By Charlie Mangieri
The footsteps grew louder and louder as the human was making its way towards me. As they finally reached the door the bright light flickered on. I knew it was time for me to survive once again. The human being seemed to have an antsy face as if it was in a hurry to finish its business. I knew I had to react fast. As the human finished and pushed down on the death trap it was time. As my tank water spiraled down like a tornado into the dungeon they call a “toilet,” I swam as fast as I could to the top knowing it was my only chance for survival. The human being walked away with a sigh of relief not knowing how much danger I was put under. I had survived yet again but my struggles never go noticed. It seems as if my everyday struggles go unseen to everyone who pushes down on that death trap. Maybe they are amused of my escape abilities and want to see me go in the tank. But I know that this is no joke. I am the fish in what seems to be a death trap and even though the people find it amusing of how they treat me, I know that what they do to me is only making me stronger. |
Fish Tank Toilet JournalsBy Noah Sevigny
There I was, minding my own business, when BANG, this man starts peeing on my house! Right in front of my family. Shocked, I was like, “Dude! Put that thing away! You’re scaring the kids!” To no surprise, the man did not listen though. Of course, he had to finish first. But the worst part was, he didn’t even have the courtesy to flush or put the seat down. After the vile creature left the sight of my home, we all got together to discuss what we would do about it. Staring at each other, we sat there, for what seemed like hours. Obviously my family was going to put this on me, and I really didn’t feel like dealing with such a… crappy situation... alone, so I called up my cousin. My cousin is from Australia, and he takes EVERYTHING literally. Slowly, I told him about the problem happening in my new home. First he asked me why the heck I moved into a toilet house, and when I was going to be on MTV’s Cribs, so that way he can watch me. After I reminded him that we’re fish, I asked him about my situation. Then, he asked if we had any tiny blue pebbles. Of course I did, like most fish tanks, so I told him yes, with some mild confusion. Then he proceeded to tell me all about this little clown fish from Australia and how he escaped with one of those blue pebbles.The only thing I could feel was disbelief. Not at him for being a genius, but at him being an absolute idiot. I had to ask him, “Really Greg…. Did you just explain to me the escape scene from Nemo…” He was in absolute shock that that was a movie. Looks like I’ll have to go somewhere else on how to get this guy to stop peeing on my house. I’ll keep you guys posted on if I find a way. |