Isla Kaye Thistle
Aspiring Fiction Writer
Avid animal lover.
My yearning for the ocean ebbed and flowed like the tide. Some days, I wanted nothing more than to be immersed by the sea, as this felt like my natural state of being. Other days, I wanted to move far far away and never look back because I feared my favorite place on Earth would become nothing but a bitter reminder of my father’s absence.
Macy Mae Goes Hiking
“We’re going to North Carolina for Thanksgiving,” my brother said quietly, “figured it would be nice to get away for a while.” He ran his hand absentmindedly over the Pitbull sprawled out across his lap; belly to the ceiling and head thrown back against my brother’s chest.
Revenge of the Whales
The deep melodramatic moan of a grieving humpback whale is carried by the current. Sound waves spread throughout the underwater realm and carry a message that transcends species' language barriers. Everything from the brown pelicans skimming the surface of the sea to the Marianas snailfish five miles down understands the pain being communicated.
Bower Bird Blue
Some men call her completely insatiable, but the truth is she had standards so high that only a bower bird could reach. Beth first met him when he perched on her picnic table during one of her many failed first dates. The bird was fully dressed in sleek blue-black plumage. His eyes had a lavender hue and he stared with such love and longing that Beth was instantly mesmerized by his gaze. The human man she was with said something to try to get her attention, but she paid him little notice. His eyes were not as intense as the bird’, his dress was not as stunning, and he had a way of droning on and on as he spoke and expecting Beth to reply with simple affirmations that merely showed she was listening.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But that doesn’t stop people from screaming. I couldn’t hear Hannah’s scream as she was sucked out into the far reaches of the galaxy, but I could see it. Her eyes were supernovas. Expanding. Exploding. Fear ricocheted off of her in all directions, propelling her backward, into the void.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I saw his jaw distend through the cameras on the forward bulkhead as his suit depressurized and my head filled in the rest. I heard it. All the way through the broken glass, along the tether, and through the vacuum.
The Secret to Surviving a Florida Summer
In Florida, it’s always hot. Shorts and tank tops can usually be word year-round, save for winter nights when the temperature drops into the low seventies or, heaven forbid, the sixties, and cold-blooded Floridians begin to shiver like naked mole rats in the artic. Summer months, however, are characterized by a special kind of heat; the kind that many people from other states cannot fathom. It is an unquenchable heat that makes beach sand burn like sparks of flames, kicked up by too-large flip-flops traipsing down the beach. A heat that makes outside benches sear the skin left uncovered by bikini bottoms or short shorts, like meat on a BBQ grill—thick red lines trailing across the backs of legs in perfect symmetry with the rungs of the bench. In the summer, Florida heat is so fierce and so strong that it can only be appeased by two things; a dip in the ocean or a taste of Fla-Vor-Ice.
The Hunt of the Dragon
"There weren't always dragons in the valley," the man at the bar said dejectedly. He perched on his barstool, fingers tracing the lip of his glass of mulled wine. “And at this rate, they won’t last long.” It was a surprisingly sentimental tone from a man whose arm clearly bore the mark of a dragonslayer: a serpentine dragon enveloping a sword branded into his skin.
Three Reasons to Teach Your Dog How to Talk, and Three Reasons Not to
There’s a current trend going around where people are teaching their dogs to talk using pre-recorded buttons. I will admit, I jumped on this bandwagon right away. My six-year-old Goldendoodle now has over a dozen buttons spanning the whole hallway. She adores her buttons, but I have mixed feelings. Here are a few pros and cons about teaching your dogs words, for all those currently considering communicating with their clever canine companions.
The Freedom of the Sea
“When I die, I want you to sail out on a boat and spread my ashes in the sea,” my father told me when I was young. We were sitting together on a sailboat, tacking and jibing back and forth around the lake. It was one of my favorite memories, and I enjoyed it so immensely then that I didn’t even want to think of packing up and heading back to shore, let alone my father one day dying.
Deviously Deceptive Dogs
When I was a teenager, my dream job wasn’t to be an astronaut and explore far away galaxies, to become the president of my country, or even to be a multi millionaire. My dream was to become a dog trainer. I would get starry eyed over the talented canine actors in shows like White Fang or the Airbud movie series. I wanted to be the person that trained the next great furry star on television. And so, I did what every young person aspiring for a dream job must do, I threw my heart and soul into learning as much as I could and practicing my craft.