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The Jane Baillie Saga

- Scotland, the Caithness coast, specifically the fishing village of Clyth. It is the evening of January 26th, 1876. A dark chill evening. No breeze, but grassed slopes that tilt to the cliff edge, we...

By: redwriter | Category: General | Score: 5| Added: 27 Apr 2020

The ducks are on the water

- The ducks are on the water At twenty-three below. They are so intelligent, Are you saying you don’t know? Its fifty-five degrees warmer, Than being in the air, The water’s above freezing, Ducks swim...

By: Wordpusher715 | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 31 Jan 2019

The Fisherman and the Mermaid

-     “Mermaids, Kelpies, Harpies,” he muttered. “Superstitious fools.” The old fisherman was motoring his dory out of the harbor. “They blame the lack of skill on make believe creatures.” Fishing...

By: meredith | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 13 Mar 2018

Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 07, Summer Inactivities

-   Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 07, S8ummer Inactivities   “I guess it’s about time we had that little talk.” Jake Cahill stood in the doorway to the crowded laundry room, watching his son pull cloth...

By: Rumple_deWriter | Category: General | Score: 5| Added: 07 Sep 2017

Growing Up Ranch Chapter 10

- The ranch was an isolated place but that didn't mean we lived in total isolation while I grew up ranch. We had many visitors from far and near who enriched our lives in many ways. Often it was a fam...

By: Vern_Fawcett | Category: Memoirs | Score: 5| Added: 31 Jul 2017

Fishy Yarns

- 'twixt the moorland villages of Clapptrap and Skandal, there runs a lovely stretch of the Twaddle. The lively river flows through the limestone gorge at Poppycock Cut, and once past Yakking Mouth it d...

By: steffanie | Category: Adventure | Score: 4.8| Added: 03 Oct 2016

Fishing with Miguel

- Fishing with Miguel By DiVitto Kelly Two men approached the dock, both looking suspicious and twitchy. If not for the forty thousand dollars stashed in their avocado green vinyl suitcase, they coul...

By: DiVitto | Category: Drama | Score: 5| Added: 09 Nov 2015

Fishing Assunpink Lake

- Fishing the Assunpink One of my favorite times of the year when I was younger was, no surprise, summer. School was out: I didn’t have to worry about homework, grades, or any projects for at least ...

By: Jerseyboy1316 | Category: Memoirs | Score: 0| Added: 19 May 2014

Gone Fishing

- 4:30 in the morning. Up BEFORE the crack of dawn. It's pitch black out. There isn't a sound. Up before the birds. I am half asleep. No, scratch that. I am more than half asleep. More like ...

By: Calindra | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 10 Apr 2014

What Summer Means To Me

- WHAT SUMMER MEANS TO ME Summer means no school. Summer means having to mow your yard instead of going fishing or swimming. And to make matters worse, my tightwad father don't hardly pay me a ...

By: Rumple_deWriter | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 4.9| Added: 03 Jun 2013

The Place Where My Soul Rests

- My Grandpa guarded the sacred places from whites. He had a badge shaped like an arrowhead. There was a line across the road that stopped trucks. Cars couldn't get there, because the road was too rough...

By: fallingdove | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 28 Apr 2013

Gone Fishing

-   My father passed away about a year ago and so I was now alone in my house for my mother had walked out from us many years ago when I was only a child of five. The reason for that, my father told me...

By: 1941aaa | Category: Mystery | Score: 5| Added: 26 Mar 2013

Sniffing Tracks

- My Grandpa is a little Native American man. He flyfishes and has a wicker kreel and waders.  He was fishing in the Jocko River. A black bear came down the trail and stopped and sniffed one of my gran...

By: fallingdove | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 4.9| Added: 25 Feb 2013

A Fish-Eyed View of Humans Mating

- A few months after their wedding, two friends of mine went fishing. They anchored in a shady spot for lunch and, being young and in love, one thing led to another. I've no idea about the fishing that...

By: Rumple_deWriter | Category: Humor | Score: 4.9| Added: 06 Feb 2013

Illfyfel Pier

- It was the wettest day of the year. The rain splattered down, thumping into the proud roses until they drooped their newly-humbled heads, forcing the baby bees to stay at home and swarm all over each ...

By: Daisy | Category: Fantasy | Score: 5| Added: 14 May 2012