Megan MacLean
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Homesick
The ice has finally broken away from the shore and I dip my toes in tentatively. They tingle from the cold and the scales aching to emerge. I breathe deeply of the ocean breeze and the promise of freedom under the waves. 'Soon,' I think to myself as I watch the ice give way to the waves in the distance. I look around to make sure I'm alone then dip my toe again and allow the scales to ripple up my calf. 'Soon, I will be home.'
By Megan MacLean3 years ago in Fiction
Uncertain
She won’t stay. What a mood breaker. Why does my mind do this to me? I know she loves me. Her head is on my chest, her breaths coming with the ease of sleep as the dawning sun shimmers in her hair. I just want it to stay like this forever and there’s no reason for me to think it won’t.
By Megan MacLean4 years ago in Filthy
Log Book #3
Date: Aug 3, 2100 *Aug 5 According to these logs, it has been 4 days since I left home although I don't remember if I have missed making entries. The last couple of logs are barely legible, which isn't surprising; the only thing I DO remember is how sick I was.
By Megan MacLean5 years ago in Fiction
