A Siren's Call
Fifty-word story [33]
She whispered melodies and spoke in symphonies.
Her voice carried out across the water, stopping all travelers within earshot.
Ships rocked against the shoreline — some abandoned for centuries.
The island was peaceful, mountainous, and desolate; the men who wandered there were trapped under her spell, pawns in her grand scheme.
Loosely inspired by The Odyssey, this fifty-word story is another I dug out from the vault.
I hope you have a great Monday!
This is cool. I'd take my chances to be on that island right now.
Which is why I avoid mountainous, desolate islands that whisper melodies! 😉