Stories tagged “shark”
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Der zahnlose Haifisch
Mastix der kleine Haifisch war sehr, sehr hungrig, denn er hatte keine Zähne. Sein Essen musste er immer ganz herunterschlucken. Und das gab ihn Bauchschmerzen. Eines Tages traf er die Hummer Kluppi, die dabei war ihr Essen mit ihren Scheren zu schnei...
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What They Wanted

“We-we killed him!” Matt blurted out between violent sobs that now took over his body. “Oohhhhh my god! Oh my god! We killed him!” Matt was down on his knees beside the bloody hand and his own pile of vomit, his voice distorted ...
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Unnoticed
“We better get the hell out of here,” Shawn said, nervously looking around. Matt said nothing as he followed to the truck. They drove back to the house in silence. As expected, the party was still booming. Just as Matt was about to open the...
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Shart Attat!
“Oh, Shart!” “Huh-what?! Henry, did you say shark? Is there a shark? Henry, the children!” “No, honey, I didn’t see a shark.” “Then why did you say shark?” “Sigh. I didn’t.” “...
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Let's go pick up, buddy

So you think, “what the hell,” & take your new sexy shark buddy to the hottest bar in town: The Lava Licker. Still being nude, the shark garners plenty of cat-calls: “Show us your claspers!” “Hey baby, you wanna…...
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Use the stick as a harpoon anyways
You grab the stick and yell “Nobody bites my rocks.” and stab the shark, right in the fin pit. Grape jelly and you know those small chocolate eggs you get at Christmas for some reason start flowing out of the sharks wound. You can Make your...
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Jump The Shark
Well this is going less ideal then expected, but it seems that the wind has picked up and is carrying the sulfurous fumes away from you and the shark. Unfortunately the shark is a bit too far gone, and he collapses. You toss the surrogate harpoon away ...
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Between Water And Air
Glass dull shark eyes. Silence settles In the still of her stare. Beach pebbles Ripple between the water and air— She sways beneath Breaching the surface with sea anemone hair.
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A Shark in the Silence
Silent spaces Have violent faces. Life will blast to traces Exploding in the radius. Nobody made me— nobody made us. I’m that shark with hands and feet on the beach Cutting throats with imbedded teeth in my speech. Hell’s wall crumble...
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Adrift
I float away on a soft current, the smell of salt and fish strong in my nostrils. With each breath, a small geyser of water lifts itself from the bottom of my raft, briefly wetting my face. The waves brush languidly against my broken form, caressing my...