The Power of the Fish (594 hits)
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Submitted by Corn Nugget (View user info) at 2004-09-14 00:33:02 EDT
The tires sang along the road, thankfully drowning out the sound of my thoughts. My mind haunts me like a widow haunts her unfaithful husband; It's always about things that are no longer relevant, but I find myself chanting Why Why Why...
No, I'm not going to regale you with some deep philopsophy on the meaning of life- nor am I here to bore you with my woe-begotten misery.
I need to tell my story now, while I'm still somewhat sane, and fully able to put words to my situation.
To begin the actual story:
It begins with me, at the carnival. No, nothing as grand as Rio... just the local celebration of summer. I was working at the time. Again I will disapoint you by telling you that I wasn't the bearded woman, or the giant, or the dwarf- I simply manned the goldfish.
Nothing even as exciting as working the booth where you could win these lucky fish. I was simply in charge of the tank. This is a more demanding job than you probably assume- feeding them at scheduled times, keeping the aquarium at the correct temprature, scraping alge from the edges, and skimming the surface of flies.
I want to let the fish eat the flies, it seems to me that it's a natural part of evolution, but my boss and I have butted heads over the issue one too many times, and I cannot afford to lose everything I hold dear over my theories on the cycle of life.
This is not a job that I need- I have money thanks to my parents dying in that plane crash, years ago. I can not discount the fact that the wealthy of this country flaunt their wealth before they had the talent to handle their toys. My father felt that his ability to buy a plane outweighed the need to learn proper skills in regard to aviation.
My parents died, and yet they are still alive. It was a contractual agreement, you see. A sort of indentured servitude- my parents live and I work for him.
As the old photographers snapped pictures and stole souls, I steal souls with these fish.
Seems outlandish, I know. But think- do I REALLY seem eccentric? Do I seem to be the type of woman who believes foolish supersition?
I am not.
You will never hear this again- people of The Inner Circle are private, and I am putting myself in danger just telling you about the power of fish. I'm doing it for selfish reasons... I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for me. It feels fantastic to tell secrets, doesn't it?
The power of the fish.
I lean down to stare at the aquarium, I boldly glare into the eyes of a certian fish. A big fat, speckled goldfish stares back, the hate is palpable between us. Two powers colide. I need them to capture the youth of the people they encounter, and they need me to sustain their earthly bodies.
I peer out of the tent- hoping to see some amazing specimens winning my fish. The ping-pong balls seem to always skirt the rims of the fishbowls, getting me excited before need be. On an average night I see 10 fish go out into the county. I wish it were less.
These fish, they are reporters of karma. What a person chooses to do with them after their big win at the booth means more than they could imagine. Throw the fish out the window? Bad idea. Flush it down the toliet? Not good. Swallow it? Terrible.
But these are the people I need. I am the Devils Henchwoman, and these are my targets. The Sinners Against Fishkind. Their youth and arrogance clearly leads them to their deathbeds.
Do I think this is a sin worth the punishment of death? No. I do not always agree with my bosses, as noted earlier. It's simply a job.
Unfortunatly my morality outweighed my sense of duty tonight. The angst in my heart mirrored the depression I faced every day- I could no longer bear to be a pawn for Satan.
I can't bring myself to go into details of the situation. I will only tell you that it involved hooks, worms, and a contest.
The fish are all dead, and the devil is coming for me.
I'm flying down the highway- going over 100 miles per hour- and I can feel evil lurking behind me, trying to sink it's sharp talons into my flesh.
I must let the noise of the road distract me... But I leave you with these words of advice:
Be nice to fish.
User Reviews
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-09-15 00:34:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
corn nugget is my hero
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-09-15 00:22:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
weird
Submitted by Wiggles (user info) at 2004-09-15 00:12:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-14 01:12:20 (#)
Ranking: 2
You make it look effortless.. this was wonderfully random.
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I concur!
Ridiculous it is not. Abstract, maybe. But good!
Whoa...I almost forgot to click "+2" before posting this. You just dodged a bullet there, Nugget.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-14 10:23:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
This post is rediculous.
Submitted by Badlands (user info) at 2004-09-14 08:25:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Liked this.
Submitted by shandythedog (user info) at 2004-09-14 08:22:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
this fecund font of fiction corn has suddenly become is making me feel sexually excited.
if i wasn't so old, i'd probably have an erection!
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-09-14 08:13:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Dammit, I thought this was going to be about the joys of having sex with a dead fish.
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2004-09-14 07:28:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I wanted a bowl like a hamster ball for Grover my goldfish when I was a kid, then he would have been able to roam around the place.
I wasn't allowed one because I was told it was stupid and that they don't exist. I think they should.
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-09-14 06:54:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-09-14 05:25:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Completely, beautifully surreal.
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2004-09-14 05:18:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate fish. I'm allergic to them. Stupid fish.
<kicks nearby fish>
Take that!
Submitted by shandythedog (user info) at 2004-09-14 02:11:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
interesing.
many years ago a friend and i parked my mum's car by the lake to smoke dope and listen to the sex pistols. we got into quite a state.
through the smoke haze in the car we noticed some kids who had been fishing fooling around with the fish they had caught - throwing them around and laughing etc.
we became upset by this and drove off. as we left my friend yelled out the window either:
"don't do that, we like fish" or
"don't do that, we're like fish"
to this day neither of us are sure what exactly he said, but both seemed appropriate.
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2004-09-14 01:46:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like what I see. Beautiful. Turns me on.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read the post.
What?
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-14 01:12:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You make it look effortless.. this was wonderfully random.
Submitted by KoolMang (user info) at 2004-09-14 01:07:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I'm just in a crappy mood.
Submitted by PatheticCapitalistFuck (user info) at 2004-09-14 00:58:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
heh
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-14 00:46:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting.