Adventure
The Capes Of Planet Poloto
The view looked great from the left window seat on flight 753. The sky was clear with no clouds in sight, at least from my view. It was around 2:00 pm and this was our second trip back to Indiana from Orlando Florida. Hello, my name is Tommy Vector and I am an 11-year-old kid with no sisters or brothers. My mother was sitting next to me listening to her music on her headphones; she likes to listen to classical music like Mozart and Beethoven. The flight attendant walked by and said. “Hello young man, would you like something to drink? I said '' Sure, yes, please! Can I have a cup of Apple Juice? As I nudged mom to see if she wanted anything as the flight attendant responded back. How about you ma’am? Mom then answered back, “Just Water Please.” and the flight attendant answered back, “Yes, of course, I'll be right Back.”
By Anthony Leclair4 years ago in Fiction
It's the Dawning of the Cage of Aquariums
I can't believe I am in an outdoor flea market, it's so humiliating. My keepers are moving to the Bahamas and leaving me to some whiney kid most likely. It's sunny out and I am a loner. I requested a tank cleaner, but I shut my trap when I overheard my "family" talking after dinner and the choices they were going over were seriously evil. Luckily, the insanely bad violinist "Maestro" Mary who was perhaps twelve overheard her parents and older brother, Jerky Joe arguing over what to do with me. "Dad just flush him, sell the tank and get it over with, what's the big deal?" Maestro Mary ran in and hit him in the back of the head. He swung at her yelling, “Get away from me you little freak!”
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 years ago in Fiction
Stella: Seal Agent
3 p.m. EST, Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, GA Dr. Marino’s evil cackle fills the air as they point a gun at the prone female. “You have failed agents! Now, I will be able to take credit for the All-Animal Translator but also alter it so I can control any animal! I will be powerful!”
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 years ago in Fiction
Eli's Project
Dee got back in her car and then turned left out of the shipyard. The Park was less than ½ mile down Middle Harbor Rd, on the left. As soon as she turned out of the Shipyard, she saw all the flashing lights. The metal bar gate, with its PARK CLOSED sign, was blocking the entrance drive, but an OPD officer was standing there to let official vehicles in and out. From the gate, Dee could see half a dozen squad cars, Sgt. Collins SUV and the Coroner van all parked on the paved circle around the huge metal pole that was the Oakland Mast. The Park Rangers were even here to close down the Park from the public until the Crime Scene could be processed. The main piece of equipment present was the huge firetruck, parked in the grass directly in front of the Mast, with its ladder fully extended. A large white sheet hanging from the end of the ladder blocked whatever was on the top of the mast from view. On the other side of the paved circle, there was a Parks and Rec bucket truck, and she could just make out the slim form of Sundae's partner Mike Rollo, in the bucket up there to the left of the giant sheet. She assumed he was up there snapping pictures and taking samples. Dee pulled into the small parking lot nearby, got out, and walked over to where the Alameda County Coroner, Dr. Harperson, and her boss, Sgt. Collins was standing on the paved circle, necks craned back, intently watching whatever was going on up there behind the sheet.
By Angela Mabry4 years ago in Fiction
Eli's Project
The LAPD had a reputation for misconduct and mishandling of cases. In Detective Madera “Dee” Segura's opinion, it wasn't because of bad officers. You can't judge all the apples on the tree because of a few rotten ones on the ground. In the 15 years, she had lived and worked in L.A, she had seen a lot of horrible things, but she had made friends and allies in the Force. Decent officers just trying to do their job, just like her. Then she moved to Oakland. She didn't necessarily want to leave the LAPD, but the transfer had meant a promotion to Detective and a bit of a slower pace. Of course, Oakland had crime, and horrible things happened here, same as anywhere else. It came down to a matter of scale. Los Angeles had 3.9 million residents and almost 10,000 officers. Oakland, in comparison, only had about 434,000 residents and 750 officers. There, she had been just another Badge, lost in the crowd; here, she could have a career and make a good name for herself. Away from the dark stigma of the LAPD.
By Angela Mabry4 years ago in Fiction
Charlemagne's Game
A cold current wakes me. I slowly open one eye to see who disturbed the water. Just an angel fish looking for food. I open the other and adjust myself to match the coral I’m leaning on. I haven’t seen any sharks since I was put in this tank, but I know better than not to expect one. That’s what I learned when I was little and lived on the reef.
By Georges-Henri Daigle4 years ago in Fiction
Dreaming in a Sea of Colour
Iggy knew something was different when the Big Lady opened the door. She always carried a shiny pail filled to the brim with silver fish. Iggy and his colony would rush her whenever she entered. Marlin and Spike were usually there first. Being the biggest penguins in the group, they would muscle their way to the front and take their time choosing from the pail. Everyone else had to wait their turn before they could eat their fill. Iggy was the smallest member of the colony and often had to wait the longest. The Big Lady seemed to know that though. When Iggy would get his turn at the pail and see it almost empty, she would give him a nice, juicy piece just for him.
By Loryne Andawey4 years ago in Fiction
A Risk Worth Taking
I’ve always considered myself an adventurous learner. The nagging need deep inside me for knowledge and to learn more about the world around me has always been strong. The word strong may be an understatement actually. The hunger to learn inside me is incredibly ravenous and vengeful like a starving shark. In my youth, I was constantly lectured about how curiosity was dangerous and straying too far off the path can get you killed. I listened to these lectures intently, then would ardently disagree. I was always the first to ask more questions and would often stump my teachers to the point of frustration. My family would tell me I was being too nosey and needed to stay in my lane. I was told I was aloof and needed to appreciate the present moment more. I was never content with the present moment though, and was definitely not content to follow along with what I was being told.
By Alexis Avery4 years ago in Fiction
