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Short Story (Dark Fantasy) Inspired by The Little Mermaid

This short story was originally published in the online fairy tale magazine, Enchanted Conversation . It is included in my fairy tale inspired paranormal short story collection: Supernatural Fairy Tales.

His Soul Inspiration
by Dorlana Vann

“Have you read this?” My husband, Philip, held the book of fairy tales I had bought from a used bookstore for my niece’s ninth birthday.

“Well, not that one, but I’ve read fairy tales before,” I said as I shut the door and stepped out of my heels.

He shook the hardback of nearly 500 pages. “Not like these.”

“Yeah, sure I have. ‘The Ugly duckling,’ ‘The Emperor’s New Suit,’ ‘The Little Mermaid’…”

“Right-right-right. These are them, but not like the ones I’m sure you’re thinking of. They’re not all fairy princesses and happy endings. They’re darker, full of hardship and pain and broken hearts.”

“All right,” I said. His excitement confused me because it didn’t match what I thought he was saying. “Do you think I should take it back and get Emily something else?”

“No. I mean, yes, you should get Emily something else. But no, don’t take this back.”

I scratched my head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay—I’m terrific!” He set the book down on the couch, wrapped his arms around me, and twirled us around. As he put me down, an amused smirk transformed into a wide smile and huge eyes. “The Little Mermaid!” he exclaimed.

Philip had been having a rough year, trying to find his inspiration to paint. This sudden strangeness made me queasy, and I was a little surprised that he had cracked before I had. Not that I didn’t respect his work, goals, and dreams, it’s just that I had some of my own. And working two jobs to support a starving artist had never been my plan.

 He had picked up the book again and was flipping through it when I decided to go run a bubble bath.

 “Syrena, here it is. I want to read this to you right fast.”

 “I’m really tired. I just want to go soak in the tub.”

“Please…. This is it. This is what I need to get me out of this slump. Please, just listen and see.”

 I sighed as softly as I could manage and took my place beside him on the couch. He began to read: “The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson… Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep…”

“Well, it’s definitely different than the Disney version,” I said after he had finished reading the tale. “I didn’t realize it was so sad.”

“Anything else?” He asked slowly.

I shook my head and shrugged.

“Her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea,” he quoted. “And she wrapped herself in her long, thick hair.”

“I’m sorry, Philip. I’m tired. I’m not getting what you’re getting at. Just tell me.”

“It’s you! You have to be my model.” His eyes sparkled, and he looked so happy, happier than I had seen him in a long time. I even felt a tinge of exhilaration myself. It had been awhile since he had asked me to model for him.

 “Okay.” I smiled. “Mermaids are topless, right?”

 He danced his eyebrows up and down. “You betcha.”

 “It sounds like fun. Saturday morning, I’m all yours.”

 “No, no, no. Now.” He stood up and held his hand out to me.

 “Now?” I whined.

 “I can’t take the chance of losing this, this feeling.”

 After a few seconds of staring into his imploring but loving eyes, I agreed by taking his hand and letting him lead me to the studio/guest room/home office. A few of his paintings hung on the walls: abstracts from his college years, pencil drawings sketched when we were on vacation at the beach, and one of me when we first met. The evening really made me think of that time, when he was so vigorous and full of dreams. When his passion oozed from his fingertips, and he saw the world differently than anybody I had ever met before; he noticed colors before shapes and talked in hues and aura, like others talked current events.

 It didn’t take him long to put me in position: on the floor leaning on my elbow, legs out beside me, and my hair down and draped over the front of me like a mermaid’s. I knew he was in his zone, no longer seeing me, but seeing through me and to my spirit.

“Beautiful.” He took his place behind the easel and white canvas.

Unable to see his face, only his arm as it gently followed the hand holding the paint brush, I knew not to talk, not to disturb him as he created the new, improved me. However, after what felt like hours, my mouth began to dry. I needed water. Surely, he would understand that I needed a little break—I opened my mouth to tell him, but my tongue was completely limp, and I couldn’t even swallow. The silly words from the story came to mind: “Then she cut off the mermaid’s tongue, so that she became dumb, and would never again speak or sing.”

 Trying to laugh at the thought, I felt a strange pinch in the middle of my stomach. An involuntary grunt finally came from my throat, and when I realized I could make this sound, I tried to get Philip’s attention, but he didn’t hear me—too focused in his work.

 I squeezed my eyes open and shut, trying to clear the buzzing that had begun in my head. And then I saw it…. waves of color beamed from me to Philip’s swooping arm. At first I thought it was the result of the light bulbs and my blinking, but it didn’t go away. It was dark outside, so there was no sun playing with the window’s glass. These streams of gold and red and blue were coming from me.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain run up my arm, and it couldn’t hold me up any longer. I collapsed. “…and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into a swoon, and lay like one dead…” I thought Philip would soon look at me and tell me to sit up—but minutes passed, and he never glanced away from the canvas. The pain moved down to my legs and so did the beams of colorful light. “…she felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives.”

 As I grew weaker, my confusion faded. It became clear that if I didn’t get Philip’s attention, I would die, which promptly turned into: if I don’t stop Philip, I will die. “Haste, then; he or you must die before sunrise.”

 I pushed my torso up with wobbly arms, every muscle burning. I couldn’t feel my legs at all. “She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince; when the warm blood falls upon your feet… return to us to live.” I remembered the scissors on my desk behind me. I loudly grunted as I reached and grabbed them, dropping immediately back down. I lay there, time passing until I was able to pull myself by plunging the scissors into the carpet and using them as a means to move across the floor.

 With each breath, my lungs tightened as if the air itself was poison. I coughed and gagged, but still Philip did not stir. Finally, I lay beside him at his easel, taking a moment to gather some strength. The hand that held the scissors ached and so did my heart at the thought of what I had to do to survive. I used the rest of my might to pull myself up, leaning on my left hand, and brought the weapon behind my head with my right.

