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Atonement’s End
Tsarra wondered when home had become the last place she wanted to be. That same old door that had greeted her with a welcoming creak since before she could hold a javelin was now an untrustworthy friend that would proclaim her failings to the whole house as soon as she stepped inside.
By E.J. Robison3 years ago in Fiction
Lower stomach feelings
Author note: I’ve been feeling utterly exhausted emotionally and physically. Here’s some cathartic stuff hopefully, I guess. I feel like trauma is an empty bag you can’t open and fill up, it’s a cruel light thing you carry and it attaches to you tightly.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
One Afternoon at the Aquarium
The Sapphire Seas Aquarium was visited by people from all backgrounds - residents, tourists, friends, families, couples, young, elderly, animal lovers, people who were indifferent to animals, those who were interested in sealife and those who simply wanted to pass the time. One thing was certain - everyone who set foot in the aquarium remembered their visit there.
By Dee Simone3 years ago in Fiction
It's the Dawning of the Cage of Aquariums
I can't believe I am in an outdoor flea market, it's so humiliating. My keepers are moving to the Bahamas and leaving me to some whiney kid most likely. It's sunny out and I am a loner. I requested a tank cleaner, but I shut my trap when I overheard my "family" talking after dinner and the choices they were going over were seriously evil. Luckily, the insanely bad violinist "Maestro" Mary who was perhaps twelve overheard her parents and older brother, Jerky Joe arguing over what to do with me. "Dad just flush him, sell the tank and get it over with, what's the big deal?" Maestro Mary ran in and hit him in the back of the head. He swung at her yelling, “Get away from me you little freak!”
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
The Ebbing of Time
We long for that which we will never truly possess. Like time, the ocean is too vast to comprehend, so we make it smaller, thus the Aquarium. We walk through underwater tunnels as life swims around us, a feeling of peace and grace as massive beast glade effortlessly feet from us. We are guilty of doing the same thing with time. In trying to comprehend it we break it down into more managable increments. We use items like a simple tape recorder to forever hold on to a moment, but like the ocean, time can never be mastered or contained. In clinging to the past, we can forget the gift of the present. In the stillness of the aquarium there is a treasure to be discovered when two people allow their presence to be present.
By [email protected]3 years ago in Fiction
