The Legend of Shreena the Shrimp Wizard – part 2

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It was in her eighth shrimp-year that the future Shreena noticed she could do things that the other fire shrimp could not. Like the others, she spent most of her time eating algae off the rocks, plants, and clear plastic walls that made up Switzerland. What she couldn’t understand was why the others were not cooking their algae first. It made it taste so much better. Could it be, she thought, that heating things was not an option for them? That train of thought was lost when she noticed a scary looking green betta fish swimming overhead. She ran behind a fake leaf where it was safe. Bettas were almost as much of a danger as mantis shrimp, as everyone knows.

Some time later, it was a Tuesday. The Fire Shrimp Soon to be Known as Shreena did not know this at the time, but important things happen on Tuesday. The important thing that happened on this Tuesday was her noticing the words “important things happen on Tuesday” written on the underside of a rock. It was a rock she had seen many times, but it was only on this day that she noticed the writing and only on this day that she knew how to read. The writing, in the secret shcript of the mantis shrimp, was written in a color only they could see. Until today.
“I can read mantis shcript!” She exclaimed, not quite knowing what that meant, but knowing it anyway. She looked at other rocks and read other things.

Unbeknownst to most of the life swimming through it, this corner of Switzerland had been used as a library of secret knowledge by the mantis shrimp for generations. They used all this knowledge to rule the tank without the tank even knowing it was ruled. Only the Dry Gods of the Outside, the ones who built Switzerland, could challenge their absolute control. TFSStbKaS was shocked by what she read, but also determined to make use of it.

The Legend of Shreena the Shrimp Wizard – part 1

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Fire shrimp are so named because they are red and so is fire. They are also sometimes called blood shrimp for the same reason. Telling you this was probably unnecessary because you already know that shrimp and fire have nothing to do with each other. This is just common sense and is generally true. Also true is the fact that common sense is sometimes wrong. Such was the case with Shreena the Shrimp Wizard.

Shreena was born 400 shrimp-years ago in Switzerland, under a rock. She hatched from her egg along with some number of siblings, though unfortunately, shrimp historians cannot count and no one knows what that number was. What is known is that none of them had names as was the tradition in that fire shrimp family. Shreena would later name herself, but that part of the story comes later.

New story coming soon: The Legend of Shreena the Shrimp Wizard

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Ideas for poems have stopped coming to me for now, so I’m starting another short (possibly longer than my usual) story. I will inevitably decide it was a bad idea and want to abandon it like I usually do when I start something so I’m telling you, possibly existent reader, before that can happen. It will be posted in small pieces here starting soon. I’m not doing this through NaNoWriMo because I don’t think it will be a novel, but that was part of what made me decide to write more.