[licenseartistic] February 2008 - Fishbowl
Title: "Fishbowl"
Prompt: Pretty Fish
Character: The Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 332
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Doctor and all other mentioned characters are property of the BBC, and are used without permission.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
I love fish, really I do. There's something just so entrancing about watching them in a tank or a fishbowl, especially when there's a great lot of them, swimming about in a school. You get someone standing in front of a glass wall and two or three dozen completely identical fishies on the other side, going through their usual afternoon manoeuvers, and they'll be completely hypnotised.
Maybe it's the precision. You get all those little individuals, all working as a group and all of a sudden, it's like they're one big fish all made up of pieces. When fish-in-front makes a sudden hard left, every other fish in the gang makes a sudden hard left, and if you've ever had to drive leading someone else's car, you know how hard it is to make just one person do that.
And it's just such a simple life. The fish swim, that's what they do. They swim and eat and swim and spawn and swim and go about the tiny details of their lives. And all right, sure, no fish will ever know what it's like to watch the Perseid meteors streak across the night sky or how "Let It Be" sounds the very first time you hear it, but they don't care.
They just, y'know-- keep swimming.
People are kinda like that, too, sometimes. You get 'em in a group with one intention and they can do some pretty amazing and powerful things, and most of the time, they go through existence just doing the things the other fish do and go on with nice, happy fishy kind of lives.
That's not bad. Believe me when I say even the most boring and listless life on Earth is better than some other places in the universe have it.
Plus, every now and then, you get that one fish who decides to go his or her own fishy way. And that's pretty great, too.
Prompt: Pretty Fish
Character: The Tenth Doctor
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word count: 332
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Doctor and all other mentioned characters are property of the BBC, and are used without permission.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
I love fish, really I do. There's something just so entrancing about watching them in a tank or a fishbowl, especially when there's a great lot of them, swimming about in a school. You get someone standing in front of a glass wall and two or three dozen completely identical fishies on the other side, going through their usual afternoon manoeuvers, and they'll be completely hypnotised.
Maybe it's the precision. You get all those little individuals, all working as a group and all of a sudden, it's like they're one big fish all made up of pieces. When fish-in-front makes a sudden hard left, every other fish in the gang makes a sudden hard left, and if you've ever had to drive leading someone else's car, you know how hard it is to make just one person do that.
And it's just such a simple life. The fish swim, that's what they do. They swim and eat and swim and spawn and swim and go about the tiny details of their lives. And all right, sure, no fish will ever know what it's like to watch the Perseid meteors streak across the night sky or how "Let It Be" sounds the very first time you hear it, but they don't care.
They just, y'know-- keep swimming.
People are kinda like that, too, sometimes. You get 'em in a group with one intention and they can do some pretty amazing and powerful things, and most of the time, they go through existence just doing the things the other fish do and go on with nice, happy fishy kind of lives.
That's not bad. Believe me when I say even the most boring and listless life on Earth is better than some other places in the universe have it.
Plus, every now and then, you get that one fish who decides to go his or her own fishy way. And that's pretty great, too.