Young Adult
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
Ashley's Aquarium
A new bar had just opened up in town. Everyone was talking about it. It was in an old bar, that everyone used to go too, back in the day. It had a smoko area in the front, with railings and a cage-like frontier for the upper half, often labelled as, "the Zoo," because they thought most of the smokers acted like zoo animals.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 years ago in Fiction
The Aquarium
There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”
By Maria Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
Unwanted Legacies
The Aquarium was unremarkable, all things considered. Young children ran and laughed and dared each other to get close to the exhibits. Older children and adolescents alternated between staring at their technological devices and fancying themselves above it all, only dragged along because their parents didn't trust them to remain home alone. Some adults tried to wrangle their young into submission, while others internally debated if this had really been the best choice of location for a date, and a rare few tried to ignore the chaos around them, focused on the beings that swum endlessly in the confined waters.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Prologue
Kasaqa stood at the peak of Mum's Temple and beheld the extermination of her mortal brothers and sisters. Thick black smoke swallowed the radiant sun. A wall of sand surrounded the southern temple, and dragons' rage rained down upon the northern. Gust whipped as Realm citizens and animals sought shelter. Split trees tossed about like rags. Wailing children clawed at their dead mothers and fathers while they nearly choked on the sand. In the chaos, she witnessed the goodness within humankind. Strangers shielded and pulled orphaned young to shelter. Her Sobis, fighting men and women, fought bravely though many met their end on the dunes of Ker in the battle that became known as the War of the Godkin.
By Aundriel Washington3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Sacred Waters
Rollting has been thinking about the event coming up tonight all day. Even though Moonlight was talking to him continuously throughout the day, he could barely hear a word of what he said. He was distracted. He did not even pay attention to Fiona swimming around him with her beautiful bright orange and yellow colors. Normally, he would chase after her. Not today. Rollting had too much on his mind. He did not even stop by the front of the aquarium to show off his beautiful green and yellow colors to the school kids when they came by today. Normally he would be slowly swimming back and forth and hear the amazement from the children:
By Gabriella Korosi3 years ago in Fiction
JILTED
JILTED By: Deja Duhart
By Pandoras Spawn3 years ago in Fiction
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
