mouse

Maddyjean08
doo doo doo doo ( humming ,like on twilight zone ). Good scary story. . Fits in with what i am reading right now , a vampire mystery book.

giraffe

Good one, Maddy.

Dragon

Good story maddy, I enjoyed that. I wasn't expecting the ending.

Doug

Might be a tad scary for the kiddies, but tis' the season! 285 words including title.

Bait

Let me introduce myself. My friends call me Pete. I have many, but we don’t get together for cliché-filled conversations about fishing or tackle football. I prefer to meet over dinner. No, I don’t like plates filled with Gulf shrimp or the “catch” of the day. Oceanographers often use maps to find what they seek, but I prefer a bird’s eye view.

Only a fool believes that their ship is going to come in. I have often sat at the dock and waited, but it never materializes, only more friends. One of them actually invited me out for dinner, which I graciously accepted. Not for dinner by the shore, but the darkness I coveted.

Nevertheless, as usual, I get ahead of myself. We were talking about my friends.

I have a small house that sits quite a bit back from the road and there are plenty of lanky pines that surround it. I have a smoke house in the back and a spit where I have enjoyed many parties. Sometime that ones hard to tackle, as I prefer the company of the lone friend who happens by or is lured by the beauty of the artwork I keep on the front porch. My favorite has to be the Picasso. Yes, on the porch! I never worry about someone stealing. I only have friends.

Now back to dinner….We ate a small meal, which made my stomach wretch. It was all I could do to tackle a small potato. After dinner we went for a walk and we just happened by my house where “it” saw the Picasso. The net had been set and she walked right into it.

I keep their skins in the smokehouse.

Dragon

Ooo, nice one Doug, that sent shivers down my spine.
giraffe, I forgot to mention earlier how much I liked your story, I loved the way you took all nautical words and made a story that had nothing to do with the sea or fishing.
Still a little time to get a story in.

mouse

Doug
You definitely have literary skill . But, oh what a dark tale you weave.

Doug

Thanks mouse and giraffe! I do tend to veer towards the "dark side". Not too much into the mushy, syrupy stories.

Doug

oops. make that dragon although I'm sure giraffe will chime in here.

giraffe

Yeah, Doug. I couldn't figure out if it was a "Silence of the Lambs" thing or something else. It defifitely gave room for thought. Maybe I'll try another one.

giraffe

On a beautiful ocean cruise, Jim was travelling alone. The shore was slowly disappearing. He was missing his wife already. If it wasn't for the ship's sudden rocking, he would be lost in his memories. So he would catch his breath and regain his balance. Then he was more in the moment. More aware of the people around him and his purpose.

His goal was to make his own identity disappear. He hoped they would fall into his net of deception and believe he had died. He was supposed to be on a fishing expedition in Wales and - if all went well - he would be considered legally dead by next week.

Breathing near his shoulder was the woman he hoped was the one called the "Bait". She would be the one to supply him with contact information for his new identity. He had to locate her somewhere on this ship. Without her, he would arrive in the next port with no valid identification.

Jim coughed subtly to see if he could get her attention. She stayed frozen with her over-head scarf flapping in the sea breeze. Still uncertain, Jim coughed a little louder.

She said "My name is Martina. Can I lure you to a different place?" Again, Jim was not sure whether she wanted to lure him to his next identification or to her own room. So he said "I'm going to the Gulf of Mexico. Where are you going? Standing there on deck, he tried to imagine the new life he would create.

"Tackle me, you big tease". She looked at him with such a need to be understood, it made him freeze. 'Is this the right woman or is it another possible trap?' Martina wasn't being clear enough with her signals and Jim couldn't take any risks.

Martina was leaning in for a kiss when he noticed the woman in white standing just 20 feet away. "That's her." he knew.

mouse

Giraffe
Good story, left me wanting to read more

Doug

giraffe: Nice story, a bit mushy for my taste. It was also quite long at 325 words by my count. Editing is the biggest part of ThinkWrite whether it be a 100 word count or 500. It makes it hard to fit in the "story" and the drama, but that is the beauty of this thread. Jim dissapearing has many possibilities and I would love to see him in another tale.

mouse

He is a second entry-- 285 words not including title

DAD

It is a perfect day for fishing .Clear blue sky overhead, a slight cool breeze to make the 80 degree bearable.

I remember so many days like this, when dad and I went fishing in his old beat up row boat. To me, a kid with a vivid imagination, his boat was a huge fishing ship sailing the oceans in pursuit of giant tuna or maybe even a shark. Some times I envisioned sailing to the Gulf of Mexico .I was usually up at the crack of dawn in anticipation of our adventure.


The first thing dad taught me was the proper way to put away my pole and lures. The tackle box he got me for Christmas had individual sections in which to keep my lures. He said it was important to do it right so that next time we went fishing everything was ready. He had this great big old net that he patched endless times. It was used to pull in the minnows, from the shallows, that we used for bait

Mom would pack us a lunch of cold fried chicken, potato chips, some home made biscuits and a few bottles of coca cola. Sometime around noon we would row to shore and enjoy our feast.

Today I am the owner of a huge fleet of deep sea fishing trawlers and I sail the seas in search of the big fish. I owe it all to dad. His love of fishing and the water rubbed off on me. My own son enjoys fishing. We often go out in the gulf in dads old boat.

As they lowered the casket in the ground, I placed his big old mended net on top. Goodbye dad, happy fishing.

giraffe

Very smooth and comfortable - like sailing.

mrozowski

Great story, mouse. Nice tribute to Dad at the end.

Dragon

Okay, you guys have blown me away with your stories. I so enjoyed reading them. I'm not going to go into particulars of each story because I so liked them all. I hope I get to keep reading more from all of you in the next one.
In the end I going to pass the torch to Doug for 'Bait'. It got under my skin and had me thinking of Ed Gein and Robert Picton. Great story monster man, can't wait to see your word list.

Doug

Thanks Dragon! I'll get working on my list right away. You all posted great stories and I hope you are ready to do er' gin'! lol.