Once Upon a Time there were three turtles. Their names were Tim, Tom, and Tam. They were siblings and they liked doing fun things together like taking long walks, digging in the sand, and swimming.
From outside the tank, through crimson red glass framed by dark metals, you could see a face. It was a fair face, one of charm and prominence. The body looks gelatinous, as if the weeks of incubation and chemicals had smoothed it down.
Mr. Charles Collins was an alcoholic. He knew this of course, and every morning after drinking himself numb the night before, he swore to himself he wouldn't drink another drop in his life.
When I was younger my grandpa would take me out on the lake in his old fishing trawler. We would head out in the early morning, right before the sun started to rise above the mountains, and we would wait.
The girl tosses her long brown curls desend down her shoulders, her smile glows like a million fireflys, her perfect skin smooth her portrait oval with red lips like cherries.
I'm excited to watch the snow melt and turn into water that the ground can't keep in and watching it turn into a coffee-colored, slime and guppy mess that makes everything brown and stunning everything that touches it.