 When I shifted my view, the painting came into focus. It was complete, save for the sun. Philip dipped his brush into the yellow and orange mixture, and I examined The Little Mermaid, letting the scissors fall behind me as I marveled at her beauty. She was alive. This painting was Philip’s dream, his life’s work… his masterpiece.

 Easing the brush away from the bright sun, Philip whispered, “Finished,” as I fell into soft darkness…

 “…and then mounted with the other children of the air to a rosy cloud that floated through the aether.”

 

The End

 

Supernatural Fairy Tales

Supernatural Fairy Tales by Dorlana Vann

 

His Soul Inspiration is one of the stories from my fairy tale inspired paranormal short story collection: Supernatural Fairy Tales. .99 cent eBook available at Amazon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing Update – April 2016

 

 

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Hi Friends,

Here’s what I’ve been up to with my writing.

Young Adult Fairy Tale Inspired Book:

I’m pretty much finished with the first 10 chapters. I’m working on rewrites/edits through the middle of the book, and I’m satisfied with the way those are going. But the end, yikes, it is still a mess … I hope to have a good solid manuscript in a couple of months.

Trouble with Men Series:

The Trouble with Scarecrows _3 Final (large) copyThe Trouble with Scarecrows (book 2) will be released in eBook in a couple of days! April 13th Yay! (It is available for presale now.) I will be posting the first chapter soon. For those of you who read the first book, you’ll recognize a few returning characters (Brenda, the antagonist from Snowmen gets to tell her side of the story.) And if you haven’t read it, that’s okay, too. Scarecrow is its own story.

 

The Trouble with Snowmen by Dorlana VannThe first book in this series, The Trouble with Snowmen, will be released in paperback in May or June – so that is exciting!! And Book 3 is in the works.:)

Mailing List:

Don’t forget to join my mailing list: You’ll receive info about the series, as well as exclusive contest and more fun stuff. Also, you’ll be entered to win a paperback copy of The Trouble with Snowmen. More info here –> https://dorlanavann.me/new-series-trouble-with-men/ (at the bottom of page)

Love and Laughter,

Dorlana

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Dorlana’s Writing Diary (9th entry)

The Trouble with Scarecrows _3 Final (large) copyThe Trouble with Scarecrows (Book 2 Trouble with Men) –  I have my cover and my official summary/blurb , and a few days ago, I received my final galleys. But every time I get my edits back, I find tons of things to change – from commas to entire paragraphs. It’s not as much as the last one, but it seems never ending. So this is what I’m focusing on right now. After I’m finish with this round, I will send it back to my editor, and then I think the next thing I’ll receive is a PDF copy, and that one should be the actual final time to read through and edit little things (too late for anything else) before it goes on presale. So it’s getting to the exciting part of my – and the book’s – journey. (*clears throat* BTW, Book 1 – The Trouble with Snowmen is available now on Amazon.:)

Young Adult Fairy Tale Inspired Novel: Right now, I’m rewriting and expanding the last quarter of the book. On the last update, I had 39,000 words. As of today, I have 43,400, which is good considering I already have the rough draft. My goal is 50,000 – so I still have a long ways to go.  And, like any other story, doubts are swarming in my head: I’m never going to finish this one. (I began it like 5 years ago.) Is the concept strong enough? Are my character’s well developed? Should I be working on something else instead? (I already know the answer to that one though – I can’t. I must finish this one!! I just have to.)

Love and Laugher,

Dorlana

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Free Fairy Tale Inspired YA Novel: The Princes of Tangleforest

What if the school’s misfits discovered a way to use mind control in order to become the popular group?

Free  January 7-11 2016

The Princes of Tangleforest by Dorlana Vann

The Princes of Tangleforest by Dorlana Vann

The Princes of Tangleforest

(Inspired by the classic fairy tale Rapunzel )

by Dorlana Vann

 ages 12+

Skater and reformed geek, Tanner Dobbs, soon learns that his new school, Tangleforest High, is ruled by the Princes. This group of brains used the techniques of Neuro Linguistic Programming to “persuade” the student body that intellectuals are cool, with an added bonus suggestion: “The Princes are the smartest and therefore the most popular.”

Julia Webster used to be part of the Princes’ crowd until they became obsessed and increasingly dangerous to themselves. Now she finds herself an outcast from her former “nerd” friends as well as the students who had ostracized her since elementary school. She’s worried when new kid, Tanner, is invited to join the Princes. She figures Tanner hides his smarts in order to fit in and worries that the popular status the Princes offer, even though geeky, might entice him.

When Tanner catches a glimpse of his golden-haired neighbor, Poppi, he thinks perhaps the Tangleforest community isn’t so terribly bad. But after climbing up to her window, he discovers she is locked in her bedroom by her wicked witch of a grandmother. Unfortunately, his only chance of saving the princess may be to become a nerd prince.

The eBook is Free January 7 – 11, 2016
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About The Princes of Tangleforest:

My favorite story starter formula is fairy tale + supernatural element. The Princes of Tangleforest combines Rapunzel + mind control. Mind Control: During my research, I came across a Neuro Linguistic Programming book, Frogs into Princes. It fit perfectly in name and theme – and would actually be a great subtitle for The Princes of Tangleforest. BTW Frogs into Princes is a fascinating read.
Rapunzel: The Princes of Tangleforest was inspired by The Brother’s Grimm version of, “Rapunzel.” However, it is not a retelling of the classic. Instead, I’ve taken certain aspects of the fairy tale and mixed them with contemporary characters and setting. There are some obvious connections to the original story but also a few “Easter eggs” to discover.

  

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