A creativity test.

Write a story from a goldfishes perspective!

Hmm... I think the folks at Disney have this one covered... or close enough anyhow.

*swim swim swim*
I am a goldfish.
*swim swim swim*
I am a goldfish.
*swim swim swim*
I am a goldfish.

Okay seriously, there's hardly anything to write since goldfish forget things every ten seconds or something like that.

I'm a little goldfish...yay me! Wiat...what was I doing again?

I wake up in the morning, was it morning? I don't remember. OO food!!! I eat my fish food, it tastes like chicken. Anyways, oo people day! I bet they're looking for pets, I shall now make the funny fish face at them.

*blob*
*blob*
*blob*

OO swim to the net swim to the net, why am i the only one swimming to the net? whats with the fishing gear? hm... oh well I like the green net!

The evil fiend was eying the bowl-my bowl! My home!

It's fatal doom-sound (rumbly and low) emanated from its entire body. I swam as far down as I could, and hid underneath the "rocks" those foolish humans thought looked real.

It stuck its paw in, and its toes separated as the claws began to protrude. I could not move - indeed, I was paralyzed with fear.

Out of one I could spot the cruel humans pointing and laughing at the scene. Oh, yes, please do enjoy the final act in this tragic play that is my life!

The paw moved closer and closer still, waving about wildly. At one time, the leftmost claw almost caught my fin!

Having a short attention span, it was not long before the feline decided to remove its paw from my home (Amazing! Nothing was damaged!) and start sniffing the rear end of another of its kind. I was safe again - for now.

I'm hungry. Maybe if I go up to the top of the water and open my mouth really wide the giants will realise that. Pop pop pop pop. Why isn't this working?
Hey, what's that on the other side of the glass? Another fish! Let's race it! Why is it moving at the exact same time as me? Are you copying me? Are you?
I'm hungry. Maybe if I go up to the top of the water and open my mouth really wide they'll realise I want food. Pop pop pop. It's not working! Hey, another fish!

They say goldfish don't have long memory spans! Well, I'm going to prove them wrong! See, look, I'll talk about the same thing for a whole minute!
You know those little flakes they stick on top of the water? They taste like fish. Mmmm...
Oh oh LOOK! FINGERS!

*eyes frying pan*

*looks at stove* Steam is rising from the pot.

*shrugs, and then returns its attention to the bowl where it observes a long and narrow strand of brown stuff* It's brown algea, and it's slimey.

There are footsteps, and it reacts by turning around from the steady vibrations. The pot is now bowling.

"Dear?!" a women hollers to her husband who is reading the newspaper in the den. "The water is bowling! Time to eat!"

"What is on the menu, hun?" the man calls back.

"Goldfish! That horrid bowel hasn't been changed in four months. Time for dinner. Let's go!"

"Coming!" the man calls again.

Blink.
Breathe.
Swim forward.
Swim to the side.
Eat plankton.
Blink.
Breathe.
...
...
...

'Today, we overthrow the human opressors!'

A dramatic pause, punctuated only by the gentle swishing of the tide and the clicking of a lone crab, filled the alcove.

'Shut up, Nemo, you prat,' said the goldfish.

Nemo deflated. '... I just want a friend.'

*blub*

O.o

Swim. That light. I should go towards it, and then maybe I won't have to swim anymore. Swim. That light. I should go towards it, and then maybe I won't have to swim anymore. Swim. That light.

Hey, look! A castle! I should explore it!
Oh look! Food! I should eat it!
*gLUB*
OMG! A castle! I wonder whats inside!
*Glub*
Ok, left fin... left fin.... left fin.....
Oh! A castle!
*Glub*

How's that for a metaphor for the condition of American patriotisim!