Comments on: octopus

By: mixolydian333

mixolydian333 — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 18:07:59 +0000

Octopus, since when, your plural is so evasive. Is it octopuses? Octopi? Octopodes? Whatever the proper, you hold a special place in my heart, which you inhabit mercillesly, like a neverending storm of fire and also squirrels. Creeping along the sea floor inside of a magazine cover, hand-in-hand with the sultan of a far-off district of a country of sand of scorpions of fatal poison.

By: Pandy Fackler

Pandy Fackler — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 18:05:00 +0000

… … … octopus?

By: E. Johnson

E. Johnson — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:52:09 +0000

The eight armed being reached out and smothered the little fish, suffocating it in its grasp. The anger of the sea creatures was great, and their wrath bubbled through the surrounding waters.

By: Patty

Patty — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:51:54 +0000

Mmmmm… delicious with sushi rice ^-^ I want sushi!

By: kelly

kelly — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:35:39 +0000

Everytime I see the word “octopus” I think of the Beatles. Ringo wrote a song about how octopi like to find shiny things and bring them to the cave in which they take residence and leave them in the “garden.” Guess what it’s called.

By: E

Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:35:08 +0000

She couldn’t think of the right word. It didn’t watch her, that sounded scary, like the dolls who sit in little girl’s rooms in the previews for horror movies. It didn’t nurture her–that was the job of a parent, and that it certainly wasn’t.

It had always been there. How, or when, or who had put it there, on the edge of the chair, she didn’t know. It sat.

She loved the way the plush purple changed if you rubbed it in a certain direction. Like the chairs in old theatres.

She loved the way she knew she could depend upon an old stuffed octopus, sitting in the corner, not watching, not asking. Just being.

By: Julia

Julia — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:34:41 +0000

Purple lengths reach seagreen hairs
and dig.
Puffs of thought, like ink blots,
stain the sea.
But no creature swims through
these inkthoughts
And so do they count?
The octopus contemplates
why he is lonely.
His tentacles have found seaweed,
Does that count?
As a friend?

By: kaymeg14

kaymeg14 — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:28:30 +0000

seriously? what am i supposed to write about an octopus? the only thing we have in common is water…

By: hourican

hourican — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 17:09:03 +0000

The octopus that lived in my bath took up too much room. So I lifted it out, chopped its legs off and froze it in tiny bags. Now I’m sick of octopus. Serves me right.

By: Kat

Kat — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 16:49:34 +0000

The octopus’ tentacles floated with the waves creating an illusion of an invitation one would be foolish to resist. And I swore I saw him sit down at a round like table with one leg and offer me a stool to sit and share his tea.