Skylar

A stowaway left for dead in the middle of the ocean is found by a mermaid, who seems to have something against his clothes

A letter for someone who'll never see it

In a manor in the woods, music can be heard, never ceasing. You may enter, they say, but never accept an invitation to dance.

Once again, my thoughts/feelings but more eloquent.

I hate it when my friend is sad, and I wrote this for her so she would (hopefully) be at least a little happier.

The more the main character does good, the sooner they die, and vice versa.

Thoughts on how I view a few points of depression.

A letter for someone who'll never see it

Just a thing my brain thought of.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of the dark. But perhaps, this is a better way to explain.