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Now it was Chloe's turn to frown, but out of concern for her husband. She worried about him. He worked too hard; sometimes it felt like he was always working. Even in Hawaii he couldn't seem to take a break.
"Maybe it's just the heat. Or the stress of your new book," she suggested.
"That's not it!" he snapped.
Chloe visibly flinched. She'd never seen her husband so angry. His normally smooth face was riddled with clenched lines around his eyes and mouth. His mouth was a snarl and his face red with rage. It was the face of a stranger.
And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone, and her angelic husband was back. "I'm...I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know why I said that."
Before Jon could finish someone screamed. And suddenly there was chaos.Chloe’s first instinct was get up and reach for Jon’s hands.
“Oh my god, what’s happening?” she asked alarmed.
Jon holding her by her waist, looked down to the sand and his face went pale. While everyone ran off the beach Chloe felt a sudden panic rising from deep inside her.
“What is it? Jon?” Chloe knew she had failed to remain calm when heard her on voice reaching a high pitch.
“It’s an earthquake” His lips barely moving.
And slowly they both looked down at the sea.
(sorry for the poor english, I'm still learning =/)
The sea was beginning to churn. Creatures were thrashing around just beneath the surface. "What could be causing this?" Chloe asked with growing alarm.
The quakes finally subsided, but the aftermath was nothing less than sheer chaos."Let's head back to the hotel," urged Jon, irritated more than anything else.
Chloe agreed, rushing to pack their things and get away from the turmoil on the beach. Jon said nothing about the incident for the rest of the evening, but Chloe couldn't suppress the prickling sensation crawling up her spine. Something was about to happen.
That night, Jon stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Chloe had drifted off an hour ago after two glasses of red wine. Even after a nightcap, his mind still raced. His emotions did the same, fluctuating from frustration to anger without any kind of provocation.
Finally, he threw the covers off, pulled on his swim trunks, and grabbed the keys to the rental car along with the map he'd gotten from the local at the front desk.
Once in the convertible, he instantly felt some relief. The full moon cast a silvery glow on the landscape. He followed the road that paralleled the ocean. As he drove along the winding road, he caught glimpses of the glassy water, reflecting white shards in the lapping waves. He sighed. Was it the stress of this new book? No. He knew his behavior was beyond irrational. Even now, he felt himself pulling away from Chloe, from the world, and he didn't know why. He felt as if he were being pulled toward something else.
He glanced at the map as he rounded a curve, dipping down a slope. Yes, this was the spot. He parked and made his way down the sandy path to the black sand beach. He smiled.
"Maui no ka oi," he whispered to himself.
He'd learned the local expression that 'Maui is the best' on his first day here. Gazing down at this otherworldly vision, he knew it was true.
He looked down at his toes, outlined distinctly by the fine black sand under his feet. He stripped off his tshirt and rushed into the surf. As soon as his body sank into the warm waters, a wave of serenity washed over him like nothing he'd felt before. Strange. He pulled himself further out into the surf, dipping his head underwater to hear what the locals had described to him.
He heard it. The rattling of lava rocks clinking together with the ebb and flow of the tide. Such an odd but comforting sound, like wooden windchimes. He came up for air, basking in the beauty of the night. He looked back at the shore, realizing he'd drifted too far out. Though something pulled at him to stay longer, he knew the danger of drifting too far.
He pulled himself along toward shore just under the surface when something caught his foot. He could barely make out a bed of kelp floating below him. He tried to release his foot. The more he did, the more entangled he became. Panic started to seep into him as he could no longer reach the surface. He looked up, making out the outline of the silver orb far into the sky, washed and watered over like a Monet painting. He kicked and thrashed, helplessly trying to get out. He gulped a mouthful of salt water. His panic turned to regret, thinking of Chloe and how she would feel when they found his body washed up on shore--bloated and glassy-eyed. If they found his body at all.
Just as he began to slip into unconsciousness, he saw a light in the darkness, moving, swimming toward him. An ethereal light like a will-o-the-wisp though they were underwater instead of over. Was this the angel of death coming to fetch him to some heavenly realm?
