Siren Song

***UPDATE: This project was finished during NaNoWriMo in November of 2011. Although I haven’t gone back for the editing phase yet, it is something I plan on doing eventually.***

This is the page for my current WIP (work-in-progress), Siren Song. It is a contemporary YA (young adult novel) with many supernatural elements. I started working on it a while back, and it was my NaNoWriMo project in November of 2010. It currently sits around 60000 words, but it’s still far from done. A lot of what’s there will have to be cut though, because NaNo brings out the rambler in me… 😉

Siren Song is the story of Scarlett, a soon to be 16 year old who will become a siren on the first new moon after her birthday. She had no idea about this curse, or the fact that it was the cause of the worst tragedies that have happened in her family. Scared of causing death but unable to control the curse, she seeks a way to end it, without leaving the people on the island of Beauté-sur-mer vulnerable. The Siren is the only thing that stands between them and the murderous creatures of the EverNight, which can only come out on the night of the new moon. Will Scarlett find a way to break the curse and still protect the innocents?

Excerpt:

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I sat on the rocky beach, trying to forget the conversation I’d just had with my mom. The shadows created by the huge moon danced among the jagged edges of the nearby driftwood. It was pretty warm for this time of the evening, warmer than it would be in Toronto. The breeze coming off the ocean was warm and salty.

My long red hair blew in the soft wind, wisps of it catching in my lip gloss. I ignored it as I hugged my knees to my chest, capturing my sobs before they tore free from my lungs. A melody came to me unbidden, its sweet melancholy notes resounding inside of my skull. It built and built until I felt as though an entire symphony was playing inside of me, as though I would burst with it if I didn’t relieve the pressure.

I opened my pink-glossed lips, finally brushing the stray hair from the sticky balm, and freed the notes from the skeletal prison of my mind. The sounds escaping me were like no sounds I’d ever made before, and yet, they were familiar.

The song was beautiful and haunting, lilting out all of my pent up emotions. The sound carried much further than I expected, echoing off the cliffs around the bend from where I sat. The wordless tune turned into something deeper, something more, and it felt as though I was accessing some long forgotten part of myself. I sang in a language I didn’t remember learning, but I felt more at home than I had ever felt in my life.

The song wrapped itself around me, weaving through my hair, brushing softly against my skin. It held me in a comforting embrace, and I felt suddenly safe, lulled by my own song
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“Where did you learn to sing like that?” asked a voice in the darkness.

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One Response to Siren Song

  1. Adam Hutchinson says:

    Just came across your site….. and I absolutely love your writing style. The concept of a siren (while maybe a bit too out there for me) is really interesting. Good luck with it!

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