Mermaid's Kiss

"Wait for me, mom and dad." "Your sister, Jane. Oh my poor Jane," Janet lamented."Go back son. Hurry and save her," Dennis said and they disappeared.Arthur shouted, "No!" Arthur screamed out of the dream. He opened his eyes and found himself on the beach. He saw a scar of a bullet in his arm and felt its pain. But it is without a bullet. Who removed it? Who saved me? How did I get here? A poignant question without an answer. His stomach was famished. He needs food. Something for strength. Arthur stood up and walked through the beach and saw a house nearby. And he hurried there.Walking towards the window, Arthur heard a girl sobbing. He leaned his ear to the window, listening."Maybe," A male voice said, "Maybe we should break up for good."A girl voices sob, "Please be fine.""I would be fine, please be fine too.""Okay," sadness beneath the girl's voice."What if," The male and sighed. "If we say w

At the White House, Greenland, North America, 2010.Upstairs, in a neat and steady hall. Clapping hands arose and abate as Fredrick Derek's voice float gently on the wings of microphones, which are set down on a decorated table."As the Governor of this state, I would make sure there is peace and harmony," he said as he raised his head and glanced at the onlooker's eyes blinking under colorful bulbs. Mr. Eric, the new boss of Arthur, adjust himself on the seat, removed his glasses, and then put it right into his chest pocket. "I will sign two Sherlock Holmes in today. For tight security. To bring those gangsters down. Over there..." He waved his hand to the two detectives sitting down. Detective Desmond, a handsome man, smiled under the glasses in his eyes. He was an Irish man. In the record, he had arrested 250 gangsters during his training time. He has a unique passion for investigating criminals cases. Back then in his childhood, his mother wants him to

    Arthur's POV    I opened my eyes ajar, and I was surprised to find myself on an old bed. I sit up, and I glanced at the old room with an old smell, sheltering eaves and sloping floors, the dormer windows, and an old-shaped room. I saw an old man feeding a dog outside.    He looked back, and widened his eyebrows, saying, "I'm glad that you come are alive." And he summoned me with his waiving hand. "Come greet Foxy."    The sun glinted from the sky and hurts my eyes as I walked out. I covered my eyes, and I bend down beside the old man. "How do I get here?"    "My foxy took me to you," he said, "how do you get drown?"     I tapped my forehead rapidly and remembered everything. I remembered Martins pushing me down from the plane. I remembered the mermaid saving me from being shot. I was scared again. I panicked when I remember she kissed me, and I kissed her back. "Where's she?"&nbs

    Isobel POV    I felt the pain of having human legs. And I wondered where my long tail was. The moon wore a white garment in the morning sky, and it kept following me as I walked on the beach. This is my first time walking on the earth and breathing the same air which Arthur breathes in. Fishermen were fishing. They didn't catch a fish through the night. And those petered fishermen's faces looked sad. The fish were under the sea, moaning that I go.     The breeze swirled my long hair back. And I heard a fisherman shouted. "Wow! She is beautiful". He paddled his boat near me. "Hey, where are you going?"    I looked at him. "To the city"    "Come sit here. I will help you there without paying a dime"     I saw all his thoughts floating in the air. He wants to boost his ego before other fishermen, by paddling a pretty woman. And to talk me into marrying him. But his face says something else. I

    The morning light blurred my vision as I woke up with my hands covering my eyes. Something for protection. But the light hurled into my eyes, making me feel the dried tears on my cheeks.        Sitting up, I wondered when the last night charmed my eyes and erode me into sleep. Sleepiness without a dream. And this is unusual for me.        No matter how serious the storm rotates the water, back then in the sea, I would sleep under the deep water and dream. And fantasies about my lover. About how bad I can't wait to hurry out of the sea and find him before he could fall in love with another girl.        But now, I bite my lips in regret. This is strange of me to wake up with the light attacking my eyes. And even the worst of me waking without a dream. And here, I feel the payback and the alienation of leaving home. The payback of losing all my vigor and the abil