Patrick Starfish Quotes Novels & Stories

ering, and I will love you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fal

After a moment of thought, I said, "Five men have kissed me. When I'm not being held captive, I wash my hair with Pacifica. And it takes me three hundred and eighty-eight licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop." He laughed at the fact I knew the answer to that question. "Fuck." That single word said nothing and everything at once. "Is your curiosity satisfied now?" I questioned. His eyes grew heated, then he released his grip on my wrists and ran a thumb across my lips. "No." His touch burned and swelled heat inside me. My breath grew shallow. My chest burned. I was at the bottom of a pool, curly hair floating and aglow. And I no longer cared if I drowned.

“Then explain how my shrimp magically teleported over there.” Taylor looked down, eyes wide in fake shock. “Well, would you look at that? You know, Babe… sometimes shrimp just... choose their destiny.” Charlie frowned, saying, “Oh? And their destiny is your stomach?” Taylor nodded seriously. “Exactly. They saw you hesitating and thought, ‘Oh no, we deserve better. We want to be eaten by someone who appreciates us. A true seafood specialist.’” Charlie laughed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know what to do with you!”

he said while wiping the tears off my cheeck that came down my face, he continues to look at my face and a flash of longing crosses his eyes before its gone and i can interrupt it and then he let's go I quickly wipe my tears and we keep looking out to the horizon "Paul" i look over at him "yea" he says while still looking out into the horizon "Have you found your mate" at that moment a look of sadness crosses his face "No" he whispers "but god do I want too" "You will Paul and she's going to be one lucky girl to have a hot stud like you" I say trying to break this veil of sadness that came over us "You think I'm hot Athena" he says with a wink making me giggle "lets go catch one last wave be

“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?” A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward. “Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way. “I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me. “Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.

𒄠𒄀 𒄀𒆀𒁠𒇠 𒀭𒋠𒄀… His light slid across them, and they shimmered like fish scales. Nearby, Jeff drifted on his back over a sandy patch, lazily plucking a starfish and turning it in his palm like a coin. He didn’t see the way John had gone still. He didn’t see the way the small fish had vanished from the canyon, as if a hand had scooped them from the water and put them in a different place. John chipped more carefully. A line came clean.

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?”

I hung suspended in the middle of the water with only myself, the red sheen of my hellblade, and Pisces’ terrifying oarfish face staring back at me. “Breathless Air” I whispered and my lungs could breathe through the water. “You finally came,” Pisces said, her velvet voice drifting through the water. So soothing it hurt. “I did,” I admitted, my voice a trembling ripple in the dark.

The cheerful voice startled me, and I whirled to find a rosy-cheeked woman in a park ranger’s uniform approaching us. “Those markings on their heads are said to be blessings from the Moon Goddess herself,” she explained, gesturing to the large, round orange circles on the fish’s heads—like the harvest moon. “May I?” Chris asked, gesturing to the water. The park ranger nodded, and Chris crouched down and dipped his hand into the water. I watched in amazement as one of the smaller koi boldly swam right up to Chris’s hand without hesitation. It nudged his palm and swam a circle around his hand, almost puppylike in its demeanor.

At the peak, a sea cucumber sneezed and the starfish that was inching up the side answered, “Gods bless you.” If Michael weren’t missing and the situation so dire, Logan was sure he’d never believe what he was seeing. But the fact that he was swimming next to a mermaid, understanding fish and dolphins, hearing an echinoderm sneeze, well, Logan was finding his worldview severely skewed—and severely screwed.“Is there anything that doesn’t talk?” A crab saluted him from the opposite side of the sand mound, and Logan returned the gesture before realizing the thing was a crab. A pincer-bearing, toe-grabbing, butter-dippable crab.