We all sat around the fireplace big eyes and out mouth's open. Old grandmother Willow was about to tell us a story.
"Story time!" Yelled my brother Timmy.
My three sister and two younger brothers sat waiting for grandmother Willow to begin. As for me I stood by the window with my arms across my chest staring out to sea. Slowly grandmother Willow sat down in her old oak chair and smiled at us.
"What kind of story do you want to hear tonight?"
"A love story!" Cooed my twin sister, the little one to shy to speak.
"A sea story." Timmy screamed jumping up.
I snorted and ran my hand through my hair. Being the oldest I never believed in fairy tales. Mother and father ran the town, Queen Ariel and King Eric. We lived in a big castle that was by the sea. All we have to do is run outside and the sea is our backyard. Mother loved the sea and father was the caption of the sea fleet. Naturally we'd love the sea. Everyone but my little sister Maggie loved the sea.
Mother told us, "Born to
The Tragic Truth of the Sea Chapter OneChapter One: When They CryThe Tragic Truth of the Sea Chapter One2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was awhile ago when I first encountered the dangerous species. They were the wolves of the ocean, the ones who took greedily, the ones with the grin of death. Their hundreds of sharp teeth were always covered in the blood of their unfortunate victims. They always roamed through the warm waters of my home.
However, they no longer visit my warm territory. There seems to be less and less of the frightening creatures. These creatures are known as "The Great Whites". I live in the Pacific, right near the coast of a strange country known as Japan. Oh how I've heard so many dreadful things about their kind.
Some of my people tell me that it's the natives of Japan who are doing this to the Great Whites. However, I do not know the truth. Many of my people have claimed to have witnessed the cruel natives with their sharp objects, cutting the fins and tails off the Great Whites. They say that much blood is shed; each Great White is thrown back into our ocean to bleed
Girl with the Sea-Green Eyes 6Chapter Six: The Suffering Knight, Bacon and TaraGirl with the Sea-Green Eyes 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was overjoyed. "You're about to become a very busy man, Paul..." I offered my hand.
"Lorenzo, Paul Lorenzo. Just pleased to help my fellow Mers!" He smiled warmly, but when he shook my hand, I had to shudder.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Yes Yes of course," I lied. "Just got a chill. Must be the night air." I laughed nervously. When he touched me, I received an unbearable sense of sadness that cut me to the core. Even Oceana reacted, flitting about frantically inside me. It's rare for me to get an empathic impression and here I'd gotten two in one evening: Honey's anger and Paul's shattering grief. I knew there was an important story here, but I feared to ask. Paul must have guessed the reason for my unease, but he didn't seem to want to talk about it either. I held my tongue, but I couldn't g
Meeting the sea serpentThe voice came out clear as a bell, as if it came from a person standing outside of the water. In fact, it kind of echoed around the area wherever the tank from the water was present. People 'oooh'ed and 'aww'ed at the sight while the tour guide simply smiled, allowing Lexen to continue speaking.Meeting the sea serpent2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Before you continue, I will answer some common questions.
"No, I am not an actor inside of a mermaid costume. I am a sea serpent, a proud race of merpeople that live in the harshest regions of the ocean. No, I am not going to sing and dance like one of your 'Little Mermaid' movies you humans love so much. No, you may not ask about where I came from nor will I accept any photos taken of me. Yes, I would love to talk with you humans about whatever else is on your mind, it kills time. Now you may speak."
The crowd of people began to chatter like fifth grade children and overflowed the sea serpent with questions and comments. Lexen appeared to be quite used to this kind of reaction and answered t
CrocusI fell asleep with the lights onCrocus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dreamed you were selling spring bulbs
from a bathtub.
You set up shop on the corner of my street,
the pristine marble brimming with dark soil
unblemished by growth, bated.
Every so often curiosity licked at a passer-by, and
you reached your dirt-flecked hands into the earth
to twist out a bulb and place it in their palm.
You explained that the whole world was in there;
an idea frozen in suspense,
holding it's breath -
searching for the surface.
