Fiction: Group 2
The Last Fish Eggs
Clearwater Bay School, Flynn, Elen - 10, Fiction: Group 2
he sky glowed red as the sun slipped slowly below the mountains. The river was as smooth as glass,
reflecting the suns hazy gaze upon its green mucky surface. A thick scent of dry fish hung in the
grey polluted air. On the edge of the deep, mossy river was a huge city with buildings so tall, it was
a surprise they didn’t reach the moon.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the polluted river water, a young fish was drifting lifelessly towards the rough,
sandy riverbed, his gills filled with poisonous water. He had a long blue body, covered with scales that
reflected the waters reddish haze, his deep green eyes were covered with a gentle flap of silvery skin.
Circling him, her tail flapping faster than a cheetah could run was his sister, Lula. Her scales shone a silvery
blue and her eyes were sapphires, glinting upon her shining face.
Above her, a young boy slumped glumly against his fishing rod, his bony legs dangling above the river he
lived near. His face was so thin, his bones showed from behind the skinny layer hiding them. His name was
Lang. “What's up?” questioned a high, squeaky voice from behind him. A tall, stick like man with a badly
shaved face stood, a displeasing toothy grin spread across his ruff cheeks.
“Nothing father,” mumbled Lang dimly “I was just hungry.” He gazed up at his father with his pale
diamond like eyes. The weak man raised his twig like arms, clutching his fishing rod tightly,
“I’ll get you something” he whispered. Then he cast his rod, the plunging sharp hook into the waves below.
As the hook sank deep into the water, Lula was still clutching her dead brothers ice cold body. Seconds
later, the hook was imbedded within the stone like dead fish. The man began to pull his body slowly toward
the murky green surface. Meanwhile, Lula was swimming in the opposite direction, tears streaming from her
now red eyes, into the already salty water surrounding her.
Lula’s tail was swaying in the slimy green water, while the other fish and animals drifted sleepily behind her.
The poisonous water was filling their gills, choking them into a silent sleep, their bodies swelling with red
hot pain. Within hours, the riverbed was covered in a thick silver carpet, filled with the stench of dying fish.
As the pollution in the water swirled around her, Lula felt short, uneven trickles of water slide into her gills.
The poison entered her bloodstream, disabling her. She began to sink silently towards the pile of dying fish
below her. She lay there silently, pulling one last gulp of water down her aching gill before dissolving into a
small, shining pile of dust. Suddenly, a gentle current carried the dust far away, revealing a shimmering pile
of orange eggs, reflecting the hazy green rays of sunlight through the moss.
Far above, In a small shabby house sat a young boy. His pale face was red with tears, His eyes blood shot.
His name was Chui.
Chui was a poor boy. He was draped in brown, dirty rags, covered in holes so big, the remains barely
covered his dry scratched skin.
“What’s
gonna
happen to Grandma?” he squeaked in a loud whisper. His big gentle eyes shoot worried
glances at the mumbling adults around him.
Chui turned to a wrinkled old women lying helplessly in a bed that stood in the center of the room. She sat
up, frowning under the remains of the covers. “Grandma,” He began firmly “what are you hiding from
me?”
Grandma began to stared, helplessly at the adults around her as if pleading for help. They looked away. She
sighed then mumbled “I might die.” A deadly silence fell across the dark, dirty room. Chui fell to his knees,
as if he had just been stabbed.
“Is there any hope?” He questioned quietly.
“Yes” Grandma replied thoughtfully “the doctor said something about a pile of fish eggs…..”
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