Fantasy
The Age of Aquarium
The grounds seemed much more crowded than usual. No matter. This meeting was of the urgent variety and if I had to temporarily accelerate my speed to maneuver through these people, it would be worth it. I’ll just have to pay the price later. It’s still taking me a while to get used to the brief healing period after drawing on these new powers. I made a mental note to add that to the list of questions already swimming in mind.
By Emily Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Waters of Eden
It had always been known that there was something special about the aquarium. Whether it be in the way the light fractured as it tumbled through the water, casting a miracle of colors and patterns on the wall behind the glass, or in the way the fish, normal upon arrival, once in the aquarium, grew to untold sizes, their scales becoming deep and vibrant, their bodies gliding through the blooming sea grass with a newfound passion for life. These things were well observed but never discussed. Even the staff, once they had dipped a hand in the liquid blue, grew happier, luckier, and more successful. But what was truly of miraculous nature, was what came of the waters after the explosion of worlds.
By Amber Fern4 years ago in Fiction
My Duty is My Pride
Soon the road was full of sand. It blew around the pod making tink tink noises as it bounced off the glass doors. Some seasons the sand would cover entire blocks up to your knees. Everyone wore masks or scarfs around their faces and dove into podcars as quickly as possible. The sand was relentless, penetrating every crack, every crevice, every orifice it could find.
By Kelley Zherzhi4 years ago in Fiction
My Duty is My Pride
If there was an assignment Kobe hated, it was an arena raid. He wasn’t fond of most of his assignments, actually. But the smell of chemical fires cutting through the warehouse district was especially nauseating. He took one last breath of polluted city air and pulled his visor over his face. His weapon read his thumbprint silently, powered up and hummed as it readied for battle. The night was hot and sticky, causing sweat droplets to course down his back beneath his uniform.
By Kelley Zherzhi4 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
Baited
Apparently, there was an aquarium near the Bermuda triangle. A tourist attraction, one I’d thought very little of even though I’d never heard of it before. The leaflet they had sent me gave me enough information to peg it as a tourist trap, though perhaps with a little more substance. It boasted a café with five-star service, near proximity to at least three ocean-view hotels, a wide range of the usual creatures you see in an aquarium, and the main selling point: an underwater tunnel that reached right into the Bermuda triangle itself, so you could impress your friends by saying you’d visited and survived.
By ChickenFarmer4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Things
It all starts because there’s a certain Great White shark—small for its species and covered in thick, white scars—who has a disposition for mayhem. It bangs against the glass of the aquarium when visitors stop to ponder the aquarium life, or even as they pass. The shark seems to have an intuition about which guests have a more sensitive constitution, as it has a great track record of singling out which people will scream the loudest, which children will be so terrified that their parents will have a talk with the administrator about that “godawful beast.”
By Noel Mallory4 years ago in Fiction
An Invitation from beyond?
I know that boxes cannot fly. I must be dreaming. Be it dream or reality, this box was flying towards me, tiny propellers beneath outstretched wings. I ran, but it chased me, caught up to me, and.........................,bang, bang, bang. Loud knocking?
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
