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So. I have written a fiction story about someone who turns into a merman and meet a mermaid. Some parts of the stuff in the story are true but changed a little. Theres some violence and sex later in the story so be warned. The ones who are graphic will have NSFW on the title. Its also a long story and it takes a while to get things going. I hope you will enjoy the story and give feedback.
Heres the text for those dont wanna download it
Chapter 1
A beginning and an intro
Hello dear listeners and readers. What I am about to tell you is completely true. I swear!. Or... Yes, at least that's my perception of what happened to me after I just turned 50.
Ahh, you think, a sad story about someone who may have lost himself but everything turns out to be peace and joy later, and Yes, in a way it is, but not only that. No, this is a bit more complicated than that, but let me start from scratch, so to speak.
My name is Kenneth Elroth and when this story begins I have just turned 50 years old. I am of medium height and have dark brown hair that is lovely fluffy even when freshly cut. My eyes are intense light blue. I'm a little too round around the stomach, but that usually happens when you get older, so nothing strange about that.
Despite my age, I am unmarried and live alone in a fairly large apartment in the center of Karlskrona. It is a nice but slightly older apartment and I feel very comfortable there. The apartment is on floor 4 and most elderly people live on that floor. The neighbors are as nice as can be and there is never anyone arguing in the house. The only thing I miss is a bathtub, but the shower is as good as anything and I visit the swimming pool sometimes, so i bathe.
I work at the Blekinge museum in Karlskrona and it is an exciting job. Sometimes I am a guide and tell tourists about old Blekinge and how people used to live. Sometimes I am alone and go through a lot of old pictures from Blekinge. Some of the images are exhibited while others are in an archive that is available to those who want to look at it.
I enjoy the job and the co-workers are as nice as can be. It is exciting with the history of the county and I have several interesting Blekinge books at home that I read a little from time to time.
It's not very far to work, so I usually walk there in the morning and home in the evening. The walk makes you happier and you can listen to either the sounds of nature or an audio book.
If I have to choose an audio book or the birds, I choose to listen to the birds singing. They sing so beautifully in the morning.
One reason I walk is because I'm too fat. My doctor has said that with walking I will hopefully get less fat over time. To be honest, maybe I eat too many sweets and snacks, but I think it's ok.
I am not a party person and never drink alcohol. Therefore, my 50th birthday celebration was very peaceful. The day I turned 50 was on a Sunday and I was out fishing with my best friend Tony. We caught some fish. It was a very relaxing occupation.
This despite the fact that I hate fish. I don't like their appearance, their sliminess and above all the taste. They don't even breathe like us, but with gills. It is also a reason why I strongly dislike them and find them disgusting in some way. None of the fish I caught were brought home to me. Instead, my friend got them.
Not even a week ago when it was midsummer I ate any fish. Many people say that everyone should eat herring at midsummer, but not me. Instead I ate pie and meatballs and boiled potatoes. It was good enough for me.
The day after I turned 50, I showered and shaved as usual in the morning. I got a bit of a shock when I looked at myself after shaving. A gray hair up there on my dark brown hair that I'm so proud to still have.
The scissors went forward in a flash and I cut off the gray hair and threw it in the garbage can. Whew!
To the kitchen and the first cup of tea of the day. The fact that I only drink tea and never coffee is something that my colleagues at the museum think is a little strange, but of course they still respect my choice.
Breakfast today didn't just consist of a cup of tea, of course. No, it was also a boiled egg, two sandwiches with ham and a glass of Pro Viva orange juice (for the little stomach to feel good). Satisfied and happy, I packed the day's food into a box. A nice snitzel with mushroom sauce with stir-fried vegetables and of course Béarnaise sauce. Awesome.
The job went like a dance and I was in a very good mood until I got home. In the mailbox I had received a leaflet about age anxiety. I stood staring at the words on the paper and I was close to sticking out my tongue mockingly at the folder but a neighbor came and I put the folder between two newspapers and went up to the apartment.
Once up, I contemptuously tossed the folder on the table and glared at it angrily. It lay where it lay.
Seriously. are they messing with me?
After a while I went into the living room and turned on the TV for some entertainment. Most of the TV channels were currently mostly reality shows and other nonsense. I was slack watching and zapping to the next channel when there was a commercial. If someone had then asked me what the programs were about, I would not have been able to give a good answer.
On the table was a bowl of chips left over from the weekend. I ate them and felt satisfied and happy. However, it won't help my thickness directly but still.
Later in the evening I called some friends and relatives. On Friday this week there would be a market and me and some friends would go to it. On Saturday, I was to be celebrated a bit by acquaintances and friends. On Sunday Tony and I would probably go fishing again. A good week.
None of them could celebrate me on the weekend of my birthday so it had to be about a week later. I thought it was perfectly fine.
Even later in the evening, I pulled out some older photo albums that I hadn't browsed in a long time. You could say they have just collected dust on the shelf. I was young in the photos and I came to mind when most of the photos were taken.
I was so young and had my life ahead of me, I spontaneously thought when I saw my confirmation picture. But hey, I still have life ahead of me, don't I?. Of course I had plans when I was young and maybe not all of them came true, but that's how it is for the vast majority.
A lone tear ran from my cheek and landed on the picture and I hit my head violently. Why did I cry? I really didn't understand anything. I wiped away the tears with a napkin and closed the photo album and put them where they usually are. Then I went to bed.
