Being what I am has it's advantages. I look human but I am anything but. I have been keeping my true identity secret, until one night. The day started out like every other day. A breakfast of my favorite foods, homemade biscuits, cheese eggs and grits followed by a cup of coffee.
I didn't need to work, because I was filthy rich. I did enjoy walking around my neighborhood, and meeting my neighbors. I looked to be about 30 years old. I was in shape, like most supernatural beings.
I walked to the store and was on my way back when I sensed I was being followed. I knew there were some people that are ignorant of the things that go bump in the night but geesh.
The guy looked like a typical comic book villain. He was lanky with bad skin. He looked more uncomfortable with himself. His hair was thinning at the top of his head. He was pale, and scruffy looking.
Imagine my surprise when he grabbed me and tried to drag me into an alley.
"Sir, what are you doing?!" I yelled.
"Shut it. I'm just going to have a little fun with you, and when I'm done, I'll be ending your -"
I had enough of this. I grabbed him and tossed him at the wall to my left. He slid down the wall and landed in a heap.
I straightened my clothes and grabbed my groceries. The guy was still unconscious when the police came. I watched as he woke up when the emts put him into the ambulance.
They didn't see me, as planned. This was one of my abilities.
Each Siren has a different sound and song.The song she or he sings comes from within. They sing to what is missing in the person listening.
Sirens speak to what their audience is missing, they offer a way to receive the missing piece. We can't teach a siren to sing. We teach them to release the longing within their own hearts.
Their song is as different as their looks. This is what makes being a siren appealing. This class is nothing like the schools on land. We do learn a little magic. some magic is already inside of us but the newly turned have to learn. They have to let go of their old life,to find their way in their new life. I am no different. Is it worth me keeping this change?
In my old life, I was alone. It was just me and my cat. I didn't want to leave her. But I was tired of being alone. My cat made me happy but not the way I feel now.
I wonder if I could go back and find her a better home. I can't just abandon her. One thing I loved about my life, was that it was my life to live. I had been on my own since I was in my twenties.
I sat here looking up at the new world around me. The moonlight, and sunlight didn't reach down here. I could look straight up to see fish and the under side of whales and dolphins, through the sapphire blue water, to the moon.
Siren Song is going to be my first novel. Its about a marine biology student who gets a once in a lifetime chance to actually become a being she has dreamed of studying and proving they exist.
Her name has changed a few times, but I'm settling with Indigo Luna. Her mom loved the night and her father loved the moon. She is all alone now and is in need of a reset. What better way than to become a siren and debunk the myth of sirens eating their victims.
The world in front of me is so different from what I was used to. Down here the colors are so vivid, vibrant reds, blues, even the sand is different, it has a soft glow to it. I thought becoming one of these beings would prove to myself that sirens were deadly, this just fascinates me more.
I watch how Nomi interacts with her people. Her actions are so human. The myths are just that now, stories. Being a siren is nothing like I thought. My classes will start in a few minutes. I wonder what I will be learning?- Indigo -newly turnedSiren
Searching for peace, searching for love just a little piece. A break from my struggles. Trying to keep calm, and give in to writing. Trying to keep my heart open and together. Searching for a missing piece. Is it Cat shaped, or the shape of someone new?
Depression is very real. It's possible that I have anxiety and a bunch of other stuff going on. This, on top of trying to be an adult. I'm tired y'all. Social media used to help, but with the way people are now, sheesh. Taking a well needed break from sites like Lemon8. It used to be a great alternative to Tiltok, but now it's a mess.
I'm always going to be checking on my people here.
I appeal to you with all my pain and suffering. We are living in difficult conditions as a result of the war in Gaza. Our homes have been destroyed and our dreams have been shattered. We are stuck in Egypt after my wife and I lost our jobs. My family lives in constant fear. My brothers, mother, and father also live in Gaza. These catastrophic conditions are the result of bombing and genocide. They are facing an endless nightmare, and I need your help. Please help us by donating or sharing this post to protect my family and restore hope to our hearts.
This hate between fans of the OG Charmed and the remake is crazy. I like both, but most people hate the new one. They are on Tiltok bugging. They made a version of the new show' s end that lets you hear the OG Charmed girls killing the new ones.
These people are strange. Maybe it's the writer in me, but the reboot was not a real reboot. Story wise they were a stronger set of Charmed ones. Yeah I know it is just a TV show, but these " fans" are really tripping.
Many things are black. Black is supposed to be bad. But Black is not the absence of light. It carries light within.
To bring out the light within the darkness, love. Give your true self, not the mask many hide behind. Love as though you have never had pain. Laugh, let this music reflect your heart.
Turn away from conflict, fakeness, pain. Do not let these into your heart.
Magic is formed in the sweet deep darkness. It lives in the light within the dark.
Please, please, look at my donation campaign and help me. I have newborn children and my son Ahmed needs treatment. He is a heart patient and suffers from two holes in the heart. He needs help and treatment. We do not have money and we are stuck in Egypt because of the Gaza war. My wife and I lost my jobs and there is no source of income. I would like you to help. To care for my children and provide the necessary treatment for my child Ahmed, please donate even a little thing to save my child’s life
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
She stood there as the moon rose. She untied her cloak and let it fall to the ground. Her dark hair spilled out of the loose bun it had been in. She raised her arms up as if she was hugging the sky. The moonlight wrapped itself around her, causing her chocolaty skin to glow.
I was mesmerized at the scene before me. She began to dance in the moonlight. Gracefully spinning and twirling, even flipping in the light of the moon.
After she landed, she flashed a bright silver , then she was gone. Her essence still remained on the breeze. Twinkling as I waited for her return
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