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Jelly
My fish ran away. I'm sure Jelly had an excellent reason to do so. Probably made a list of pros and cons, to stay or not to stay? And like everyone else, Jelly finally figured it out. Something I can't do on my own, with my own life, figure it out. I was drenched, standing in a puddle I had created, holding a fishless fish bowl in front of a shark tank. Ten million gallons of water, two white sharks, six sting rays, four sea turtles, and a large school of different fish, and, for once in my life, I understood they weren't the only ones aimlessly swimming in circles. I thought, what are they looking for, and do they know they are in a bowl? When a muffled voice came over the intercom, "The aquarium will be closing in one hour. The aquarium will be closing in one hour."
By LaRissa Dawn 4 years ago in Fiction
The Miracle Box
Today, like every day for the past year, Judy Trudeau had gone to visit her ten year old son, Timmy, in the hospital. He was in a coma, and she had been visiting almost every day to talk to him. She prayed and begged for him to wake up. He was hit with a baseball while at a game with his father, and even though she knew she shouldn’t blame John, she did. She grabbed Timmy’s hand and started talking.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
An Autumn Night
Linore bounded through the shadowed recesses of the aquarium, carving a path through the crowd. She stumbled to a stop and found herself standing in front of a large, curved tank. Her eyes trailed up its glistening surface, taking in the vast array of colors splashed throughout the sparkling blue water. In it was a massive live coral reef that stretched past the ceiling of the room. She tried to follow the structure to the top of the tank with her eyes, but they failed her and she could only see it towering above her before continuing in a blur into the distance.
By Amanda Ciufecu4 years ago in Fiction
Color Of Water
Checking my watch for the third time in ten minutes, I waited for my husband Tim. “Where the hell is he? Why am I still waiting for this man?” I could hear myself mumble as I turned to see my six-year-old twin boys eyes widen as they looked through the glass enclosure where giant sea turtles roamed.
By C. H. Richard4 years ago in Fiction
Sharks
"Aren't they pretty?" The words exit my lips, hollow. Dani stands next to me, the most precious eight-year-old sister you've ever seen. Before us, separated by just a few inches of glass, swim a cacophony of fishes. Clownfish, angelfish, butterflyfish, and even a few rays laze about in the vivid blue waters. On the tank floor, eels dart through coral formations, while crabs bury themselves in the sand.
By Chris Heller4 years ago in Fiction
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
The Midnight Crew
The truck arrived to the Aquarium with an eleven year old Arctic cetacean that was being transferred to a bigger habitat than the last one he was in. Twenty-three animal care monitors rushed to help unload the delicate and beautiful white Beluga onto the soft and stretched Nylon pad carrier that would gingerly lower him into the pool. After lowering the two- thousand and ninety pound young male into the iced pool, the staff members unhooked the transport stretcher and released Bubbles. Christine smoothed her hands onto his slippery wet face and softly repeated the words with a gentle whisper. “You’re ok now Bubbles… you’re OK…”
By K. Jeanette4 years ago in Fiction
From Pet Shops Into Our Homes
When I was a boy, one thing I really loved was our fish tank that was kept in the corner of the living room. We had several different ones over the years but the one that sticks in my mind was the tall hexagonal tank. An aquarium can be a lot of work to keep maintained but for me it was like having a good friend. Just like a person it would change a lot over the years. I think I remember the red gravel was a constant feature of its various different setups. It matured from having stylized fancy bubblers to the type that were more dependable. This allowed it to reveal its true nature characterized by its assortment of fish.
By Erik ubbink4 years ago in Fiction
Second First Date
“Can I remove the blindfold yet?” I ask as I feel the car come to a slow stop and hear the car get turned off. I hear a chuckle from next to me before I feel my seatbelt get unbuckled and then pushed off me. I smile as my driver and other half places a quick kiss on my cheek.
By Elizabeth Townsend4 years ago in Fiction
Happiness Vs. Success
James Elliot, a reporter for the National Globe, teased Charles Goodwin while interviewing him, “you are successful, wealthy, and smart, yet none of your four children have followed in your footsteps. Why not? It doesn’t bother you that you have no heirs to take over your life’s work when you die? Everything that you have created, where will it go?”
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
