The Golden Coin Wish Fish

At the bottom of a bleak coloured fountain, lies many wishes. Actually they’re all coins, quite expensive ones to. There were many coppers, but there were also 50ps, £1 and even some £2s; some people really wanted to make a wish, hoping so much it would come true. One £1 was exceptionally jovial once she was used for a wish, excited for what was going to happen next. However, what was going to happen next wasn’t known by any coin, a 1p could not understand why a £1 could be so happy. She rolled over to the dancing £1, declaring that her inveterate dancing was rueful, and made every coin at the bottom of the fountain feel more unhappy. So the £1 felt kilter, nobody understood the joy of being used for a wish. Or have these coins lived in this fountain for so long that they’ve come to their senses and realized that there is no such thing as a wish. The £1 lay sulkily against the wall of the fountain starting to feel the cold sadness of the water. She was a £1, used to make a worthless wish. She didn’t even know what the wish was, all she had was her own wish of being used to buy something concrete, rather than the imaginary. The 1p that told her off lay next to her for comfort; at the very least I can make some long lasting friendships, the £1 thought.

Then there was a fish, a gold fish, a small delicate bright orange gold fish, swimming in the fountain. The £1 and 1p stared gleefully at it, it was the most beautiful fish they had ever seen. The thing was, they had never seen an actual fish before, and it was even stranger that the fountain didn’t ever have any fish swimming in it, only coins.

 

Where did this gold fish come from then? After 5 minutes of speculating the presents of a fish, the 1p and £1 watched it get fished out of the fountain by a happy young boy, who joyfully screamed, “Charlie it’s Charlie!” All coins were amazed at what they had just witness in such short time. Where did the fish come from? Why did the boy take it? Why was it in a wishing fountain? Never was a fish found in the fountain again, but the coins were happier than ever since that day, and some how decided to remember the gold fish, as a sign of hope.

Witty

Witty, the dog from the Kirkinittys, never barked. Somehow that sounds impossible, his voice box was not broken, he simply was too disquieted to bark, or to play with a ball, or do anything standard a normal dog would do, except eat when it was time. The Kirkinittys took no notice of him, only occasional giving him a stroke when they were especially happy; a rarity as they seemed mostly subdued. 

It was a cool, cloudy, day, Witty was sniffing about outside in the garden the second occupation he had other than eat. Suddenly, he head rocketed up, at the sight of Mr. Kirkinitty bursting out of the front door of the house with an axe, making haste towards the only tree in the garden. Behind him was the son of the Kirkinittys, Matthew, flustered that his father was actually intending to cut down the only tree in the garden which held Matthew’s tree house. He fulminated at the idea, while Witty simply watched at always, never truly understanding the reasoning for these situations. He did think about where Mrs. Kirkinitty was, wouldn’t she have an opinion about what Mr. Kirkinitty was so troubled about.

The men where still arguing, Mr. Kirkinitty slowly but constantly raising his axe. Witty started to look shrewdly at the cold situation understanding that Matthew wasn’t happy with his father, while Mr. Kirkinitty seemed to be unreasonable. Then, although he had never done it before or had no idea why now in particular he decided to do so, Witty barked at Mr. Kirkinitty to stop. Five barks, which made the two men freeze and stare straight at Witty. Witty felt incredibly nervous as he always did once all the attention was given to him. Matthew knelt down in front of him stroked his forehead, seeming proud of what Witty had finally done. Mr. Kirkinitty lowered his axe and dropped it on the grass almost appearing to have forgotten why he was angry. 

Later that day Witty, Matthew and Mr. Kirkinitty went for a pleasant walk in the park. Witty felt happy but believed it wasn’t over yet, Mr. Kirkinitty could still act unreasonable and upset his family. However, Witty now knew what he should do in order to try to calm him down.

Cassey

Cassey was believed to be a benign girl in school. She wanted to cause no harm, as she was too feeble to do so. Though despite that, she was meek, and thus was often picked on by anyone above her level of school status, but there were several pupils similar to Cassey, why was she so different? Well it all came from that one day.

 

Apparently some one had spoken up an allusion to Cassey, which made her vanish from school only half way through the day. What was said to her, was never revealed, it didn't matter as the whole school at break decided to go look for her. The search did not take too long, as so many were on the search. Some people believed she had run off home, others argued that’s something shy people like her would never do. At first she didn’t seem to be anywhere close to the school, until we reached the ditch. In the playground there is a green ditch that runs down the back of the school, and that is where we found her, limp as a fish. What had happened nobody knew, it was a terrible sight. We all remembered Cassey as an ordinary inveterate girl, but perhaps there was more to her now. Well perhaps not anymore, but everyone now thought of who Cassey was other than the person they believed her to be.

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Pigween

Pigween was a frowzy appearing character who wasn’t appreciate by many in her adult years. It was an odd feeling: she seemed to stand out in a crowned yet people saw her as some one they would not like to meet, and therefore try to get away from her making the crowned more hectic. Pigween didn’t feel that love was an easy emotion to grab from a person with her appearance, which made her quite a degenerate, especially in mornings.

When Pigween wakes up, she lies straight back down contemplating life and her position in it. Nobody properly cared for her, or are that interested to know about her. This fueled her indignation, what must she do to make some one ask “how are you?” Maybe she was like Frankenstein’s Monster, a creature simply in search for love and appreciation yet lacks so much of it. A small spark of malice started to glow inside Pigween’s intentions, as she finally thrust herself out of bed, feeling more purposeful than ever.  Pigween was going to work out, to become stronger than ever and have a herculean appearance instead of an uninspiring one.

Pigween brought a membership at the gym and did every excise imaginable. Did she feel like she was getting stronger and fitter? Unclear, all she thought of was having a better appearance.

Things started to become very frequent at the gym, Pigween started to greet the madam at the desk, who was called Ellie, as well as bounding with other frequent gym members who were inspired by Pigween’s passion of working out so much. From all this Pigween could no longer remember why she was angry or even who she was angry at. Through the friends she met at the gym she made more friends when spending time with her gym friends outside of the gym, oh how many friends she started to make it was hard to count. Suddenly her lust for causing misery had vanished, and she never noticed or realized if anyone in public had a negative view on her.