30 minute music challenge event!
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eliyesSo, recently a discord I have the pleasure of being a member of had a little event wherein everyone who wished to participate submitted two songs containing no English and a list of languages they understand, and received two songs containing no languages they know, which they were to listen to one or both of and in a 30 minute period produce something of their choice.
I used only one of my received songs as inspiration: Aldan reyð by the Faroese band ORKA, which can be heard on the tube of you here: https://youtu.be/Y25l39m6IX8 (I also didn't watch the video.) I wrote some original fiction, which I did not finish in the allotted time. Literally stopped mid sentence.
She couldn't believe it. Her own partner.
As the waves splash in and out of her ears, she mentally railed against him. Fifteen years! She'd never suspected him, not until the paralytic sent her to the floor like a cut down marionette and he'd leaned into view. At first she'd thought he would help -- of course she did, he'd earned her trust -- and not even the coldness in his eyes as he tested her responses clued her in otherwise.
Some investigator she was.
She wished she could stop crying.
Her mouth was so dry.
Around her, the tide pushed and pulled her limp body.
She'd think it was luck that he hadn't set her on the beach face down, but damn him, she knew him better than that. He did things for a reason. If she'd been face down in the wet sand she would have died of suffocation, so clearly he wanted her to drown for some reason.
He hadn't said why. He's not really said anything after he checked that she was responding to the drugs. Just loaded her in a car, drove to a beach, and carried her down below the waterline.
Her mind kept cycling back to why, but she couldn't think of anything about this case to cause his betrayal of not just her, but every principle they both been sworn to.
The stars were distant glints, when her tears or an unlucky splash didn't blur them. She'd been taught how to use them to navigate, as a child, does she also spent considerable time trying to bring that to mind. Mostly to figure out how long she'd been out here.
Also to distract herself from the fear. She'd take the anger over the fear, honestly, but when the tide slowly rose, the fear one for a good long time. Helplessly, she screamed and cried for help, for someone to save her, for some God or Spirit to take pity on her. Mutely, unable to make even her voice obey her will. If ever there was a time to develop telepathy, this was it.
She was so very, very lucky to float.
Things brushed against her, in the water. She could feel her body, for all that she could not move, and she almost wished she couldn't. This was a nightmare. This was a murder with bonus torture, overdoing it again, partner, who are you trying to impress?
Who?! Damn it, why?!?!
The tide roaring against the beach was broken, to her ears, by the muffling lap of the ocean as her head Bob below the surface again and again and again. Saltwater licked in the corners of her mouth, and it sparked a thought of at least he only did this. Murder, yes, betrayal, yes, but not a more personal assault.
She cried again.
At one point, she thought she saw a shadow against the night sky; a tree, a rock, maybe a building. But she couldn't turn her face to look, and it never came in to clearer view. She might even have imagined it. It would have sent her heart racing with hope if not for
So if I'd written faster/had to stop my cat from trying to sleep on my notebook while I wrote less often, in the light of dawn she would have heard voices she couldn't make out and then been lifted from the water, the end.
My hands were sweating as I wrote this. I had had a bout of sleep paralysis last week, and combined that with some of the MerMay offerings so far this month and my various fears and experiences with Water And Its Denizens to form this nightmarish thing. Honestly should probably be given to a therapist rather than released into the wilds, but here we are.
The song is not this menacing, I feel like I should apologise to it.
I used only one of my received songs as inspiration: Aldan reyð by the Faroese band ORKA, which can be heard on the tube of you here: https://youtu.be/Y25l39m6IX8 (I also didn't watch the video.) I wrote some original fiction, which I did not finish in the allotted time. Literally stopped mid sentence.
She couldn't believe it. Her own partner.
As the waves splash in and out of her ears, she mentally railed against him. Fifteen years! She'd never suspected him, not until the paralytic sent her to the floor like a cut down marionette and he'd leaned into view. At first she'd thought he would help -- of course she did, he'd earned her trust -- and not even the coldness in his eyes as he tested her responses clued her in otherwise.
Some investigator she was.
She wished she could stop crying.
Her mouth was so dry.
Around her, the tide pushed and pulled her limp body.
She'd think it was luck that he hadn't set her on the beach face down, but damn him, she knew him better than that. He did things for a reason. If she'd been face down in the wet sand she would have died of suffocation, so clearly he wanted her to drown for some reason.
He hadn't said why. He's not really said anything after he checked that she was responding to the drugs. Just loaded her in a car, drove to a beach, and carried her down below the waterline.
Her mind kept cycling back to why, but she couldn't think of anything about this case to cause his betrayal of not just her, but every principle they both been sworn to.
The stars were distant glints, when her tears or an unlucky splash didn't blur them. She'd been taught how to use them to navigate, as a child, does she also spent considerable time trying to bring that to mind. Mostly to figure out how long she'd been out here.
Also to distract herself from the fear. She'd take the anger over the fear, honestly, but when the tide slowly rose, the fear one for a good long time. Helplessly, she screamed and cried for help, for someone to save her, for some God or Spirit to take pity on her. Mutely, unable to make even her voice obey her will. If ever there was a time to develop telepathy, this was it.
She was so very, very lucky to float.
Things brushed against her, in the water. She could feel her body, for all that she could not move, and she almost wished she couldn't. This was a nightmare. This was a murder with bonus torture, overdoing it again, partner, who are you trying to impress?
Who?! Damn it, why?!?!
The tide roaring against the beach was broken, to her ears, by the muffling lap of the ocean as her head Bob below the surface again and again and again. Saltwater licked in the corners of her mouth, and it sparked a thought of at least he only did this. Murder, yes, betrayal, yes, but not a more personal assault.
She cried again.
At one point, she thought she saw a shadow against the night sky; a tree, a rock, maybe a building. But she couldn't turn her face to look, and it never came in to clearer view. She might even have imagined it. It would have sent her heart racing with hope if not for
So if I'd written faster/had to stop my cat from trying to sleep on my notebook while I wrote less often, in the light of dawn she would have heard voices she couldn't make out and then been lifted from the water, the end.
My hands were sweating as I wrote this. I had had a bout of sleep paralysis last week, and combined that with some of the MerMay offerings so far this month and my various fears and experiences with Water And Its Denizens to form this nightmarish thing. Honestly should probably be given to a therapist rather than released into the wilds, but here we are.
The song is not this menacing, I feel like I should apologise to it.