The light took form, the figure of a beautiful woman, swimming like a dolphin native to this underwater world. When she finally reached him, he thought surely he had slipped into oblivion. What else could explain the sight before him? An angelic creature, clad in nothing but her translucent skin, glimmering with a supernatural luster. Emerald-green eyes shimmered in the darkness, looking at him with adoration and longing. Her strawberry hair floated like a copper halo around her head. She smiled, wrapping her hands around his shoulders and pressing her mouth to his. She pried his mouth open and Jon wondered what kind of angel would choose to kiss him as his body drifted into the next world. With her lips open upon his, he realized he could breathe. He inhaled a deep lungful of air, still twisting his legs into a mess of seaweed. His ethereal angel slipped his legs out of their weedy chains and pulled him gently along to the surface. As they both broke through the water, he panted and gasped for air. Soft hands guided him to the black sand beach.
Half in the water, he rolled onto his back, gasping and staring up at the still-calm moon, glowing in her silvery sky. The creature crawled to his side, staring down with those otherworldly eyes, hypnotizing him with their beauty. He couldn't say a thing. She bent down and pressed her lips to his once more. This kiss had nothing to do with giving life-saving breaths. Her body melted against his bare chest as she pressed her lips softly onto his. His blood raced at her touch. Without warning or words, she pulled away abruptly and slipped back into the dark ocean.
Jon jerked up into a sitting position, catching the flick of a tail in the moonlight before it disappeared under the inky surface. The sea angel was gone.
"What?" he finally asked himself, his brain trying to rationalize what just happened.
What would he tell Chloe? Or, should he?
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David wrote: "Wow! Incredible! I think that wraps up chapter 1 lol. This is a book I actually want to read!"Ha, ha! I was actually very inspired when Dvora told me the storyline. Sorry to make your "alias" a philanderer with a mermaid. :) (I'm sure you're happily married. This is fiction, after all.) I remembered the black sand beach when I went to Maui on my honeymoon, but we didn't go by moonlight. Just sounded like a cool idea in my crazy head.
Now, let's see what someone else adds to it . . .
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I agree I totally forgot I was reading this in a group thread it was great I love mermaid books there aren't enough out there!! lol
Wow, Jacqui! Thanks! I never even thought about a mermaid book, though I LOVE Celtic lore about merrows, selkies, fairies and all that. My paranormals are mostly demonic creatures and the like. I'm actually about to start a demon hunter series. Hmmmmm...maybe I should start outlining a mermaid story. You're the best!
This should definitely become a book! I love the story line already!
Okay, now I'm wondering what Jon will do next, thinking up plot ideas. Geez, my brain always goes into overdrive when I get excited about something new. I'll wait to give someone else a turn before I add on, but I'm totally restraining myself now. :)
Stephanie wrote: "Wow, Jacqui! Thanks! I never even thought about a mermaid book, though I LOVE Celtic lore about merrows, selkies, fairies and all that. My paranormals are mostly demonic creatures and the like. I'm..."AWWW thanks but your the one who wrote it, I just saw mermaid (I may have somewhat of a biased opinion though)
now that you mention it it could be a number of different creatures.
OOOOOHHHHHH demon hunters LOVE it I love all things paranormal!! keep us posted on that YAY
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OMG!!!! David, you're the bomb!!! Thank you, thank you! I'm in the process of redesigning my cover for a more mainstream look so please don't judge it by its cover. Now, AFTER the redesign, totally judge it. ;)
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I'm beaming. You made my day, my week, my month. ;)Now, if no one jumps on our bandwagon and adds to this story, I'm going to have to finish it. I don't want to be greedy though so I'll wait. At least till Dvora returns. :)
Jon sat there on the beach, wondering if he was delusional, because there was no way he really just experienced that. He must have fallen asleep on the beach, and it was just a really vivid dream. Realizing that he was soaking wet he frantically told himself the tide came in on him while he slept. “Yeah that’s what happened,” he whispers to himself.As he looks out over the ocean the sky begins to brighten, the darkness melts away yielding to the warm purple and soft pink ushering in a new day.
Jon heads back to the hotel, eager to get there before Chloe wakes. He rubs his temples trying to rid himself of the headache he feels building. He reaches the hotel just as the sun breaks over the horizon; a chill runs from his hairline down his spine. He shakes it off as he gets out of the car and heads toward his room. As he reaches the elevator pain erupts in his head and his vision blurs, he struggles to see the buttons and pushes what he thinks is 8. With each passing second the pain vibrates through his head his vision is completely obscured; rubbing his eyes he tries to shake it off. The elevator doors open with a ding and as he steps into the hallway the pain disappears as quickly as it came his vision slowly returns to normal. With a sigh of relief he reaches the door to his room, as he twists the door knob a sense of foreboding washes over him.
