Young Adult
Why is this here?
It was a cold crisp winter morning, the icy breeze turning my nose red when I opened my front door. I had just received a notification that UPS Remote had delivered a package via drone. The only thing is, I don’t remember ordering anything. But sure enough, right there on my doorstep is a small brown box, about the size of a shoebox. Cautiously I pick up the box and bring it inside. In hindsight picking up a mysterious package that I don’t remember ordering is probably not the best idea, but hey what’s the worst that could happen?
By Maria Lane4 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
A Trip to the Aquarium
“I wanna see the sharks!” “Yeah! Sharks!” A set of squealing voices accompanied by the squeak of sneakers on linoleum cut into the buzz of aquarium patrons. No one even glanced at the wandering quartet- two hopping, skipping boys trailed by two chatting moms. The lively group followed blue signage marking the way to the exhibit declared to be their next destination. The closer they got to Shark Alley the more times Leah had to remind Caleb to walk,
By Sethryn Caege4 years ago in Fiction
Come See the Monstrosity!
There was a new attraction at the city's Aquarium, and the crowds were lining up for it. "Superhero Volt captures a Squid Villain terrorizing town! See the monstrosity here!" the sign declared. Even before entering, visitors shared their excitement with one other. Some remembered seeing this story on the daily news, or hearing about it from first-hand, second-hand or third-hand witnesses.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Resident Jellyfish
I am a glorified doormat. In fact, I always have been. Never once in my life was I anything but that. From day one, it was my destiny as the eldest child to do the bidding of my family and support my siblings as well as my parents when they needed it.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Cat's Fishy Friend
Crazy Cat sat in his favorite spot on the windowsill, watching the world outside. He saw birds, bugs, cars, and people pass by, but there was no sign of his family. Where were they? Mr. and Mrs. Humann should be coming home from work, and their son, Harry, should be coming home from school soon! Finally, Crazy Cat saw the family’s yellow car pull into the driveway. Put-put-put!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 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
Aquarium - Comedy Of Errors
HOW DARE HE? Maya stood on the side, fuming while watching the aquarium officials pull her boyfriend - Sanjay, out of the aquarium. The crowd had edged away from her as if she was a maniac who pushed people into tanks. Pringles made a loud crunch as Maya bit on them ferociously, defying the looks she was getting. If only they knew her reason - their sympathy would be for her and not him. She took out her kerchief from her red purse and brushed sweat away from her forehead. The humidity in the aquarium was palpable.
By Anu Sundaram4 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
