Fish In The Water Novels & Stories

Tell the truth about all of the rumors I've heard about him over the years, or lie and say that he seems like the complete opposite of whatever it is I've come to know. Either way, neither of those personalities strikes me as a "fish guy." "Are they your fish?" I ask instead. "Who else's would they be?" Slowly, I push myself up onto my feet again and wander over to him. My clothes stick to me like a second skin and I don't miss the way he eyes me, mostly focusing on my belly, which has just only begun to grow slightly swollen. If these clothes weren't wet, no one would know. I stand next to him, looking down into the water where over a dozen fish—koi—move around. They're quick, their colors

The crystal water in the transparent glass and fishes swimming around in it, always brought a smile to my lips. Even then as I made moves to approach Maddy I halted at the tank, my fingers grazing the glass as I got entranced while gawking at fishes for some seconds that I briefly forgot about what I was discussing with Maddy or the question she asked. The sight of the fishes made me happy and sad at the same time. They simply moved around, interacting with each other in the water, to the first glance they seemed free, however the freedom was limited as there was only a calculated space thru could move around and not in the vast ocean.

But it was their hair that caught my attention - instead of flowing locks, snakes slithered from their scalps, their beady eyes seeming to stare right at me. Water spouted from the snakes' mouths, creating a mesmerizing display. I peered into the fountain, and my eyes widened as I spotted a kaleidoscope of fish swimming in the depths. Koi fish darted past, their scales shimmering in the sunlight. And then, I saw them - Nemo and Dory, their cartoon faces unmistakable.

She makes a jerky motion and he jumps back, eyes wide in surprise. “Oh, is that confidence or mischief I hear?” “Both. Always both.” When they finally descend, everything changes. The world goes quiet below the blue water. The ton of bubbles coming out of their gear, the pretty way the light catches the pretty colors down there, it’s surreal and almost unearthly. Fish in every color imaginable swim by, unbothered by their presence. Gold fish, blue fish, yellow fish, pink fish, rainbow colored fish, black… stay away from those ones, they look dangerous.

I still remember the smell of rain, the feeling of being completely immersed in it. I keep telling myself that I need to escape, that I have to leave, but my body doesn't move. I feel the heartbeat slowing down, it will stop as slow as it's going. Then suddenly I hear a voice calling me, whispering my name. "Isaac, come to me, I can give you what you want. You just need to reach out, you just need to truly want me."

Perhaps it's not frowned upon to talk to yourself in the city. Seeing the pond, I make my way over to it, strolling along with pep in my step after defeating my leafy foe with a twig sword. As I near the trickling waters, I can see playful fish swimming in the water, their tails splashing gleefully from time to time. Some are orange, some are white, other yellow. And some of them have spots and splashes of all three colors mixed with black speckles.

As soon as he wraps his hand around it he lets out a yell of pain and drops the fish. There is a small gash on his hand where the fish caught him with his gills. He looks confused at why his fish cut him but Chelsea's fish did no such thing. I chuckle as I listen to Dante and Kevin begin explaining the different species of fish. Caleb still looks upset but no longer at the fish after they finish explaining. I pull myself out of our connection with a new idea to add to Chelsea's room. I create little fish that actively swim around her room on the walls. They all are crafted to look like the catfish that she caught today. Each one swims around and will react to her presence specifically.

The men kept moving the ship closer to this ship because it was the only way we could know what they were running away from. “They’re called water pipes. It’s a rare species of fish that eats wood and also eats flesh. Their skin has sores filled with silver; hence, they’re dangerous to our kind…” Captain Phillips told us about the fish, but Kieran was keen on knowing the solution more than the problem itself. “So what do we do?”

Vibrant colors of every kind illuminate differently almost like a vivid filter. As I roam the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen, filled with fruits and flowers of all kinds, I hear the sound of water and follow it through a flowery field. The rippling flow gets louder and I stop when I see this amazing white, frothy cascade falling into a river. It was crystal-clear water. You could see the fish, the slippery rocks, and plant life as clear as day. I sauntered to it and bent down to touch it. The temperature was perfect. I walk around and decide to take my dress off to go for a swim, not caring if I have no undergarments. I stepped into the water. It was pure bliss.

I said. Both Mika and Katleho chuckled. “we actually did get this at the steakhouse diner.” said Katleho “wow, they even make sushi.” “they make anything that can be eaten and fortunately they make it taste good as well.” said Mika. “This is what we found from Oliver. It says here that the water has a normal ph balance, there are no plastic or toxins found in the water that could cause harm to the fish.”said Mika. “So this means that the water is clean?”I asked.