Friday, November 6, 2009

Head Over Tail

So I wrote the beginning of the Little Mermaid knock off. Here goes:

Driving down the deserted dirt road, radio blasting, brownish-red hair blowing around in the breeze, Ariel Fish was in her element. "Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, ooooh!"
The rusty old pick-up jerked to a halt and she jumped out, humming happily as she circled the truck and disappeared into the woods surrounding her. It was clear she didn't anticipate anyone else using the road, for she parked in the very middle and was gone for fifteen minutes.
When she came back, she was holding a picnic basket and blanket which she tossed into the bed of the truck before getting in herself and taking off. An hour later she was out of the woods, pulling up to the beach. Again, hopping out of the car, she grabbed the blanket and strolled towards the empty beach with a relaxed smile.
Once she'd settled, seated on the blanket and staring dreamily at the water, her phone rang. "Hey dad," she sighed. "Nope, nowhere near the ocean...yeah a real threat...right...mmhmm...on my way...love you too...yeah, I'll see you soon. Bye." The call ended and she fell back onto the blanket with a sigh. "What I wouldn't give..." Ariel closed her eyes, breathing in the salty air. "To see what's at the bottom."
The waves lapped at the sand rythmatically, lulling her into a sort of half-sleep. "
You're wish" something whispered, voice full of malice, "my command." A splash disrupted the pattern, and Ariel shot up to squint out at the water. Aside from a boulder out in the water, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. With a careless shrug, she got up and pulled her things together.
"Until next time," she laughed, "my
lovely Pacific." With a child-like wave, she left the beach, not catching the eyes that watched her.
"It'll be sooner than you think," came a malicious whisper in the wind. "And your Pacific won't be as lovely as you thought."

So the prologue is clearly in third-person, however, the rest will be in first-person. I think it'll be nice to tell these stories in the view of the 'princesses'. Comment your opinion.

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