I'm Sebastian, I've gone by a number of other names but S. T. Farag is probably what I will be doing writing work under at this point. I commit words somewhat regularly through crowdfunding events and a few other outlets. I enjoy creating stories based on what other people are hoping to read or prompts I find through the Internet and I hope that i might be able to keep doing this for a long time.
I have a Paypal you can donate to and a Patreon you can join if you'd like. I am also willing to take on commissioned stories and do content editing if you'd be interested in either of those things.
Note: I do not do line edits because it is far from my strong suit but content stuff, I am happy to work with.
I am offering up a little piece from a world that needs to be developed but I do hope to work more with in the future.
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They kiss by the seaside, mouths tasting of blood and saltwater. They pull each other into the waves, laughing and teasing one another as they fall into the ocean's embrace.
They love fiercely and with nothing but devotion but they also know that neither of them will go against their natures.
The selkie will always have the need to leave in his blood and the kelpie will always bring death in his wake.
It's what they do, who they are, and they love each other, but they know that fighting against their natures is a losing battle.
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"I have to go."
"I know."
"I'll be back."
"I know."
They kiss, hard and fierce, teeth and tongues warring with one another for dominion. Their hands push back shreds of clothing and they fall into the ocean again, an old pattern they always return to.
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The kelpie makes the selkie bleed before he leaves and the selkie shows him ho to be gentle. They leave with marks upon the other that no one else has been able to make stick, yet they both know this is not over.
The old dialogue happens again and again. Coming back, promises, devotionals to each other. They dance around familiar phrases like preforms punting on a show for the hundredth time.
They know their roles and they know they'll put on this song and dance again soon enough.
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"I can't promise I wont' come after you.
The selkie is about to lave, to let the water take him far away, when the kelpie says it
He blinks, uncertain of what to say,. It's not a part of the old script.
"I'll come back," he tries, attempting to get them on track again.
"Or I'll bring you back."
"I don't....What am I supposed to say?" The selkie sounds scared, unsure and like he's craving direction, like he needs someone to tell him what to do.
"Just say that you'll let me bring you back," eh kelpie supplies. "Say that when I find you, I can bring you home again."
The selkie swallows, nodding. "Okay."
"Okay."
The selkie lets the water take him then, his body shifting into seal for and vanishing into the water.
The kelpie watches, knowing he will soon enough venture into the waves to track down the one who maters to him.
AT THE MIC: S. T. Farag
I have a Paypal you can donate to and a Patreon you can join if you'd like. I am also willing to take on commissioned stories and do content editing if you'd be interested in either of those things.
Note: I do not do line edits because it is far from my strong suit but content stuff, I am happy to work with.
I am offering up a little piece from a world that needs to be developed but I do hope to work more with in the future.
~
They kiss by the seaside, mouths tasting of blood and saltwater. They pull each other into the waves, laughing and teasing one another as they fall into the ocean's embrace.
They love fiercely and with nothing but devotion but they also know that neither of them will go against their natures.
The selkie will always have the need to leave in his blood and the kelpie will always bring death in his wake.
It's what they do, who they are, and they love each other, but they know that fighting against their natures is a losing battle.
~
"I have to go."
"I know."
"I'll be back."
"I know."
They kiss, hard and fierce, teeth and tongues warring with one another for dominion. Their hands push back shreds of clothing and they fall into the ocean again, an old pattern they always return to.
~
The kelpie makes the selkie bleed before he leaves and the selkie shows him ho to be gentle. They leave with marks upon the other that no one else has been able to make stick, yet they both know this is not over.
The old dialogue happens again and again. Coming back, promises, devotionals to each other. They dance around familiar phrases like preforms punting on a show for the hundredth time.
They know their roles and they know they'll put on this song and dance again soon enough.
~
"I can't promise I wont' come after you.
The selkie is about to lave, to let the water take him far away, when the kelpie says it
He blinks, uncertain of what to say,. It's not a part of the old script.
"I'll come back," he tries, attempting to get them on track again.
"Or I'll bring you back."
"I don't....What am I supposed to say?" The selkie sounds scared, unsure and like he's craving direction, like he needs someone to tell him what to do.
"Just say that you'll let me bring you back," eh kelpie supplies. "Say that when I find you, I can bring you home again."
The selkie swallows, nodding. "Okay."
"Okay."
The selkie lets the water take him then, his body shifting into seal for and vanishing into the water.
The kelpie watches, knowing he will soon enough venture into the waves to track down the one who maters to him.