The Aquarium
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Aquaria Humanis. Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge.
Not for the first time, I wonder why my wife has brought us here. She’s reading Amusing Ourselves to Death, legs crossed in that artful way she has perfected over the years, showing them at their longest and leanest whilst the rest of her posture states, I don’t care how I look.
By Jay Mckenzie4 years ago in Fiction
Jack Dempsey. Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge.
It was hard to give Jack up. We'd been with each other through thick and thin. When we moved here there hadn't been much for me at first. I'd left my friends behind. Cousins too. I had no brothers or sisters, so not much. Lots of TV stations in this new place, but there's only so much Jeopardy and Perry Mason a guy can watch, you know? And Sundays, Sundays were slow. Not even the FBI on Sundays. Dad was stuck on Ed Sullivan and Have Gun Will Travel. Topo Gigio is okay, but even so...
By Paul A. Merkley4 years ago in Petlife
Eight Heads Are Better Than One. Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge.
Mia Part 1: LIFE WATERS Our entire family was excited to watch the 100-gallon tank get set up, but no one as much as me after my solitary goldfish, Gilda, who lived alone in a simple water bowl, had also died alone.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Families
The Aquarist. Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge.
It seemed to Cyril, who was born second, that Giovanni had sprung fully fledged from the ether, as an older brother must. For Giovanni had always been there, from the younger boy's earliest recollections-- the scrunched up, inscrutable toddler face peering through muted maroon drapes, over the rim of his wicker swinging craddle. And what a face it was, for Cyril knew few others! A pale, almost opalescent tone, offset by straight, bronze colored hair that sat flatly on top of his head. Dull blue eyes that peered curiously from under thin, fair eyebrows.
By Katie Alafdal4 years ago in Fiction
Surface Tension. Runner-Up in The Aquarium Challenge.
A cold gust of air woke Alice from a deep sleep. She noticed first her wet clothes and then the rocks and sand beneath her. It was early, just before sunrise. Cold, confused, and severely dehydrated, Alice picked herself up to search for her missing shoes. She remembered having a few drinks, but nothing that would explain a blackout like this. Being so close to the shoreline, it was a wonder the tide didn’t carry her off.
By Leslie Writes5 years ago in Fiction













