Holiday
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 6
The group gathered around FinCoon, their minds buzzing with questions. After the defeat of the Guardian, they felt a strange sense of accomplishment but also unease. The chamber had grown eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the shattered orb still pulsing gently on the pedestal.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 5
With a deep breath, SpongeBob stepped into the portal, followed closely by Squidward, Sandy, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton. The world around them twisted, warping like a kaleidoscope of light and shadows. For a brief moment, everything felt weightless, and then, in an instant, the scene shifted.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
I'm not crazy (my mother had me tested)
Labels like “paranoid”, and “delusional” are sticky. Especially to women. No matter what Sandy did to convince them that she wasn't crazy, they believed she was saying what she thought they wanted to hear. If she let her worry for her family show, or got frustrated or impatient, they took this as a symptom of instability. “Really,” she said, “I feel okay, now. I did feel a bit strange for a while. Maybe everything was getting to me. I swear, I’d never hurt my kids. Or Karl. I promise, my head feels much clearer now.” “That’s good!” This accompanied by a bland, encouraging smile. “That shows you’re in the right place, doesn’t it?” “But I can’t stay here!” Sandy would almost-wail. “I have to get my children back!” “Do you know where they are?” would be the oh-so-reasonable reply, with sharpness hidden just underneath. “Of course not,” Sandy did her best not to grit her teeth. I mustn't show anger or impatience... I must be a perfect picture of rationality... Sandy hated it here. Hated the white walls and bland pictures. The soulless rooms and grey tracksuits. The shuffling footsteps, tiny paper cups and hollow eyes. Hated feeling she didn’t belong; loathed worrying maybe she did. Hated feeling watched always, and feeling like everything she did was being written down to be used against her. Hated being phoneless. Some things she didn’t hate, much as she wouldn't admit it to herself. There was no pressure here. To create a perfect holiday with magical memories for all, and turn it into compelling, monetised content. There were hardly any decorations, even, and none in her own room. Best of all: no elf. There was a dismal looking Christmas tree in here. Sandy didn’t think about how much she didn’t look at it, and yet never had her back to it either. It was quite pleasant not to be ruled by a little red dot, the way a bull is led by his nose-ring. I could feel like this all the time... Sandy slid a yellow counter down a snake. Just never get another smartphone... Get an old Nokia and use it for calls... She looked up. "Your turn," she said to the pale, redhaired girl sitting across the table.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 4
The enormous Guardian loomed over the group, its body shimmering like a thousand shards of crystal, each one glowing with an eerie energy. Its eyes—now more like twin suns—burned with a fierce intensity, and its colossal form charged toward them.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 3
The eerie forest of FinCoon seemed alive, its towering black trees whispering an unintelligible hum. SpongeBob and his friends moved cautiously, their footsteps crunching against the glowing moss beneath them. The air was thick with a faint green mist that shimmered like tiny stars.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 2
The Abyss Voyager II was a smaller, sleeker vessel, outfitted with advanced navigation systems and a compact but cozy interior. SpongeBob and his friends sat in their respective seats as Sandy adjusted the controls with precision. The ship hummed with energy, the thrusters pushing them further away from the comfort of Bikini Bottom and into the vast, star-speckled void.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 1
The underwater city of Bikini Bottom bustled with excitement. News had spread like wildfire about a groundbreaking mission to the mysterious planet of FinCoon. Eight brave citizens were selected to represent Bikini Bottom in an intergalactic exploration that promised adventure, discovery, and fame. The streets were adorned with banners, the air buzzing with anticipation. The mission was the talk of the town, and even SpongeBob SquarePants, ever the optimist, couldn't help but dream about the possibilities.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
A Bethlehem Miracle
Snowflakes danced in the cold December wind, settling gently on the ancient cobblestone streets of Bethlehem. Though it rarely snowed in this holy city, this year’s Christmas season felt different—as if Heaven itself had chosen to pour down a reminder of divine grace.
By Thomas Vasasabout a year ago in Fiction
You Do Believe Me, Right?
"I know how it sounds. I know it sounds crazy. But you have to understand..." Sandy paused, floundering, staring at the sterile-looking wall. How to express to these sensible people with their dull, kind faces, in the light of day... Just how frightening it had been? The sense of being watched, being pursued, never knowing what might happen next, or how gruesome it might be... Wondering what the next prank would be. The fear that next time, it would actually hurt the children... How logical it had seemed, at the time, to destroy the elf.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
