Awkward Turtle Novels & Stories

Luna’s POV The smell of turpentine clung to my skin like guilt I couldn’t wash off. It was 3:17 a.m., and I stood barefoot in my studio, wearing nothing but an oversized, paint-streaked shirt and a pair of underwear I couldn’t remember putting on. My fingers trembled from too much coffee and too little food, hovering just above the last blank canvas. My bank account was a joke. I hadn’t paid my rent. I’d been living off wine, cigarettes, and instant ramen.The final piece for tonight’s show. My chest tightened. I still hadn’t touched it.

This is less of a home, and more of a showcase for the wealthy competition that must pass through here each day. Taius doesn't spare me more than a few glances of acknowledgment, yet each time it does pass over me, I feel a heat in its wake, the surface of my skin erupting with tingles. He's playing with his food. We are his food. “Your hospitality is much appreciated, but Akara has a rare disease that requires her to take medication daily. We only have enough for the morning, so we need to be back in time to...deal with that. She’s very fragile," Marek says slowly, building up a faux story right before us all. However, only one of us is none the wiser.

Temujin leaned over closer to the earth as though it was an actual track to investigate. “Well, you’re asking the right guy. I’m a master of tracking, you know.” “Oh please,” Aki said, rolling her eyes. “Just make a guess.” There were five toes. Long and thick with claws, and webbing between them. “That, beyond the shadow of a doubt,” Temujin announced, “is the print of a turtle.” Griffin screeched loudly in protest. “It would seem Griffin’s a better tracker than you.” But because Griffin couldn’t speak, it turned into a miming game. Griffin took the twig from Aki’s hand, then rapidly opened and closed his beak on it.

Luckily, the green-back turtle noticed their discomfort. "Ahem, may I know what you like to find?" It asked in polite tone. Jennet tore her gaze away from the tiny creatures and eyed the turtle. Then, she smiled. "I'm looking for some gifts that wouldn't draw strange attention from people around us including humans." The green-back turtle smothered its non-existent beard. It puffed off more bubbles and said, "Very well. Since you know what you're speaking of, I will show you what you want."

Due to the crystal clear water, they could see clearly what was lying underneath them. "Look at the hands of the turtles. It was wider compared to the tortoise. Furthermore, their shells were different." "Oh." She only muttered and nodded her head. She looked like a child that had learned something new, but deep inside, Minerva was embarrassed. She had studied until middle school and yet she could not identify clearly the difference between the tortoise and the turtle. It was truly embarassing. "Don't worry, Little Minnie. Later, when we arrive at the island, you will see the tortoise. There were also starfishes." Uncle Lorenzo said, and it seemed that he was surprisingly comforting her.

The two of them looked around and didn’t see anything. Soon, a snarl was heard in the corner away from Akaisha. It was too dimly lit, but she could see something was moving. An outline of something. The way its body blended with the darkness made it hard for her to see it clearly. The Professor turned on a light from the device, pointing it in the direction the sound came from. There in the corner was a mutated animal. It was large. Larger than most birds she had familiarized herself with. It looked as if it was a dodo bird. A bird that had been long extinct, but it had a tiger’s tail attached to the end with lion paws and eagle wings. The eyes were red. Red with anger, as if it had seen onl

“Turtles?” Oh, yes!" the Sheikh continued, oblivious to the tightness that had just wrapped itself around Davidson and, he noticed, Brian. Brian's body had stiffened beyond its normal level of stiffness, his fork dangling half-way to his lips. "Hawksbills. Rare. Delightful. They breed on the beaches that our channel borders. A nuisance, truly. Always delays things with the environmental ministry. But soon, it will be Mr. Brian's nuisance!" He chuckled again, thumping Brian on the shoulder.

He walked around the counter and pointed to the chocolates just beyond the glass. "Most people like the peppermint sticks here, but I'm a sucker for those right there." He tapped on the glass and smiled over at her, Kari returning the expression. "What are they exactly?" "They're called turtles. They're found mostly in the South, but we love them here, too. Carmel and pecans rolled together and dipped in milk chocolate." The old man made a sound of appreciation and touched his stomach. "Helps me keep my figure for the kids around the holidays."

“Now, you two hush. This is serious business.” Jake shook his head and picked the first one up and put it in his mouth. He paused, slowly chewed it, while glancing at his audience who was still fighting their urge to laugh, and swallowed it. “It tastes funny.” “Do you know what Rocky Mountain oysters are?” Jeremiah asked. “Mollusks from Colorado?” Trevor burst out laughing. “No, they’re bull testicles,” Luke informed him. Jake’s eyes grew wide. “Think you can finish your plate?” Jeremiah chuckled.

Robin kneeled in front of her , his hand glowing with a greenish golden light as he slowly checked the egg shell . " hmm " pursuing his lips , he tsked " Tortorantula are known for their stable and strengthful built . Their web is the same , if I'm correct the only way to break it is by breaking it from the inside out rather than out to inside " conculded Robin as he finished his examination . " But I can't move my hands " said Chelsea as she tried to wriggle her fingers .