The beach is empty at the moment, but her pockets are not.

She’ll walk into the sea in a few minutes, but first, she’ll enjoy one last glorious sunset. She’s a poetic soul, you see, and she plans to go in a little at a time, sinking away with the sun.

She hopes to find a mermaid society when she gets to the bottom, and maybe it’ll be better than the human one.

Maybe this time she won’t screw it all up.

Maybe this is what heaven is like.

Mermaids and seashells and sunlight.

She has always liked the sea.

Author’s Note: I like mermaids. I often use one as my avatar.

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My name is Rapunzel and they say I have the face of an angel.

I lie through my rose-petal lips. I tell them my father’s an ogre, a tyrant, and I don’t know what to do.

Getting in is easy enough.

It’s getting out that’s a little tricky.

There’s only one way into this tower of mine, so go ahead. Climb the famous golden stair if you dare, but let me tell you something first.

If I let you up and you don’t satisfy me, out you’ll go, face-first through the window.

There’s a reason I’m locked in this tower.

Author’s Note: Imagine what would happen if Rapunzel was evil.

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Today’s the day the bad thing comes.

It always starts off the same. The milk goes off and the wind stutters and jabbers in horror, as if it’s too shocked to howl.

Someone’ll die. No doubt about that.

It’ll come slavering into town and houses will be invaded, people sucked through windows. God alone knows how many or which ones. It’ll smite half the town and there’s nothing any of us can do.

A virgin’ll be sacrificed, but it won’t do a damn bit of good.

It never does.

It just makes our fool elders feel like they’ve done something.

Author’s Note: I don’t know where the idea for this one came from. I just like monsters, I guess.

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