The merpeople had greyish skins and long, wild dark green hair. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth, and they wore thick ropes of pebbles around their necks. They leered at Harry as he swam past; one or two of them emerged from their caves to watch him better, their powerful, silvery fishtails beating the water, spears clutched in their hands.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 22, 2012.

Found in The Goblet of Fire, authored by J. K. Rowling.


From a distance what had appeared to be a mane of golden hair was actually shimmering golden scales from an inch above their golf ball sized beady fish eyes, up over their heads and down past their shoulders. Their skin was a steely grey, not shiny like the scales and had a rubbery look a bit like a dolphin. Their noses were small and flattened with small nostrils and their mouths were so wide they stretched right around to where their jaw bones appeared to join their skulls beneath. Behind the pinkish-grey lips lay two rows of sharp teeth, they were predators, undoubtedly used to ripping their prey apart raw. Their hands were webbed and instead of legs they had powerful tails covered in glistening scales of silver, electric blue or brilliant yellow.

By angela, April 22, 2012.

She stood like a statue on the shore, her toes buried deep underneath the damp sand. A fringe of lace spread over the beach, wetting the woman's feet through the delicate green tissue that wrapped around her pale pink body. It would be long until night fell, the darkness awakening those who live when all else sleep. Yet as the daylight dimmed and the night began to tick by...her eyes never left the frantic waves.
They called to her, beckoning her to return home. And the louder the ocean screamed, the more she dreaded the new life she bargained for. She had asked for freedom, but she never realized freedom was so cruel and cost so much.
Salty tears rolled over her round cheeks. Sniffing, her wiped them away, trying to stay strong and not fall apart then and there. There's no time to cry, she told herself.
The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once orange and purple sky transformed into a sheet of jet-black, which engulfed the beach. Stars reflected off the cold water. Some dull, some merely flickered into existence, but there was a vast amount shimmering bright like diamonds against the moonless sky.
Behind her, facing the beach was a small town. It's lights crawling closer towards the ocean, rebounding off the jeweled cloth the woman wore, making it seem as if everything that generated light was powered by her.
She couldn't stay here. Nothing would be achieved with laziness. She had to go and search, for if she didn't...she would be trapped in an endless pit of darkness forever.

By goodbye_sanity, June 15, 2015.