Goldfish Stories Novels & Stories

Elaine collected strangely shaped stones. I tried to fish and discovered the fish in the valley could talk. One poked its head out of the water and said, “Your bait is offensive.” I dropped the fishing rod. Elaine stared at me. “What happened?” “The fish talked.” “You can communicate with animals.” “I wasn’t expecting culinary criticism,” I said sarcastically. The fish surfaced again. “You’re also too loud.” Elaine fell backward laughing. “This isn’t funny.” “It’s the best thing I’ve seen since the wedding.”

So, I instead said, "I also had a goldfish named Poppy. It died." "Oh. I'm sorry. I was pretty sad when Fishy died," she mused, a sense of nostalgia in her voice as she spoke of her dead goldfish. "But I'm sure Fishy and Poppy lived happy lives before their deaths," I chirped lightheartedly, earning a chuckle from her. "Yeah, I'm sure they did." Holland actually appreciated my telling her of my goldfish named Poppy! Why were my hands suddenly itching to grab my phone and tell a particular girlfriend of mine that. But I managed to suppress the urge. I had a better way in mind to tell her all about it.

My first thoughts were; 'This has to be Brianna's boyfriend. "Bri," I said, patting her back as she ranted on about the beauty of the fake goldfishes in the fountain basin. "BRI!!" "What!" She said, turning around. "Holy shit!!" She yelped,after seeing the teen boy, releasing the glass goldfish she had in her palm onto the interlocking floor. The smashing goldfish brought some unwanted attention, but just like native londoners, they all resumed with whatever business they were doing, ignoring the embarrassed Brianna, who was trying her best to pick up the broken pieces.

Her eyes shimmered with a layer of moisture, devoid of any color, blending palely with the hospital walls. His intense gaze almost suffocated Lily. She turned her head towards the window, where she saw people feeding fish in the garden below. Koi swam leisurely, and she recalled Eleanor Brown's words, speaking with a bitter smile, “Ethan, someone once told me that fish are happy because their memory lasts only seven seconds. No matter how intense those seven seconds of encounter are, after they pass, it's a new beginning, a new cycle. Maybe... our seventh second has arrived...”

Ashton and Scarlett’s class was touring that aquarium as a recreational trip, so I bribed the security staff to allow me for a meeting with my kids. “Welcome to the City’s Aquarium, lovely kids. I’m Zayden Ellsworth, your tour guide.” My scheme of acting as their tour guide worked exceptionally well, those little kids enjoyed the sight of those colorful fishes. During inspection, I heard Ashton’s request; although, it was barely above a whisper. “I want to buy a goldfish, sister. What do you say?” Scarlett shook her head and reminded him. “Mommy has already purchased a big fish tank for you last year. But you forgot to feed your pets and they died.

“Fish?” Alex was stunned. “Are you talking about the Hell Fish?” Winniefred waved her small hands excitedly and said, “Yes, yes, yes! Hell Fish, it’s called Hell Fish! Daddy, Hell Fish is very cute! Can I feed it?” Alex gathered Winnifred in his arms. “Come on, let’s go have a look.” The fish egg that he had taken from Caesar's tomb was in the cave at the bottom of the lake. After returning, Alex had placed the egg in the pond at home.

The water wasn't deep, but I dared not think of swimming because the first time I tried that, I almost drowned. "There are different fishes in this water," Killian began lecturing me as he set up his mattress by the shore, dropping all his luggage on the mattress when he was done. "Do you have any best fish?" He asked me. "The goldfish," I replied quickly. "I have only seen it once, but it was really beautiful to see." "Mine is the catfish," he said. "I love the taste when dried. I doubt there's any other fish close to it in tastiness."

The wind blows, the worm that keeps kicking is cut with the end of the hook, it dies instantly. The fish smell the blood of the worm. They are fearful and immobile, watching the lifeless body of the worm at the end of the hook, the man remains still. One of the youngest and most inexperienced fish, swimming calmly towards the worm, the man remains still. The little fish watches the worm closely, the man moves the hook. The scared fish runs away. The other fish lose interest in the worm, the man remains still. A more experienced fish, big and old, cautiously approaches the hook.

If they managed to catch a goldfish, it would belong to them. Back then, Hannah was ecstatic and eagerly awaited every Friday to use her pocket money to go and catch goldfish after school. Jessica always said it was a lie, she didn't believe it. In the end, she spent all her pocket money for a month, but didn't catch a single goldfish. She was about to cry when the goldfish vendor finally gave her a goldfish. She was so happy at that time, thinking that she would keep the goldfish for a long, long time. However, in just a few days, she fed the goldfish too much fish food, and it died from overeating.