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zombie_kiler_42 t1_ixnd7mj wrote

Reply to [WP] You're a siren who is trying to lure a shipful of sailors to their death. "Please", one of the sailors beg as he swims onto your island, almost too willingly. "Stop. You're so bad at singing." by ReadySetSantiaGO

It has been quite sometime since I had any visitors, even though clearly I was a bit rusty and decided to lure an excuse for a ship that I had spotted about 4 mid-waves far. I open my mouth and sing the songs of the great, a song I have been taught as a young Sirentress by my grandmother. She was a lovely one, had amazing vocals that would lure not only Human but pther creatures as well, those of the material and non material world alike.

I will spare you the cliché, safe to say the only thing I inherited from my grandmother was her temper.

"Pay no heed" I yell outloud to the rocks, I shall fulfil my calling and catch myself a good meal tonight.

I take a deep breath and continue my hymn, and only moments later I hear splash of water nearby, wow is this it? wasn't so hard

"Ooi" said a deep voice. I was too stunned to speak, does a human think me his equal as to speak so boldy

"Ooi you out there in your little fancy rock..... I"d really appreciate it if you never open those lips to do what you think you were doing"

What atrocity!! I mean i understand my quality of voice is not one without fault but for your food to come and beg you to stop, now this is a new kind of low, thank goodness I was banished alone, I wouldn't have heard the end of it, oh but the waters can talk, I should silence this being before he continues.

"Are ya deaf, with that atrocious sound i bet your own ears left ya"

How dare he, I plunge my self at him and as soon i am two fins close to his face bearing my whole teeth, i see him preparing a stake preparing to nab at me at the right moment. I change course last minute and jump to the side then move to where his back was facing a moment ago. I am between him and the water. I stand striaght from my crouched position.

"Its not very nice, is that how you speak to your womenfolk?"

"Well you ain't no woman are ya?"

"Wouldn't want to be, whats you life span, 100 years?"

"If you're lucky" he smirked

"What!!! You can't even live to a hundred, no wonder you lot are always causing wars, must be frustrating knowing you might die at any moment"

{ commenter note: Hey this is as far as i can think for the day/night dont know the direction of the story but definitely bending towards the tragic comedy aspect of it, hope you enjoy}

Edit : spellings

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ReaperInTraining t1_ixn95kh wrote

Reply to [WP] You're a siren who is trying to lure a shipful of sailors to their death. "Please", one of the sailors beg as he swims onto your island, almost too willingly. "Stop. You're so bad at singing." by ReadySetSantiaGO

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked at the man with disgust. He looked frightened as I bared my fangs, ready to rip a chunk of his meat out and eat it in front of him, and said, “Th-that was one of the worst renditions of ‘The Spy and the Liar’ that I’ve ever heard. Please, stop. Singing just isn’t for you.” I glared at him. “Alright, then, you try.” He seemed taken aback. “What?” “You heard me. If my singing is so bad, you give it a shot. Let’s see how well you can sing.” He glanced around, as if he was trying to find a way out of this. I smirked, and said, “That’s what I thought.” He looked defeated, and my magic swirled around my throat as I began to sing once more. “From the spotlight, I can see you…Play your cards right, kill your stage fright, this could be you…If all the world’s a stage, let’s set it on fire…So you be the spy and I’ll be the liar!” Suddenly, he started to continue the song from the pause. “From the background, you can hear me…Highest billing, makes a killing, they revere me! That beautiful mask you wear, is all I desire, so you be the spy and I’ll be the liar!” I turned to look at him, and he smiled. “How’s that? Now do you see what I mean when I said singing isn’t for you?” I was seething. “Let’s do something instrumental. Why don’t you try this on for size?” I said through gritted teeth as I began to sing Selever’s part of Attack. He looked shocked, and stumbled over the notes. By the end, he had just given up, and said, “Fine. I take it back. You can sing, just stick to instrumentals. Give me whatever punishment you want.” I smiled, and said, “Any punishment?” Before he could answer, I poured my magic into both parts of Split EX. He stumbled back, and to his horror, (At least from what I could tell) blue scales were appearing on his arms. “No, please! Anything but that!” I ignored his pleas and continued singing. By the end, he was a siren too. “Well? Now how do you feel about my singing?” I asked. He screamed some curses at me, and dove into the sea. I smiled and resumed my singing. Humans are so fun to screw with.

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mvandeloecht t1_ixmvtff wrote

Reply to comment by Rupertfroggington in [WP] You're a siren who is trying to lure a shipful of sailors to their death. "Please", one of the sailors beg as he swims onto your island, almost too willingly. "Stop. You're so bad at singing." by ReadySetSantiaGO

I haven't seen you before today but consider me subbed, this was beautiful, poetic even. Maybe I'm just projecting a bit of my own dramas into it a bit but really, isn't that the mark of something well written, when you can find a bit of yourself in the words? Thank you for sharing your work with us!

