Malcolm blinked into the blue light.
“Help me,” came a voice from behind.
Malcolm span around. Peering through the water, he saw a woman. Her skin bloated and rotten. Her hair floating sideways in the current.
“Help me,” she pleaded. He watched as she stood pulling rocks out of her pockets. They kept coming. Never ending, rock after rock.
“Please help me,” she begged again. He would have tried if the hands clutching his ankles had let go.
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Little Fears 
Gosh…that was so creepy!
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Cheers. 🙂
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Oh, no! A renegade mermaid!
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Ah! Panic! o.o
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Wish I hadn’t read this before bed. The Lady of the Lake is likely to appear in my dreams tonight. sigh
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Doh, heh. Sorry!
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Nice twist.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Ye Gads! I’ll sleep well tonight then.
Hahahahaha.
Esme of Cloud fame
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😛
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That was good ! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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“He would have tried if the hands clutching his ankles had let go.” Whoa…
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Mmhmm. 🙂
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??
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Nice title, great twist, engaging story, and you really must trademark the term “couragettes”.
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Thank you. Courgettes are best served cut into strips and thrown on a George Foreman grill. 🙂
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Well that was fun and a little creepy?
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Thank you. 🙂
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