Goldfish Stories Novels & Stories

Like a little fish swimming in a grand lake making the tiniest ripples. Ripples. Lake… My breathing slowed as my body fell into sleep…and kept on falling. There was water. A lake. Allison and I were on a boat with another child, a boy, I think. I was leaning over to see speckled carp swimming in the clear water beneath us. They were beautiful, in shades of gold and black. Reaching down, I tried to touch a beautiful golden fish that had come to the surface. He had a black circle, like a bullseye, around his left eye.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

The moment Lena slipped two fingers into her glistening hole, I let out a soft “fuck” I could see how bad she was trying to hold in her moans as her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt, her eyes fixed on mine. Her lips moved, and I picked it out to be my name but no sound came out of her mouth. She was so good at this. Her breathing became heavier and I took that as a sign that she was about to cum. Just when I thought she would orgasm without making a sound, a choked moan finally escaped her lips and the presenter froze.

And then, they were tearing out of me. Loud, aching moans. “My answer Goldie,” Tom increased the vibrations and I moaned out loud. “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever let a motherfucker do to you? Tell me honey. I’m dying to know what I have to compete with.” He was crazy. And I was loving it.

Its true nature? What was it? The elders in the Chamber of Commerce exchanged puzzled glances; none had ever heard of such a thing, and the newer members looked even more confused. Fabien stood frozen, uncertain whether to leave or stay. By the time he sensed something was wrong, it was already too late. One of the members standing closest to the pond suddenly shouted, "Look at the fish! T-They..." Before he could finish, the rest rushed over. A breathtaking scene had unfolded around the Goldenflow Carp—it looked like a living painting.

A short, passionate kiss that made me weak to my knees. When he pulled back i forgot I’d asked a question and just allowed him to take me towards the main entrance. The drive to the lake took an hour. We took the newer roads that made the journey faster. Cassiel handed me a guidebook on the fish and how to feed them. Their name is hard to pronounce, so I’m calling them silver pearl fishes. I hope they won’t be mad. The person who named them is to blame. I was reading the guidebook as Cassiel got the boat ready. Once on it, he took us to the center where we’d get a good view of the fish when they were ready to show themselves.

It turned out to be a goldfish. It was a small stall selling birds and fishes. There was variety of colourful newfangled fish and jellyfish, but Elsa wasn't looking at them. She was staring at a small goldfish at the corner. Her white face was slightly raised with her eyes focused on it absentmindedly. As if from this goldfish, she thought of a distant memory. "Pretty?" The low full-bodied voice sounded behind her. Elsa did not notice who was asking and nodded absentmindedly, "Yes, it's pretty as the one my mother bought for me."

To cover up his embarrassment, Ethan asked, "What the hell is this?" He poked the little magical goldfish head, and the fat little fish submerged below the magical bowl, deflating the moment the magic covered his white body. "That’s Bobby," Pearl replied. "A magical fish?" "Yes, he’s a Northern fish." "The water seems to make him swell up to a life-threatening size." Ethan’s dark brow arched as he watched the fish bob right back to the top, his scales stretching as he blew up so much that his face pressed against the glass, his beady eyes pleading for help.

It looked like it would reach the top of a mountain nowhere near us — was another party being rescued instead of us? Then the line broke and came tumbling down and I realised what it was. Anyone who ever had a goldfish would know. Fish poo. There were giant flying fish up there, and they had their needs. Good thing it wasn’t over us at the time. I was used to being shat on from a great height, but that would have flattened me. “Did you see something?” asked Jenny. –––––––– “Nope.” She didn’t remember the time we were attacked by the giant flying fish and it wasn’t really worth explaining. She gave me a sharp look like she knew I was keeping something from her, but didn’t say anything.

"Are you sure she doesn't want to talk to you at all?" 'She doesn't. Didn't even want to ask me the names of my dogs. She just went ahead and named them whatever she wanted. Oreo and Chunky Monkey." He rolled his eyes in disapproval. "My goldfish are now called Tiklu and Piklu, and angelfish are Chunnu and Munnu, if you are interested in knowing. And my horse is Buchkoo. God knows what the hell that means." Aaron burst out laughing. "Must be some Indian snack names. They sound cute."