Fish- A Short Story with Personification
Once there was a lake. Inhabiting that lake was a fish. The day is June 21st, 1957. The warm summer breeze plays childhood games with the tree leaves as the fish underneath gets prepared for what is going to happen. Today is the day where families come to the lake and use fishing lines to catch fish for a competition. But as the fish thinks about it, he is not prepared and does not know how to. The fish hears pounding footsteps and cowards back a bit, but a fishline pierces through the water with a tasty piece of bait on it. He can’t resist.
A Turkey’s Story (Short Story)
By the Amazing Saraiah and Summer
Grandma Patty took me home from the grocery store just a few hours ago. I’m wrapped in white plastic, barely able to breathe. Now I’m sitting on the kitchen table waiting for grandma patty to clear room in the refrigerator. Soft footsteps make their way into the room where I’m kept captive in my tight white plastic.
I watched silently (because I mean, I’m DEAD) as the old woman took out can after can out of the fridge. Soon enough she slowly picked me up and stuffed me into the cold chamber. This is where I’m assuming I will wait that wrinkly old lady takes me out. But who knows where I will go after that.
Hours pass, as I start to become squishy. Not exactly like when I was alive, but it’ll do for now. But then the refrigerator doors creaks open. And to my horror, I see Grandma Patty with cooking mitts over her aged hands. She takes me out of my plastic casing and lays me on a cold pan. I get scrubbed with a prickly thing and she drowns me in seasoning. Into this hot sauna I’m shoved and the door slams shut. My skin soon starts to burn and tan. I’m overheating! Get me out of here!
THE END
If a Cyclops-Orange Ruled the Planet: Chapter 2- Communication
If you haven’t already read the 1st chapter, please read it. It will make your time reading this chapter way easier.
“BUBBA BUBBA COCLONIAM SIRIUOS AMAKEAMAKE COOC!,” screeched the (well apparently) Leader. The Leader wore a magnificent gold crown. He had a blue cloak lined with diamonds that shimmered in the sun that shown itself above in the perfectly clear sky. I also noticed a mysterious mist, different from the one lingering in the atmosphere, surrounding him. It almost looked like it was glowing. He had some patches on him where his peel was torn off. Battle scars?
Just then, the biggest grapefruit of all screamed, “BLAT BLAT IMA CATT SAE BLAT BLAT IMA CATT!
“Nananananananananananananannananannananananananananananan,” said the most wrinkled orange. “Huter nami so.”
“HUTER NAMI GO! HUTER NOMNOM ORANGES!,” cried the Leader.
“Um… Hi,” I said nervously. What were they saying?
The Oranges took a slow roll back in offense while the Grapefruits looked very pleased. The Leader rolled over to a dark patch of nebula-colored earth and started to bounce up and down on it. It was quite a sight to see. Suddenly, an enormous book came flying out of the ground. He (or She, I had no idea) held onto the book tight as he rolled back over to me. The Leader handed me the book. Well, I grabbed it off the top of his head. The front looked something like this:
I looked up the words I had just said: “Um… Hi.” Apparently, in Orange, “um” is an adjective and means “bigger.” “Hi” means “better.” I got it then. I thought that book would be very helpful, so I carefully held onto it even though it was outrageously cumbersome, hoping to not drop it. I had a feeling that these fruits were going to be very cantankerous and hard to communicate with.
What should I do next? I really wanted to go home before anything worse happened, so I looked up the sentence “Where is home?” Then, I yelled out my findings: “Nina siff julleypoll?”
The Leader once again rolled over to a darker patch of nebula-colored earth, but this time he/she started to roll all over it vigorously. Another enormous book flew up from the ground and landed directly in front of the Leader. The cover of that book looked like this:
Finally! Something that could make me better understand these fruits. The leader then said “No going home. Store not over.”
“Oh come on!,” I was clearly not happy with that answer.
“Too bad to you.”
“Yeah. I think I figured that out the second I arrived in this imbecilic place!”
The Leader angrily and offensively slammed the book closed and screamed “HUTER NAMI GO! ORANGES PHON GRAPEFRUITS THADVACK PHON FRAW PHON THYO OT YIM TOWQUER OWNPIE OWNPIE OWNPIE!
