Hinekohu: A Short Story

First, a few octopuses were introduced to a closed glass box (in full view of potential predators) containing items such as rocks, sand, and algae which are found in their natural environments. Unsurprisingly, this resulted in the octopuses adapting effortlessly to their surroundings. Then, the items inside the glass box were replaced by a piece of canvas printed with a geometric pattern, something that an octopus would never encounter in its natural habitat. The colors of the canvas were not random, however, but corresponded to the pigmentation abilities of octopuses. Once again, the octopuses easily completed the task. Finally, the geometric

For one morning, after an ephemeral dispute from the night before. Ahote awaken desperately grasping for air.  But only water filled his lungs. Instinctively, his legs begin to kick rapidly in order to maintain his body emerge out of the water. Funny, he thought, how Karma repaid his deeds. While under the benign sky, or to be more exact, under the mealstromatic ocean, Ahote struggles to loosen his wrists from behind his back. For not even the strongest can break free from the grip of a zip tie. With his arms restrain and feeling a lot like 'tired', his enervating legs pushes him afloat against the thrashing force, until he was able to succeed in touching ashore. At last, he made it! Laying flat on his spine to overhaul his exhaustion--while still looking quite blue, not to mention that he was mercifully choking on the cold stale air-- he lifts out an indistinctive guffaw. How strange he felt jollity after gazing into the eyes of Death. And after an ephemeral period of recuperation, Ahote was able to gather himself up onto his feet. "Where must I be found this time?" Muttered he.  Then suddenly, while

Tallulah and I were at the fuel airport. It was the littlest airport. It was night so it was hard to see there. We are going to go pick up orphans from Africa. We are flying over the Atlantic ocean. “Talulah are you ready to go,” Lizzie said. “Let's go Lizzie.” Said Talulah. We are 30 min away. 30 min went by. We are landing. And the kids are waiting for us at the airport. I said to Talulah, “are you ready to get the kids.” “Yes”, said Talulah. We get the kids on the plane. We want back of the plane and asks for the kids names. Most of them did not talk. Bet there was these two girls that answered me one was Linda and the other was Koko. So we want back up to the front of the plane. And I said to Talulah “ready for taking off.” “Ready”, said

“Your character starts receiving flowers and anonymous gifts. She doesn't know who is sending them. Her husband is suspicious, and the gifts begin to get stranger....”

The classroom that I observed today was called, “Rainbow Fish,” and the first student I observed was drawing pictures in her notebook. Each child has their own notebook they are able to write, color, draw, whatever they would like in. These notebooks are placed together on the writing center shelf. The student grabbed her notebook off of the shelf and walked over to the crayon, marker, and pencil area to choose a writing utensil. This classroom was clearly marked with pictures and words so students knew where to get every item they need. Once she had her notebook and her blue marker, she sat down to begin her drawing. The tables in the classroom had the children’s names written on them so the children knew where to sit during meal time. This student sat in her designated area. Although she did not have to sit at this specific table or in this specific spot, she was so use to sitting in this area, she felt like this was safe for her creative side to come out. What I observed the student drawing, I saw, which was to me, nothing but simple blue scribbles. When the student stopped to think of what to draw next, I asked her what she was making. The student replied with, “A flower, can’t you

Who would've have known that a boy that once craved hugs and kisses from his pack's alphas, was now repulsed by even the word, alpha.

It was an icy winter this year in the Bronx, and we all knew the weather wouldn’t let up for at least another few months. My hands and nose were already red, bitter from the cold as I wandered through the frosty morning air. White snow had fallen that previous night and was now turning to thick ice making it quite a struggle for me to maneuver my way through the loopy unheated streets and sidewalk of the dirty town without falling. My copper face was freezing but I barely noticed, my mind was busy bustling about. It bounced thoughts around each revolving around the same thing, Saki. A young eccentric girl, who I had encountered at a fest, held on Governors Island. As I trampled in the snow, through quiet icy towns, I couldn’t help myself from

I was 5 years old ready to take on the world with my Blue’s Clues backpack. It was the first day of kindergarten and I walked into a class room that had red animated apples on the walls, and letters boarding the top of the walls. My teacher seems so happy to see all the kids coming into the class and you could tell that many of us were nervous to be there, and be away from our parents for half of the day when we were used to being at home. The teacher went over all the fun and exciting things we would be learning over the year and at the end of the year we would show our portfolio to our parents, apparently, that was something my school did for each grade. We were introduced to writing letters which at the time I didn’t like very much since my name was so long and they give you such little lines to write it on. As a kindergartener, you feel the need to write your name a big as possible. What I love

You and Oikawa walked into the crime scene, under the police tape, to face a crowded group of police and other detectives crowded around a solitary body on the ground. The victim was identified as Yui Watanabe, a 40 year old woman.

It’s green! No, red! No, brown! Now yellow with black stripes! Chameleons are a type of lizard known for their ability to quickly change color. New research is helping scientist understand the secrets of these quick-change artists.

"S***, I'm sorry, Angel. I was meant to send it to only the King, but I pressed the wrong shortcut…" Sonzai apologized, turning away from me. He looked sad over it, and it made me instantly forgive him! Everybody makes mistakes, and it's best not to hold any grudges!

Choromatsu couldn’t count how many times he was injected. He didn’t know what they were injecting him with. All questions regarding this matter was ignored by the doctors that came in and out of the room. If they were trying to help him. It wasn’t working. He still felt like crap. In fact, he felt like he was getting worse. He was too weak to move his arms and legs. Not because of the restraints, but, because he had no strength.

His wife was a lucky woman to have had him while she did, and despite all the war and battle she had seen, she’d never been moved to fuck a man still covered in blood or war paint, but this one… he required it on some primal level she wasn’t questioning for the strength of it, and the deep pleasure in giving in to it and finding him warmly accepting. There was a unique pleasure to be had in riding him in his war paint and body still partially wet with the blood of their mutual enemies, but it became something exquisite as he plunged up into her dive down, accepting her rhythm but also making her feel the power in his hips, his abs, and the thick pulsing rod that thrust deeply through her rippling sleeve of sensual needs to prod at the gate of her molten fertile core.

It was a bad habit Shi'Kuyo had to dangle information over others in the way that most suspenseful. He usually cleaned it up pretty fast but for those first few moments he enjoyed the tension, the heightened stakes. If he couldn't jump from that building or detonate that one conversing with others sometimes had similar high points of adrenaline.

Even though Mr. Johnson had said that the war will soon be over, somehow another bomb fell near our house, miraculously we all survived from the bomb without any injuries. From that event, we’ve decided to follow our neighbors to head to an area where we thought that it would be safe near the jungle. After we move to the “safe house” Senh Hau kept on teasing me on snakes. But, as a brave and smart girl I ignore Senh Hau as I’m not scared of snakes anymore.