Fantasy
Suspended
“You know, I’m not really a Damien Hirst fan… but this is impressive,” Jeremy the shapeshifter overheard someone saying as he studied the five-meter-long display case before him. Preserved in formaldehyde was a tiger shark, it’s jaws open, body suspended as if it could start surging forward, nose bumping into the glass at any moment. It was impressive, he thought, raising his eyes to look through the green tinted glass at the other fundraiser attendees.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
Shark Weak
That pretty fish in the picture is me. Ain't I a sight to see? And the shark...well, I'll tell you about that. I'm a Betta fish. Betta fish are among the most popular and beautiful pet fish in the world, but that wasn't always so. The genus Betta contains more than seventy-three recognized species, but the fish most people are familiar with is Betta splendens or Siamese Fighting Fish.
By Violet Hamilton5 years ago in Fiction
Of Winds and Waves
If you saw Xander Siklon at school, you probably wouldn’t look twice. Sure his one stormy grey eye and one electric blue eye might strike you at first, but you’d get used to them. Sure he may be rather fast and jump rather high, but he was no Usain Bolt. And even if he was, he almost never ran unless being pursued by bullies. He spent most of his time nose deep in books. He was just an average sixteen year old boy.
By Avyakta Kanthesh5 years ago in Fiction
A Protected Escape
For as long as she could remember Moonica felt a peace come over her when she could hear the seagulls, and feel the cool and slightly windy ocean breeze in her hair, but that ocean smell...the smell of fish and salt in the air was an extra bonus that she simply could not live without.
By Monica Bernal 5 years ago in Fiction
Starboard Hearts
The moonlight finally escaped through the clouds and caused the water to glisten in its stolen light. The stars shone down on the dock like a myriad of watchful, gate keeping eyes, as a group of kids scurried across towards the water. Two of them jumped off the dock disturbing the tranquil waters, while the rest of them threw backpacks full of supplies into a nearby boat.
By Logan Donahue5 years ago in Fiction
To Any Depths
To Any Depths Karl maneuvered his commercial fishing boat onto his go-to contour line and slowed the vessel to set the gear. It rained lightly, but the water was smooth. He glanced behind to watch his two deck hands send out the buoys that started the beginning of the longline. It was halibut season. After they had started running the bait out, he wandered down to the deck to check if everything was OK or if his crew needed anything.
By Jilleen Dolbeare5 years ago in Fiction
Por el camino de la caléndula
Waking up with a stretch and a yawn, I find that it’s still night out. Sometimes I think my body is trying to sabotage me by depriving me of sleep, but jokes on it, I’m just gonna get a drink of water and head back to bed to get some needed rest before work. Removing the blanket, I lift my head from my comfy pillow and precede to step onto the floor. That’s when I start to feel something, not the comfy roughness of my carpet, but a soft texture, like I’m stepping in a bundle of silky cloth. I look down found my feet in the midst of marigold petals, and then allow my eyes to follow a straight line of the reddish-orange flower out my bedroom door.
By Tay Gallagher5 years ago in Fiction
Under the Waves
The ocean was calm, no wind or rain to whip the sea into angry, roiling waves. The sun, shining brightly from its lofty perch, was unimpeded by clouds, warming the ground beneath my feet. The day, so beautiful and clear, felt like a cruel insult. Shouldn’t it be raining, or at least overcast, on the day I chose to I kill myself?
By Kristen Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Peach Tree
An old man was seated behind a chair as he typed away at an interface. Behind him, a floating disc about an inch in height kept recording the events of what was transpiring. The display from the interface showed the gateway was finally activating again. After a few readings were calculated, the disc turned into a floating orb.
By Julian Gaines5 years ago in Fiction
My 24th Birthday
My 24th Birthday My name is Jackie Moore and I have been on edge the past 48 hours because I have not packed for my birthday trip at all. I’m turning 24 and I am finally going out of the country for the first time to Guadalupe Island, Mexico. Waking up on the 24th of May in my cluttered New York City penthouse, I jumped up to try and get my suitcase together. As I grab my folded clothes that I left on the couch my friend Ronda facetimes me and tells me some strange news.
By Its Toriii5 years ago in Fiction