The journey of the week until Friday went as it usually does. Nothing weird or strange happened and that was so thankful considering what happened later.
Heres the text for those dont wanna download it
Chapter 1
A beginning and an intro
Hello dear listeners and readers. What I am about to tell you is completely true. I swear!. Or... Yes, at least that's my perception of what happened to me after I just turned 50.
Ahh, you think, a sad story about someone who may have lost himself but everything turns out to be peace and joy later, and Yes, in a way it is, but not only that. No, this is a bit more complicated than that, but let me start from scratch, so to speak.
My name is Kenneth Elroth and when this story begins I have just turned 50 years old. I am of medium height and have dark brown hair that is lovely fluffy even when freshly cut. My eyes are intense light blue. I'm a little too round around the stomach, but that usually happens when you get older, so nothing strange about that.
Despite my age, I am unmarried and live alone in a fairly large apartment in the center of Karlskrona. It is a nice but slightly older apartment and I feel very comfortable there. The apartment is on floor 4 and most elderly people live on that floor. The neighbors are as nice as can be and there is never anyone arguing in the house. The only thing I miss is a bathtub, but the shower is as good as anything and I visit the swimming pool sometimes, so i bathe.
I work at the Blekinge museum in Karlskrona and it is an exciting job. Sometimes I am a guide and tell tourists about old Blekinge and how people used to live. Sometimes I am alone and go through a lot of old pictures from Blekinge. Some of the images are exhibited while others are in an archive that is available to those who want to look at it.
I enjoy the job and the co-workers are as nice as can be. It is exciting with the history of the county and I have several interesting Blekinge books at home that I read a little from time to time.
It's not very far to work, so I usually walk there in the morning and home in the evening. The walk makes you happier and you can listen to either the sounds of nature or an audio book.
If I have to choose an audio book or the birds, I choose to listen to the birds singing. They sing so beautifully in the morning.
One reason I walk is because I'm too fat. My doctor has said that with walking I will hopefully get less fat over time. To be honest, maybe I eat too many sweets and snacks, but I think it's ok.
I am not a party person and never drink alcohol. Therefore, my 50th birthday celebration was very peaceful. The day I turned 50 was on a Sunday and I was out fishing with my best friend Tony. We caught some fish. It was a very relaxing occupation.
This despite the fact that I hate fish. I don't like their appearance, their sliminess and above all the taste. They don't even breathe like us, but with gills. It is also a reason why I strongly dislike them and find them disgusting in some way. None of the fish I caught were brought home to me. Instead, my friend got them.
Not even a week ago when it was midsummer I ate any fish. Many people say that everyone should eat herring at midsummer, but not me. Instead I ate pie and meatballs and boiled potatoes. It was good enough for me.
The day after I turned 50, I showered and shaved as usual in the morning. I got a bit of a shock when I looked at myself after shaving. A gray hair up there on my dark brown hair that I'm so proud to still have.
The scissors went forward in a flash and I cut off the gray hair and threw it in the garbage can. Whew!
To the kitchen and the first cup of tea of the day. The fact that I only drink tea and never coffee is something that my colleagues at the museum think is a little strange, but of course they still respect my choice.
Breakfast today didn't just consist of a cup of tea, of course. No, it was also a boiled egg, two sandwiches with ham and a glass of Pro Viva orange juice (for the little stomach to feel good). Satisfied and happy, I packed the day's food into a box. A nice snitzel with mushroom sauce with stir-fried vegetables and of course Béarnaise sauce. Awesome.
The job went like a dance and I was in a very good mood until I got home. In the mailbox I had received a leaflet about age anxiety. I stood staring at the words on the paper and I was close to sticking out my tongue mockingly at the folder but a neighbor came and I put the folder between two newspapers and went up to the apartment.
Once up, I contemptuously tossed the folder on the table and glared at it angrily. It lay where it lay.
Seriously. are they messing with me?
After a while I went into the living room and turned on the TV for some entertainment. Most of the TV channels were currently mostly reality shows and other nonsense. I was slack watching and zapping to the next channel when there was a commercial. If someone had then asked me what the programs were about, I would not have been able to give a good answer.
On the table was a bowl of chips left over from the weekend. I ate them and felt satisfied and happy. However, it won't help my thickness directly but still.
Later in the evening I called some friends and relatives. On Friday this week there would be a market and me and some friends would go to it. On Saturday, I was to be celebrated a bit by acquaintances and friends. On Sunday Tony and I would probably go fishing again. A good week.
None of them could celebrate me on the weekend of my birthday so it had to be about a week later. I thought it was perfectly fine.
Even later in the evening, I pulled out some older photo albums that I hadn't browsed in a long time. You could say they have just collected dust on the shelf. I was young in the photos and I came to mind when most of the photos were taken.
I was so young and had my life ahead of me, I spontaneously thought when I saw my confirmation picture. But hey, I still have life ahead of me, don't I?. Of course I had plans when I was young and maybe not all of them came true, but that's how it is for the vast majority.
A lone tear ran from my cheek and landed on the picture and I hit my head violently. Why did I cry? I really didn't understand anything. I wiped away the tears with a napkin and closed the photo album and put them where they usually are. Then I went to bed.
The journey of the week until Friday went as it usually does. Nothing weird or strange happened and that was so thankful considering what happened later.
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