Bolt Chapter 3Three hours. They had been in that helicopter for three God damn hours and they were still in the air. Needless to say, Bolt was not happy.
"Hey Bee, holding up alright?" Jay asked with a smirk, nudging Bolt in the side.
"Shuddup," Bolt muttered. He was gripping his harness so tightly his knuckles were turning white, and he was doing his best not to just curl up in a little ball.
"Ya' know, you're the only one here wearing one of them seatbelt things," Canteen teased.
"It's called a harness," Bolt snapped.
"Aw, guys, don't tease him," Domino said. "He can't help it that he's a total wimp."
Okay, that was it. Bolt had had enough. "I swear, as soon as we get on the ground I'm gonna—"
"Hey guys, we're here," Hawk called from the cockpit, interrupting Bolt's threat.
"Oh thank God," Bolt murmured under his breath. Finally this nightmare would be over.
And then he heard it. A grinding noise that one does not want to hear in any ki
MigrationSwimming through the ocean. I can honestly say that there is no other feeling in the world like it. The water flowing past my tail and rushing through my webbed fingers is just amazing. I smile as one of my traveling companions, a whale, swims past me. Next to the dolphins we hunt with, whales are some of my favorite animals and I always look forward to migrating with them.Migration2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I notice that I'm falling behind and quickly swim to catch up, tightening my grip on my spear so I don't lose it. It's a special spear, one that my brother gave me a few years ago before he disappeared. The handle is made out of carved bone and has a notch carved in the top. The notch is a perfect fit for a stingray tail that my brother had taken years ago. The tail is still nestled in the notch, even after all this time. It's a perfect tool for defending myself, although I have little use for it right now. It is rare for anything to attack us during our mi