I am not really a writer I like to, but I am not that good at it.
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David wrote: "I just bought Stephanie's book on Kindle, I think you all should too!! 
"I just bought it too, yay cant wait to read it. I love the cover by the way.
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Oooooo, Jacqui. Love it! I think your writing is very cool--flows well. This is so much fun! :)
Jacqui wrote: "David wrote: "I just bought Stephanie's book on Kindle, I think you all should too!! "I just bought it too, yay cant wait to read it. I love the cover by the way."
What?! Sweeeeeeet. About the cover, it's not that I think the artist did a bad job; she's actually very talented. I've just realized that the style looks graphic novelesque or Manga or something and RISING is totally not that. I was a newbie indie when I first published (hell, I still am) and I'm learning the marketing ropes slowly but surely. Hope you enjoy the read.
Stephanie wrote: "Jacqui wrote: "David wrote: "I just bought Stephanie's book on Kindle, I think you all should too!! "I just bought it too, yay cant wait to read it. I love the cover by the way...."
It is kind of Manga,
did you notice the book changed in the comments it went from your book Rising to Robert Jordan's Book Shadow Rising, Weird
Oh thanks for the enthusiasm in my writing, I am a law major so it is awesome to write something creative for a change but I love to write my Eng professor made us keep a creative journal where we had to write in it a lot and it kind of sparked something in me, it was fun. I still write in it even though I don't have any Eng classes.
This is really fun
Ok, everyone, I'm back. LOLOLOLOL Stephanie you are too much!!! I love what you wrote. It's going to be hard to write in here with you and David, the pro's!! LOLHe walks into the room and notices that Chloe is sitting up on the bed. Wide awake and obviously very worried. Jon did not have a plan on what to say and was caught off guard.
Jon and Chole have been friends since they were four. He could never lie to her. He knew this because whenever he tried, she always said,"That was entertaining."
Jon knew he had to tell the truth. He was still wet from being in the water, so he started with that. "I just feel like things are changing with me. When that earthquake happened earlier and I snapped at you, I got scared." Jon's body began to tremble from his nerves.
"Remember that black sand beach our friends had told us about? I went there. I needed to think. I needed to clear my mind. These horrible headaches, me snapping at you, this earthquake; I think it's all related." Chloe gets up from the bed grabs Jon's hand and walks with him over to the couch. They sit down and Chloe snuggles into Jon's chest. He continues to speak.
"I felt something tugging at my feet,. I wasn't able to break free. I had panicked for a short while. Before I knew it I was on the shore lying on my back."
Chloe looked at her husband and said. "How did you break free?"
The back of Jon's neck began to get moist. One tiny bead of sweat made it down and came around to his collar bone.
"Your scaring me Jon. I don't want to be entertained right now. Just tell me what happened."
"if I told you I think you would say back to me how entertaining that was. I don't even know if it really happened."
Jon told Chloe everything. The expression on her face was blank. She knew she believed him, but how could she?
Jacqui wrote: "Stephanie wrote: "Jacqui wrote: "David wrote: "I just bought Stephanie's book on Kindle, I think you all should too!! "I just bought it too, yay cant wait to read it. I love the..."
I did notice that--bizarre. Well, keep up with the creative journal. You never know when it'll turn into a short story then a novella then a novel. ;)
Ha, ha, Dvora! You're so funny. Okay, girl, I hadn't counted on Jon actually telling Chloe. Geez. But, I love the unexpected. Creative problem solving is fun. Soooooooo......At least, Chloe knew that Jon believed he was telling the truth. The pressure had finally started to affect his psyche. Perhaps his near-drowning experience had caused him to suffer from some illusion due to lack of oxygen. He needed rest.
“What you need is a little relaxation. Let’s go down to the pool. Bring a book, and we’ll just take it easy today.”
Jon was in no mood to argue. The strange sensations he felt coming up the elevator this morning had made him weak. Even now, there was a burning in his chest, thrumming in rhythm with his heart. He grabbed his copy of C.S. Forester’s SHIP OF THE LINE from the bedside table and followed Chloe to the pool.
Once settled in a recliner under an umbrella, he opened to page 106 where he’d left off. Captain Horatio Hornblower was nearing the Spanish coast in his ship, the HMS Sutherland, planning his first raid on the French.
“Corona with lime?”
He looked up to see Chloe standing there in her bikini top and lavender sarong skirt with a sweet smile on her face and his favorite beer in her hand.
