Goldfish Stories 소설 & 이야기

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Gabby wore pink glitter sunglasses and named every fish like they were members of her palace staff. “That one’s Princess Bubble.” “That’s a clownfish,” Xavier said. “She can have two jobs.” Mama bought too many souvenirs because “they’re still little, Ara, don’t be stingy like a Swiss accountant.” Papá bought more at the shop next door when Mama wasn’t looking. In the end, we came home with two stuffed sharks, one plastic crown, an octopus-shaped fridge magnet, and Al crying because Gabby said his shark “had no emotional depth.”

13 on the 13th floor of the Giraffe Building transformed. Beatrice’s new apartment now overlooked a small, lush pond just below the window, its waters shimmering with fresh plants as well. The water turned in to a deep, tranquil turquoise, reminiscent of Paraiba gemstones. Bright orange koifish and a shimmering goldfish swam gracefully beneath the surface. It seemed the swans wouldn’t feel lonely after all. …and I guess Walda was a girl’s girl after all! I nearly laughed again. This night was giving me both anxiety and stomach cramps from stress and from laughing too much.

Jamal would rather have some bad luck than have a restless home. Elijah got the order and then took off. Amelia stuck her hand into the fish tank, pretending to casually stir the water, but actually she was moving the fish eggs inside. Goldfish often symbolize good luck and prosperity in a home. Really dead, there might be big trouble. And the position of the fish tank happened to be placed in the courtyard, with a small formation made of stones inside to prevent any accidents. Jamal didn't know what Amelia did. He only knew that after the senior moved like that, the water looked much clearer, and even the faint fishy smell in the room was gone, making people feel refreshed.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Fish with slender wings flew across the sea's surface, emitting dazzling silver-white light under the moon. Samantha felt like she had entered a magical kingdom beneath this beautiful sight. Nathan also stared in amazement. "Mom, mom, what is that? Why are the fish in the sky?" Seeing Nathan's astonished expression, Samantha teased, "Because those fish are called flying fish." Nathan's eyes lit up. "Really? Mom, this is so beautiful!" It was indeed beautiful. Was this what Kendrick wanted to show her? It was worth waiting for a day. Kendrick looked at them. He smiled sweetly, seeing the light in their eyes. At that moment, he felt like he was on top of the world. His life had never felt so c

Fin has always joked that I have the memory of a gold fish. ***Flashback*** “Hey Al, you ready to go?” “Where are we going exactly?” “Oh Al, what would you do without me? We are going for a picnic, and swim down, at the waterfall with Siobhan, Lochlynn, and that new kid... Wesley? Winston?... it will come to me.” “Haha I’m really not sure what I would do without you, probably lose my head!” “I swear you have the memory of a gold fish. Swimming around your little bowl going ‘oh look a castle, oh look a castle, oh shat there’s a...”

"I pledge to cherish you. All of you, dear warrior mine." Yolanda straddled me, and we were at the bridge we had been waiting to cross for months, always hesitant on the banks of the seas of our love. Her silver eyes shone like the Norns way down a witching in Mymyr's sacred well, spelling out a strange fate for the odd pair we had become. I could not ken what the Sister Fates had in store for us in the mercury of Yolanda's sea gray irises. And yet… and yet… and yet… A fish gleamed in their gray coral depths. Goldfish. Their scales like butter. I blinked hard to escape the hazed reverie of her deep pupils. The fish disappeared. Salmons of wisdom, swallowed by her sclera.

He stepped closer to where she was still pressed against the glass, attracting more fishes to peer at her, having the time of her life and began to point out the fishes and their names. "This here is an angelfish, look at the stripes on it's body, the one currently opening it's mouth with you is a..." "Goldfish!" She blurted out in delight and laughed. " I know a few things about fishes." "Ahh... Who would've thought?"

"You should go live with the fish, so you can't steal any more of my oxygen!" "Aw, Celie!" Clarice and my best friends cried in protest. There was no explaining, not in this chaos. So I figured I'd do it by showing the woman instead. I dragged our landlady over to the cash register and dramatically pressed open the drawer. It popped out an eruption of money. You know how, in Saturday morning cartoons, the characters' eyes bulge three feet out of their heads? That's what happened to Celie. She stared at stray tens and twenties that fell like waste paper from the jammed trays. They came to rest on the metal strongbox that we kept under the counter. With a flourish, I opened it, too. A full box