Love
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 ubbink3 years ago in Fiction
Aqua Vitae
This is the life for me. When you come into this building at the zoo and pass by the fourth section nearest to arctic life – yeah, I know exactly where they put me – you see me, a beautiful octopus. Call me Frank. The media calls me that, and I think that it is a pretty good name (more about it later).
By Kendall Defoe 3 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 Townsend3 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 3 years ago in Fiction
Animal Therapy
By Sandy Lo Opening her eyes, Mattie saw the familiar bright blue-green water surrounding her. She heard one of the handlers describe the color as teal once. Words are fuzzy for Mattie, but she enjoys them. The sound of them, the different tones of the humans' voices when they say them. She can tell what kind of day they are having when she hears their greetings, even from the floor of her enclosure, she somehow knows.
By All’s Fair in Love & Writing3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Blast From The Past
December 2024 The notification went off on Bette's phone and the she pulled up the pop up from her doorbell security ap. She had it programmed to not go off for squirrels or anything smaller, she knew the neighbors weren't home, and it couldn't capture the cars in the street. She didn't even hear any footsteps on the porch - because there weren't any. She rushed to the door, opened it, and could see the delivery drone taking off. It was unusual to say the least. On the doormat was the package, so small it was nearly an envelope. The shipping label addressed to her had wrapped all around the package, so much so that it covered up the sender's information. She hadn't ordered anything recently, it wasn't her birthday that month, nor was it her wedding anniversary with Mark. It was a literal gift from the sky and there was no way of telling from who. She brought the package inside, stared at it for a bit before deciding to open it. She pulled out the small card first, opened it; the message seemed irrelevant at first. It was the name at the bottom that caught her attention. She took a deep breath as the warm feeling crested through her body, she was transported to the memories tied to the name, and suddenly, she was 27 again.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