“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.”
“Anything for you,” she said, smiling again though worry was etched in her brow. “I’m going for a dip.”
He nodded, took a swig of what he vowed was liquid paradise, and tried to focus on Hornblower’s escapades in the Mediterranean. He took a few more sips then placed the open book on his chest and closed his eyes to rest a minute or two. The sound of lapping water in the pool washed over his senses. The burning sensation in his chest began to fade. A child squealed and giggled. More splashes. Jon surrendered, letting his mind drift beyond wakefulness.
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Kelp wrapped around his ankles, crawling in snake-like tendrils up his thigh and binding his hands behind him. Helpless. He was utterly helpless. He screamed underwater though no one could hear him. He looked up. Far away, the full moon loomed, completely unaware of the soul suffering and dying beneath the watery surface. A bone-deep cold pierced his veins, trickling through him like ice. Death had found him. He surrendered. In the distance, a white light bobbed in rhythm to his heart, growing brighter and nearer. The form of a luminous woman—no, not exactly a woman—swam to his side. She waved her delicate arm, and the tendrils of seaweed fell away at once. She cupped his face and gazed at him with such depth. Those eyes—so much emotion without any words. He realized he was breathing perfectly normal. The water filled his mouth, throat, and lungs as if this were natural, as if he were native to this realm like the angelic nymph before him. She took his hand, slowly guiding him to the surface. Under the pale moonlight, her skin was milk-white, shining from some inner light that couldn’t be real. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She closed her brilliant green eyes then opened them, a single tear slipping down her flawless face. She took his hand and kissed his palm. So soft. When she spoke, her voice echoed in a lovely melody.
“Come back to me.”
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Cold water trickled onto his arm. Jon shot awake.
“Hey, calm down,” said Chloe, leaning over him and dripping from her swim. “Are you okay?”
No, he was not okay. His heart constricted. The burning sensation in his chest had returned. He looked out past the pool to the open ocean, blue and serene. He knew the moment he submerged himself into the water, he would feel peace. A longing like no other threatened to overwhelm him. He wouldn’t tell Chloe. He couldn’t. This was irrational. Yet, his blue eyes the color of the ocean wandered back to the unending horizon of turquoise. Wave after wave after wave lapped at the shore, caressing the sand like a lover’s touch, whispering to Jon as if they were calling him home.
TAG, someone else is it. :) Night, night.
Jon looked at the clock on the table “Ugh 2:12 in the morning,” he thought. He sat there looking out the hotel window trying to remember what the day held after “that” dream, he knew that he and Chloe spent all day together, he remembers walking the beach and having dinner with her but he can’t remember what he said or did or thought about all day. His thoughts had been consumed by that dream; if his mind wasn’t on the dream and the woman in it he had this unbearable pressure in his chest.Jon looks longingly at the bed, but to sleep would mean he would have to stop thinking. He looks out the window and sees the moon over the ocean and feels a tug on his body pulling him towards the ocean. He looks at Chloe, then back out the window, he grabs his keys off the table and heads out. He whispers, “I love you Chloe”, as he shuts the door behind him. He hops into the car and drives out of the hotel parking lot and head towards sand that is as black as onyx. When he reaches the beach parking area he jumps out of his car and heads towards the beach, his eyes not leaving the waves lapping over the sand and receding back home the rhythm matching the pull on his body. He pulls his shirt off as his toes hit the water. The pull he feels on his body fades as he gets farther away from land. He swims towards the moon, his muscles burn but do not tire. When he is able to think again and he looks around realizes that he cannot see the beach and he hasn’t the faintest idea on which way to go. As he turns in the water he notices something sparkle in the moon light, he swims towards it. As he nears the sparkling thing he realizes it is the woman from his dream her skin glistening in the light of the moon, her emerald eyes holding his gaze, she says, “I have been waiting.”
Jon stares at the woman, he's afraid to speak. "It's OK Jon, you are safe. I do not wish to harm you." Her eyes are bright and each has a faint light inside of the black. "You have come back. Just as you were meant to. I know you are confused. Chloe is on your mind and none of this makes sense. Don't worry, in time, she will join you."
Jon finally finds the words he has been searching for. In a low tone he speaks almost to himself. I'm too young to be having a mid life crisis. Besides, I was looking forward to a Porche or Ferrari. Not some mythical creature who is truly freaking me out."
The woman smiles. "You have quite a sense of humor Jon. That will work to your benefit where we are going."
