"That's my goldfish!"
Write an action or thriller scene that contains this line.
Detective Sanchez gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he pursued the suspect through the bustling city streets. The neon lights blurred into streaks of color, matching the chaos unfolding before him. But amidst the adrenaline rush of the chase, a sudden splash of water caught his attention.
"Aquarium?" Sanchez muttered to himself, puzzled by the unexpected sight.
"A small t...
I looked over the top of the cash register and watched the woman as she walked through the front door. She was holding a plastic Ziploc bag that appeared to contain a wad of paper towels inside.
The woman shut the door and stopped in the middle of the shop. The bell jingled as it slammed behind her. She stood there for a moment and looked around. Her eyes glimmered with joy as she looked at the c...
“That’s my goldfish!”
The words stung my ears. I looked back. “What?” I asked.
So close. I was so close.
Thomas marched up to me. “Its MY goldfish and you know it, uncle! Give it!” He demanded.
I sighed. “No, it’s not. It’s mine, remember? I just let you take care of it for a week.”
He wasn’t convinced. “Well, it hasn’t been a week. And i want to take care of it! Now GIVE IT HERE!” He snatch...
That’s my goldfish!
A little too alive to be my goldfish.
So what makes me think it’s mine?
A passing resemblance?
A significant spot or color,
That felt at home in my memories?
Why is that goldfish,
That fish I’ve never seen in my life,
Why is it mine?
Why do I think anything belongs to me?
They’ve as much right to it as anyone.
I can’t just steal some poor kid’s goldfish
Because I miss th...
“It’s not your goldfish. This is my friend.” Ethan said, looking down on a small child with disdain. It’s lip was quivering and the ballon that was in its hand had begun floating up into the sky.
“But I won that. You can’t have what I won.”
Ethan sighed. How was this his day? He thought it would be a fight at a carnival. Not arguing with a child about a goldfish.
“Why don’t I win you another...
My dad was always so weird. He’d come up with all these silly nicknames for me and my sister. She was 2 years younger than me yet she was doing the same homework. We usually walk or ride our bikes to school. When my dad decided to drive us one day. My sister was saying how she got a 100 on her test and his response was “That’s my goldfish!” We laughed then sang songs until we got to school....
I slap the foreign hand. It was about to reach the fishbowl, maybe to grab it, maybe to poke the glass. Whatever it was, I didn’t want them to touch it.
“That’s my goldfish!” I’m a bit touchy when it comes to personal things. Altogether I’m a bit introverted and quiet.
But when someone bugs me enough, I’m not afraid to handle it just. I scowl at their frown. Gently lifting and then placing t...
Wet dog and smoke, Jim’s Jungle reeked. Hawkins, with her phone and notepad, surveyed the smoldering wreckage. This was the third retail fire in a month. Firefighters dragged out blackened cages with burnt feathers and fur. Stepping over tired hoses, Hawkins approached the shattered storefront.
“Hold on, Hawk, back up. They’re still clearing and the guys are pretty raw.”
Hawkins turned to face ...
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