I woke in the early hours, turned the lights off,
found myself restless, buried in the heavy dark,
do they comprehend their own potential,
all they hold,
and I thought about you.
Freedman and the 'HogFreedman and the 'Hog2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I stepped intah the impound lot, it was like I'd died and gone to heaven.
Mechanical bits and pieces were sorted intah piles next to metal odds and ends according ta what they origin'ly came from and what theyah use was. Extra tools were available for all us Sci/Res mechanics and engineers, and each 'n ev'ry one 'a us was just imaginin' all the poss'bilities. I thanked the Lord for the bounty before us.
But when the captains said we needed to repair the busted jeeps n' planes, lot'sa the others started complainin'! I couldn't figger it out, so I gave up tryin' and got straight ta work - jus' 'cuz they said we had to fix 'em didn' mean we couldn't make 'em bettah than befo'!
So I let out Goliath, who'd been behavin' much nicer than when I first got 'im, and we got ta fixin. Within hours, we'd repaired the jeeps tha' were better off, and started on the worse ones. Felt like all we was doin' was fixin the same jeeps tho'...
On my lunch break, I found out why: all the recruits was lea
tentaspy:Date turns Foul"Tee hee. This guy sounds like a dream! I can'ttentaspy:Date turns Foul2 years ago in Settings More Like This
wait to meet him!" Maria giggled holding the
note with her purse in hand. Maria had a
date with a man she met on Skype who wanted to
meet her face to face. She was driving
down the road listening to Elvis. "Hmm, I wonder
why he wanted me to meet near the docks
though? Maybe he owns a yacht?" She came to
a stop and parked her car. Maria gets out and
walks to dock number seven. "Gosh it's chillyâ¦"
She stood there shaking in her heels and dress.
Maria waited patiently hoping her date will arrive
soon. "Huh? What's that noise?" She heard creaking
and then a splash. "Hello? Who is there?" Then she
felt something tap her shoulder. "Ah?*gasp*" Maria
falls backwards and lands on her behind. She was
frightened by a shady figure with a pair of bright yellow
eyes staring at her. "Who are you?" The yellow eyed
figure took out a cigarette and lit it breathing the smoke.
"Bonjour mademoiselle. Are you Maria?"Maria was bewild
Prompt: Butterfly in a jarI watched the children play outside in the summer sun while I sat on the back porch. My garden was in full bloom and all kinds of creatures come to visit each year to sample my flowers to take roost in my bushes. Today, a number of butterflies have come to visit, bubbles of colors flying through the air.Prompt: Butterfly in a jar2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These were what the children were chasing today. Nets in their hands, they ran and giggled as they tried to catch the skittering butterfly. Cries came from every direction to go here and there. I could only laugh at such childish antics. I once was just like then and took joy in chasing butterflies or birds whenever they landed. Now, I just watch the children as I let the sun warm my pale skin and let the fatigue in my body flow out.
My eyes wander around my garden, my pride and joy next to the children. It took lots of love and care to ensure those flowers would grow tall and proud. Each day I rose early to water them so that they may survive the unbarring sun in the afternoon and blo
Life On A Tightrope and Other Aqueous EventsSo much of our world is made up of water, that I decided to celebrate that event. Ok... I won't just say Ya.... water. I'm too Canadian for that... Eh. Rather I propose a look into our world to find the wacky and wonderful stories that involve water or near water events.Life On A Tightrope and Other Aqueous Events2 years ago in Personal More Like This
On February 15th Johanathan Allen from Reuters news service reported that Canada agreed to allow a member of the Flying Wallenda family of daredevils to attempt a tightrope walk over Niagara Falls. The stunt is expected to take place some time during the summer of 2012.
Nik Wallenda, 33, secured support on the American side of the falls last September. On Wednesday, the board of Canada's Niagara Parks Commission voted unanimously to allow Wallenda to go ahead. This will be the first attempt to walk over the falls on a tightrope in more than a century.
The decisions by the US and Canada recognize the role that stunting has played in th