"Going? Where are you taking me? And before you take me, your name isn't Ariel is it?"
Jacqui wrote: "Jon looked at the clock on the table “Ugh 2:12 in the morning,” he thought. He sat there looking out the hotel window trying to remember what the day held after “that” dream, he knew that he and Ch..."Ooooooo, Jacqui! Love it!!! Great imagery. :)
Dvora (Mrs. Cullen Grey) wrote: "Jon stares at the woman, he's afraid to speak. "It's OK Jon, you are safe. I do not wish to harm you." Her eyes are bright and each has a faint light inside of the black. "You have come back. Jus..."
Sweeeeeeet, Dvora. Nice touch of humor! Hey, where are they going? Ahhh!
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I am getting antsy, where are they going? "Under the Sea"?
Moira gazed at the lovely specimen of a man. Broad shoulders skimmed above the water. Fine, strong lines sculpted his neck, jaws, face. And, beautiful, beautiful eyes like a distant sea, untainted by the world of men. Moira used all of the tools within her power to lull him, lure him to go with her.“Trust me, Jon. We will bring Chloe to join you as soon as we can," she lied, "but we need you to return to your kingdom."
Jon frowned, still treading water with slow movements of his arms and legs.
“Kingdom? I don’t understand.”
Moira closed her eyes, calling on her inner light. At once, a luminescent glow shimmered from within, illuminating her skin, eyes, and the tips of her copper-gold hair. She knew the effect she had on men, especially on one who wasn’t entirely a man, but belonged in her world.
“Come with me. I’ll explain when we get there.”
Hesitating only for a moment, he took her hand and was instantly in her power. She smiled, guiding him under the surface and swimming at a speed beyond imagining. Jon held on as she swam deeper and deeper into the dark blue. For the first time, he let his eyes wander over her entire body, realizing that she was not a woman at all. Scales of iridescent green and turquoise began at her curving hips, covering her lower half like a glittering gown. A guppy-like tail extended beyond the scales, fanning them forward with unnatural speed. She continued to pull him down, down, down into the darkness, until the only light came from her, his watery goddess.
In the distance, a shape began to take form, an underwater mountain of caves. A tingling sensation crawled from the tips of Jon’s toes up through his bones filtering out into his body. He felt as if his skin were tightening, pulling taught across his muscles.
'Don’t be afraid. Don’t let go of my hand,' Moira spoke to him in his head.
Before he saw the nearly invisible barrier, they crossed a threshold, and the mountainous caves came clearly into view—luminescent and vibrant as the scales of Moira’s tail. Immediately, a painful stinging shattered through Jon’s legs as he felt them fusing together. Panic seized him. His heart pounded in his ears as he jerked back, looking down at his lower body. Extending just below his naval, shining blue scales covered him down to a large porpoise-like tail. The color was the blue of the Mediterranean, the blue of his own eyes.
'Don’t be afraid.'
Her melodious voice echoed in his head. Jon let her carry him further down though a strange instinct made him swish his tail up and down, propelling him forward even beyond Moira. A tinkling underwater laugh bubbled from her throat. She guided him into the opening of one of the caves. Twisting through a short maze of an underwater cavern, they came up and up until their heads surfaced in a small pool.
They were in a chamber decorated with strange fabrics that appeared familiar but different at the same time. Sofas draped in a sort of red velvet lined one wall. Sconces of blue light lined the entire small room. Along the farthest wall, a long curtain of gold brocade stretched from one end to the other.
Moira slipped out of the pool, her iridescent scales fading to nothing at once. She stepped out of the pool with two long, lovely legs. Jon looked away, but couldn’t help but notice the curve of her alabaster hips through the sweep of long, copper hair. She disappeared behind the curtain of gold and reappeared in a white gossamer gown, draped in folds that accentuated her beauty.
“Come, you must dress.”
Jon knew that as soon as he exited the protection of the watery pool, he would be naked before her eyes. This would not do. She seemed to understand why he hesitated.
“I will look away,” she assured him, walking to the farthest wall painted in a mural that depicted all the graceful creatures of the sea, including a mermaid and merman in a loving embrace.
Jon blushed, seeing this for the first time.
“You must hurry,” she urged him.
Jon slipped out of the water. A stinging in his legs, a snapping sensation, then he was scrambling onto two legs, bare as can be. He hurried to the curtain and behind it, seeing several racks of clothes. It wasn’t difficult to find the men’s attire. He pulled on a pair of black slacks made of some material he’d never felt before but felt like silk against his skin. He slipped on a white shirt that fit loosely, yet fell to the form of his chest and shoulders. The fabric shimmered like sand under sunlight. So strange.
