Prompt: A sirens rite of passage is to choose a human to drown. Tell the story of a young siren approaching their rite of passage.
The snow globe falls overboard, bouncing off the side and towards the water. I swim towards it, catching it as it hits the water and slowly turning around.
I can’t believe what I’ve just done.
With the snow globe in hand I dive under the waves, returning to the cave. I place it on the ledge staring at the fake snow inside settling. No one told me it would feel like this.
3 Hours earlier
The whole pod is buzzing with excitement; our class is about to graduate
So… writing is hard ya’ll! I’m exhausted and uninspired. BUT. I. AM. WRITING. That is the thing, that is what I shall focus on.