For Lack of Anything Else to Post
just a little silly something a very close friend of mine wrote in about 10 minutes. Now imagined what she could do if she really put some effort into her work. There are a couple of puns in here--don't think too hard or you will miss them.
Creation By Rochelle Marie
In her hands, Crea held a fish. It wriggled and struggled, it tried to swim and gasped in the cool evening air. Suffocating. It did not die. Crea held firm. She was intent on making it work this time. Eventually the fish relaxed, its breathing returned to normal. Crea smiled and set it belly down in the sand. Instinctively it swished its tail and flicked its fins—four now where once there had been two--, attempting to propel through the air as it would in the water. Its tail did nothing more than sweep out a shallow crevice in the damp sand, but its fins, elongated and moved lower by Crea's gentle experimenting fingers, scooped out finfuls of sand and shoved them backward, while pushing the fish forward, closer to the water's edge. A few more tries and the new landfish discovered it could now transport itself across land. Within moments, it was back in the water. Crea held her breath. Sean watched at the water's edge. He would let Crea know if the fish was unable to breath beneath the cool liquid surface. Sean smiled.
"I think you did it this time Crea. I don't think we will have to start over again."
Crea relaxed, plopped down on the beach and watched the moon rise. It had been a long six days. "We won't know that for certain until it tries to come out again, and even then we will need to see if it brings others with it. Others, who are willing to make the change. Then we will have to decide on the next step. " Crea dug her long nails into the moist sand, plunging her fingers in after them and then curling them up around the sand, molding it tightly in her fist. "Maybe we don't want to do the same thing we did last time. Maybe there's something we can do that will keep them from destroying themselves." She slowly crumbled the clot and watched the smaller clumps fall back to the beach.
Sean shook his head. "I'm tired of cleaning up the mess too, but you know there's nothing we can do to interfere once our subjects reach the level of free will. From that point on, they make their own choices. We become nothing but watchers."
Crea rolled her eyes and sighed. "I know, I know. If they want to evolve, they have to wait for Eva and Lucian's turn to play. Toddlers get to have all the fun."
"I don't think so. All they get to do is mold and shape what we've already created." He reached a hand down to help his sister up. It was time to head home for dinner. "We get to blow things up. That's much more fun."
Creation By Rochelle Marie
In her hands, Crea held a fish. It wriggled and struggled, it tried to swim and gasped in the cool evening air. Suffocating. It did not die. Crea held firm. She was intent on making it work this time. Eventually the fish relaxed, its breathing returned to normal. Crea smiled and set it belly down in the sand. Instinctively it swished its tail and flicked its fins—four now where once there had been two--, attempting to propel through the air as it would in the water. Its tail did nothing more than sweep out a shallow crevice in the damp sand, but its fins, elongated and moved lower by Crea's gentle experimenting fingers, scooped out finfuls of sand and shoved them backward, while pushing the fish forward, closer to the water's edge. A few more tries and the new landfish discovered it could now transport itself across land. Within moments, it was back in the water. Crea held her breath. Sean watched at the water's edge. He would let Crea know if the fish was unable to breath beneath the cool liquid surface. Sean smiled.
"I think you did it this time Crea. I don't think we will have to start over again."
Crea relaxed, plopped down on the beach and watched the moon rise. It had been a long six days. "We won't know that for certain until it tries to come out again, and even then we will need to see if it brings others with it. Others, who are willing to make the change. Then we will have to decide on the next step. " Crea dug her long nails into the moist sand, plunging her fingers in after them and then curling them up around the sand, molding it tightly in her fist. "Maybe we don't want to do the same thing we did last time. Maybe there's something we can do that will keep them from destroying themselves." She slowly crumbled the clot and watched the smaller clumps fall back to the beach.
Sean shook his head. "I'm tired of cleaning up the mess too, but you know there's nothing we can do to interfere once our subjects reach the level of free will. From that point on, they make their own choices. We become nothing but watchers."
Crea rolled her eyes and sighed. "I know, I know. If they want to evolve, they have to wait for Eva and Lucian's turn to play. Toddlers get to have all the fun."
"I don't think so. All they get to do is mold and shape what we've already created." He reached a hand down to help his sister up. It was time to head home for dinner. "We get to blow things up. That's much more fun."
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