Patrick Starfish Funny Novels & Stories

Magnus asked. I saw all kinds of fish and sea stars, and I even touched a bright orange starfish! And there was this tiny purple crab that crawled right on my hand! Did you know some fish can change colors? I counted at least fifteen different types! Diane's eyes were wide with excitement as she described each creature, hands waving in the air to show how big the sea turtles were. She could barely stay still, bouncing on her toes as she talked about the schools of shimmering silver fish following the boat. "Okay, my beautiful girl, now go and rest. Tonight, we’re having a huge party."

"Mommy!" "I learned fish facts!" "And sharks don't smile because their mouths are weird!" "And Captain Bubbles protects his kingdom!" "And stingrays dance ballet!" Karen laughed. "That sounds educational." "It was." She pointed at me. "He listened to every story." Karen looked toward me. I smiled. "It was genuinely fascinating." Sophie held up her souvenir seal. "And I got Sebastian." Karen raised an eyebrow. "Another stuffed animal?" "Mr. Bear needed a friend." "Of course." As Sophie continued talking, Karen stepped closer.

“When I was six, Mom and Dad got me a fish like this one. I named him ‘Mr. Cheeto’. What name would you have in mind for your fish?” Iris cocked her head to one side. “Crush.” “But wasn’t that the turtle from ‘Finding Nemo’?” Nicola asked a bit confused. “Yes, but he’s talking funny,” Iris answered. “He makes me laugh so much.” “Well… Crush it is.” Blake came back into the room. “Babe, this stuff stinks,” he said, holding out a plastic container of food. “Maybe you shouldn’t be sniffing ‘this stuff’ then,” Nicola countered dryly, taking the container from him.

Ethan has found the glass floor panel and is lying on his stomach, face pressed against it, watching the fish. "Mama," he breathes. "Mama, there's a school of sergeant majors. And I think—yes—that's definitely a parrotfish. You can tell by the beak-like jaw structure and the—OH! There's a triggerfish! Did you know they can rotate their eyes independently?" "I did not know that." "Well, now you do. You're welcome." Madison is standing at the railing, looking out at the ocean. She hasn't said anything since we arrived. Just standing there, Eleanor clutched in one arm, her other hand gripping the wood like she's afraid it might disappear.

It feels as if they are beneath the sea, where they can clearly see many different sea creatures. “Papa Tyler, look there’s a seahorse!” “Papa Tyler, the fish is big, it looks like it has wings!” “Waaah! Papa, there’s a jellyfish!” “There are so many fish!” “Papa, it’s beautiful here!” Tyler’s heart was filled with joy to see Brianna happy, especially since he was made the amusement park even more beautiful for her — for his daughter. “Baby, did you know that you’re the first one to see this?”

She squealed so loud. “Who cares?” I asked sarcastically. “Crazy!” The way Lovebel glared at me could stretch from Batanes to Jolo (End to end part of the Philippines). I was laughing inside. She was crushing hard on that cross-eyed Bisugo fish.. “Oh, you mean the guy who looks like a Bisugo fish?” “Don’t diss the Bisugo fish, friend!” I rolled my eyes at her exaggerated description. “Who looks like a Bisugo fish?” We both froze at the tall man leaning against the pantry doorframe. His brows were furrowed, arms crossed.

The lady said, bringing out different sizes. "What's that?" Angelina pointed the bet beside the lady. "It's a baby shark," the woman responded. "A baby shark?!" her eyes widened and went nearer but keeping a good distance, snapping the picture. A real-life baby shark. Oh my God, she exclaimed, bubbling in happiness. "And that's parrotfish and barracuda, very rare seafood" the lady input. Oh my goodness, gleefully, Angelina touched it. Very soft.

“Welcome to the club!” I furrow my brows. “I’m not married yet, pussy-whipped!” “I know, and that’s our club!” he guffaws. “What?” He laughs again, and I can’t help but join him. “Welcome to the pussy-whipped club, asshole!” I shake my head. “You’re insane!” “You too, brother!” “We better get out.” “What took the both of you so long?” Izzy asks. “Honey, Phoenix got constipation.” I grimace and I’m about to say something when Mom interrupts.

"Grace—" "I named it Star," she went on, as if he hadn't spoken. "It was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. I thought it was magical, like it could grant me wishes or something." She let out a small laugh. "Of course, that was stupid. It died after a week." She laughed again, but there was no humor in it. "Do you think fishes feel sad before they die?" she asked all of a sudden. "Like, do they know when it's coming? Do they feel scared? Or do they just... stop?"

Helena and I stood up from our position on the chaise lounge and went over to see Nathan’s discovery. “It’s so beautiful, momma. It’s just like a star.” He stared at the fish in awe and I was reminded of Sebastian’s expression when he saw the cars. I didn’t see his expression when he saw the animal-themed gallery but I could hear the excitement and awe in his voice when he called my phone later that night. And during the party, he talked about it. He couldn’t stop talking about it. “Why is the starfish so far from its home, momma?”