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GrunkleStanwhich t1_ixmuosc wrote

Reply to [WP] You're a siren who is trying to lure a shipful of sailors to their death. "Please", one of the sailors beg as he swims onto your island, almost too willingly. "Stop. You're so bad at singing." by ReadySetSantiaGO

Their songs call out to sailors. With beautiful hums and hymns. But men alike, they lose their psych, when they see the beast within! Captain Starbord's tune rang out over the ocean, his men chanting along merrily. Upon reaching the last line the crew took hurried gulps from their cups then started the song back up from the start.

Starbord was always a jolly man, or at least as jolly as a captain could be in these times, but his song was for more than just to lift the spirits. It was to clog the men's ears. Fill their minds so no other voices could be heard, and it worked, mostly.

"Keep it up lads! We've almost crossed the sound!" Captain Starbord yelled out over their chants. Looking out over his ragtag crew he thought back to years prior. To tying men to the posts and watching them thrash about upon hearing the sirens lure. Of watching men, his men, dive overboard to their inevitable deaths, helpless to stop them.

The singing would work, but how long until it didn't? One trip? Two? It wasn't enough. The song reached its end once more.

"Start it back up lads! Next year I'll give it more verses, make it easy to sing our way through!" Once again the song started back up, only a little less merry this time.

"Oh, and Lars, give me your scope for a tick. I want to see what we're up against." Starbord gestured to a man nearby.

A tall man to Starbord's right went to pull something from his coat but paused halfway through the movement. He froze in place, eyes glassed over, staring out into the sea. Starbord had seen this before he feared. Too many times. He reached into Lars' coat where his frozen hand gripped the scope and yanked it out, putting it up to his eye.

Scanning the sea he saw the hag where she had been last year, the year before, and once before that too: sitting casually on the rocky shore, her lower half dunked in the water.

"Tie Lars to the mast! Keep the song up lads, and do it with feeling, lest you want to be fish food!" Their song calls out to sailors! With beautiful hums and hymns!, Starbord started them off again, to which they followed his voice.

"Attaboys! Now wish your captain luck!" Before any man could stop their beloved captain he was off the side headfirst. He could hear a few of their screams behind him, but even more so he heard his song grow louder.

The moment Starbord crashed through the waves it became clear to him what had gotten Lars. Through the crashing of the sea, past the sound of his men, and beyond the noise of his own labored breathing there was something else. A screeching. A horrible noise like swords clashing in a duel. He had never heard the sirens song, but this horrible noise could be mistaken for no other.

With one arm before the other the captain paddled forward, each stroke bringing him closer to the shore and further from his watery steed. Finally as he approached he got a good look at the beast. A woman, fair haired and soft. Her face was a thing of beauty, and if it wasn't for that awful sound coming from her he'd have been fooled into finding it attractive.

As he swam up the song stopped, the beast looked down to him in the water.

"Couldnt resist?" it mocked.

"Ha! Couldn't resist shutting ye up. Whaddya call that babble anyways?" he drew his sword from his belt for emphasis.

The women looked taken aback. She clutched her bare chest as a women clutched pearls. "This is the first I'm hearing of it. It worked on your men before didn't it?"

Starbord gritted his teeth at the thought. The thought of his crew saimming to their deaths at the hands of this beast. Of dying such a pathetic way to underhanded magics. But she hadn't said her words with malice, but with genuine confusion.

"You- you don't know do ye? Yer song is, well, awful. Sirens are said to sing such beautiful hums than men can't resist. They swim to their deaths, their captains sailing them to demise. Ships crash up on the sho-" he cut himself short, now noticing that there were ships on this shore. Plenty of piles of planks and prehistoric wood floating about. Crates of supplied washed up on the rocks.

The siren smiled, showing rows of teeth like busted bottles of rum.

"It seems, good or bad, my song is irresistible either way. It worked on you did it not?"

Starbord held fast to his sword. "Irresistible? I'll show you a tune hag.":

Their songs call out to sailors. With beautiful hums and hymns! But men alike, they lose their psych, when they see the beast within.

The women look like gold, bare chests and songs so sweet, but look into their hearts and mouths and lad you'll surely weep.

The siren claimed another on that day, but her tune changed. No longer the sound of clashing swords but Captain Starbord's tune now rang out through the sound. And that song, a song of warning, well the siren couldn't resist singing it, and the men stayed far away.

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