When he stepped out of the curtain, she waited for him with an outstretched hand, a glowing goddess in white.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Moira,” she said with a closed-mouth smile that sent a strange sensation through his body. “Come, my prince. It is time to rejoin your family. They have been waiting.”
Tina wrote: "That is so beautifully written."I agree! I was just speaking to Stephanie on the phone. I told her it was too good and I can't follow that!!!
I'm trying to think of something though. Hmmmm
Wow! Thank you, Tina and Dvora. That puts a smile on my face! I never thought I'd be so enthralled with a mermaid story but I find myself thinking of our cooperative effort here quite a bit. :)
Dvora you can do it, me on the other hand...no. I can hardly speak correctly much less write creatively. LOL. @Stephanie, you are welcome. I am enjoying reading this.
Oh my goodness, so well written great job Stephanie!! That is going be so hard to follow!!
Y'all are so sweet! But, PLEASE follow! I want this to be a joint effort. It's so much more fun! Now, someone has to have Jon meet his royal parents and somehow explain how he lived his whole life on the surface in the human world. Any takers???
Jon looks around and has to wonder if he is hallucinating, “Jon please come, we were expecting your arrival sooner. You have kept everyone waiting.” Moira says sweetly.
“Um, I’m sorry?” Is all Jon can say
As he walks behind Moira, he notices how the cavern walls sparkles as if sprinkled with crushed diamonds .As he continues down the path he begins to see more people. Mer-people? They all stop what they are doing and stare right at him; he makes eye contact with a man who has the strangest colored eyes, almost a glimmering rust color with amber flecks, but what’s really odd is the depth, it’s as if you could get lost merely in his eyes. Jon is mesmerized by this man’s eyes until he notices the man bowing slightly towards him. Jon stiffens and looks around every person within his sight is bowing in the same fashion towards him.
“What the heck is going on?” he frantically whispers to Moira,
She looks at him with an almost amused expression and states, “The people are showing their respect, and welcoming you home.”
“Yes, I get that! But WHY?!” he asks exasperated.
She opens her mouth to answer, but is distracted by something behind him. Jon swivels around to see what has distracted Moira so, and sees a woman approaching. This woman is beautiful beyond words, she is tall and lean her skin the color of honey glistens and her long blonde tendrils flow down her back. Jon looked into her startlingly blue eyes. He knew those eyes; he looked at them every morning in the mirror.
Her voice is angelic “Welcome home, IONATÁN”
Ionatan, is the Irish form of Jonathan, I noticed the name "Moira" is Irish so I went with it.
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Jacqui wrote: "Jon looks around and has to wonder if he is hallucinating, “Jon please come, we were expecting your arrival sooner. You have kept everyone waiting.” Moira says sweetly.
“Um, I’m sorry?” Is all Jon..."
Oh, Jacqui, I LOVE it!!! And, the Irish name is perfect. I chose an Irish name for Moira as mermaids tend to come from Celtic folklore. NEVER thought of finding the Irish equivalent of Jonathan. So clever! Great addition.
And, thank you, David!!! :)
Great name choice! This story is really coming along beautifully!
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Wow, just...wow! This is really amazing!
This is really coming out great! I may have to bow out gracefully now and leave it to the pro's! I don't want to ruin it. LOL
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OK here we go. I'm going to write the beginning of a story. Please try and only comment with your continuation of the story. (if you have something cool or funny to say, that's ok lol)
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance.
Once we get going with this one, we can start a thread for a dystopian. Let's get into this one first.
Feel free to write as much or as little as you want. You can do just one sentence or a few paragraphs. Let's get creative!
Chloe was sitting down on her beach chair watching him. Admiring him. His intense blue eyes were covered by the black sunglasses that fit perfectly on his flawless face. She noticed the girls staring at him everyday since they arrived in Hawaii. It always made her smile.
Her husband, the writer. Mr. Blue Eyes. That's what he fans called him. They just left Australia to travel around the world. He sits there writing his sequel to his newly released book The Sparkly People. He looks so happy.
The past few days he seemed a little different though. She brushed it off by thiniking he's a little overwhelmed with the release of his new book. There was this feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something is telling Chloe he has changed.
"Jon, is everything OK with you?"