Short Stories In Finnish And English

The Pearl-fish

Author's note: This was a schoolwork. I've edited it to be longer. If you can find a "secret meaning" to this story, comment it and I'll see all the "secret meanings" you guys have found. I'll comment on your comment, if you found the same I've had while writing this story. But now I'll let you read.

Yesterday, when I was walking at the beach near my home, I saw a giant whale-like fish. It was actualy made out of pearls. People were walking right past it without noticing. It was way too big for me to move all alone. I tried to get people's attention to help the pearl-fish. Nobody heared or noticed me. "Maybe I'm too small or my voice isn't clear enough.", I thought. I tried getting their attention again, but witout progress. Then I thought: "Maybe this is just a dream, maybe I'm sleeping in my own comfy bed and that's why nobody noticed me earlier.". I pinched myself to see, if I'm dreaming, but my theory wasn't right. I tried to run towards the fish, but the distance stayed the same. The whale-like fish was far away from my reach. I knew I couldn't the fish so I tried again to get someone else to help it reach the sea. The fish was dying a slow and painful death. I started tearing up for no good reason. "It's just a fish.", I said to myself. People didn't notice me crying. I cried all of my fear, anger and sadness out. I've held them inside me for too long. It felt good.