Monday Fiction by Brenna: Sealed

[brennayovanoff]

My face doesn't belong to me. The mirror shows angles and aspects, but never the whole thing. This is the primary rule of appearance: anything on the surface belongs to everyone else.

When I navigate the halls at school, the boys all turn to watch, but they are not watching me. Instead, they admire my covering. They get distracted at my skin,

Comments

[tessagratton]

Wow. I'm really gonna have to put some gore in mine to make it memorable compared to this. One of my favorite things about you is now non-literal you are when it comes to some (most) things. Especially shared prompts. You take the spirit of the story (or creature, in this case) and make something new.

You're awesome!

[brennayovanoff]

I'm really gonna have to put some gore in mine

I got to the end of this and was like, Hey, no one's bleeding--what's up with that?

And yes, I am wildly non-literal about many things, which is why (sadly) I like all kinds of word-play

even puns.

[tessagratton]

Hehehe. I love puns. I mean, how can you truly appreciate Shakespeare without loving puns?

Also, there is no gore in my story. *sigh*

[dreams_of_wings]

That? Is the sexiest thing I have read in weeks.

*fans self*

[brennayovanoff]

Hahaha--my work here is done ;)

[serafina_zane]

Very nice. Oddly otherworldy and extremely visual.

...I wish my school started at 8:30, though. *sigh* 7:53 every morning.

[brennayovanoff]

Damn it!--I got all tangled up in my times. I would have loved it if school started at 8:30 (mine was 7:50). Could have been worse, I guess--one year my sister went to a junior high that started at the obscene hour of 7:25. Which I firmly believe to be unhealthy.

[serafina_zane]

Ouch. My junior high started at 8:15, which was totally reasonable and allowed you to easily get up at seven (not that I get up any earlier now, it's just more rushed...)
I've got cousins who take the bus and need to be ready at five though, at which point I think I would just drop out or transfer or something, because that's RIDICULOUS.

[alessandriana]

Oooooh, I like it, very much. Especially that second to last paragraph. ...Okay, actually, those entire last eight paragraphs. So cool!

i do hope the guy brought a change of boxers, though... ;)

[brennayovanoff]

Thanks--I don't usually get all romance-y for my Fates fiction, but secretly, I have such a bad soft spot for it :)

[simonhay_healer]

"They are a hundred million light-years from looking at my heart." How many times are we looked at, but no one sees us? When will we learn to see? For as long as I can remeber I wanted someone to see my heart. I don't want to be what people think I am. I love this.

"It is the opposite of breathing." The opposite of breathing? Is that what happens when no one sees us? When I heal people often I'm shown a moment in their life thats like dying. Maybe I'm in the womb and mum and dad are arguing. The energy takes away the light and then replays over and over until the person is ill. You make me think.

The boy in this story is not dying. He's living for the first time in his life. *love* 3 words comma

[brennayovanoff]

Thanks, Simon :) I thought a lot about this one, because all the selkie stories are just so sad.

They all seem to be about captivity and alienation, so I thought she should have a happier ending--or at least one that doesn't end with her having to choose between human connection and natural habitat.