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We are a group of several aspiring writers, who thought it would be fun to get together and challenge each other on a monthly basis. Judging is done by adding the total number of stars up and dividing by the total number of votes, so having the most stars or most votes doesn't necessarily mean you win, it's the overall average. Whoever wins gets to pick the subject matter for the next session's short stories. Please read each story and vote them all appropriately. The voting boxes are to the left of the page and are marked by story title. If you would like to leave a comment simply click on the story title above each entry, but please keep them constructive. Again, thanks for reading and I hope that everyone can get as much enjoyment out of this as I have.

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Contest Subjects

December's subject was chosen by myself and is... "A large stone was found in the middle of a field in Iowa."

The first subject for January was chosen by Sgt. Hubbard and is... "A locked box is left to you in a will."

The second subject for January was chosen by myself and is... "A person is found in the desert with amnesia."

The first subject for February was chosen by Stan Weiss and is... "The baby sitter is snooping and finds your many passports, each with a different name."

The second subject for February was chosen by T.J. Reed and is... "Rewrite a classic monster, ghost, horror story in a modern way and include the story as the title so we know what you have rewritten."


Thursday, April 12, 2012

Fishing in the Rain

Fishing in the Rain



            Kurt had spent the last several hours drowning worms from his small boat in his favorite lake while kicking back a few brews. A perfect day. Whether the fish were biting or not, a day on the lake was better than a day at work. A notion he lived by strongly enough that he had purchased a bumper sticker so anyone whoever traveled behind him knew it as well. With the sun slowly sinking in the western sky, Kurt knew that he should begin his slow trek back to the boat ramp before he ran out of too much light; plus there was a doozy of a storm approaching that looked to be the type that would sink his flimsy little boat.

            Kurt took a long pull on his beer, crushed the can in his powerful hand, let out a belch that would blush a sailor, and threw it in the floor of the boat. Littered about the bottom of the boat were several small fish and beer cans; the cans far out numbering the fish. The boat motor roared to life and began pushing the small vessel across the already choppy water of the small man-made lake.  A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that the storm was approaching faster than Kurt had anticipated. Lightening arced maddeningly through the sky; electric tendrils reaching through the clouds over Kurt’s head as if racing him to the boat dock.

            With each flash and crack of lightening Kurt began to wonder if he was going to beat the storm.  The wind began to howl around the drunken fisherman, spraying water over the sides of the boat, and into his face. Another glance over his shoulder and he could see the wall of rain approaching. Through the trees on the far bank, the heavy rain made its drenching journey; a sheer wall of water drowning out the scenery behind it from Kurt’s eyes view. It was moving quickly like a lioness chasing down its prey. The sight, though harmless, made Kurt’s heart race as if the rain was some sort of predator chasing him across the small lake.

            The boat slammed to a sudden stop launching Kurt to the front of the boat and smashing his mouth on the metal seat in front of him. Blood sprayed freely from gashed gums and missing teeth. Kurt cussed loudly and freely at whatever had stopped his boat so suddenly. He stood and began wiping the gore from his face. The water was clear around the boat, except for the choppy waves that were now rocking it madly from side to side.

“What the…” Kurt muttered through busted teeth.

            The boat suddenly launched upper from the water as something large slammed it from underneath. Kurt’s body flew like a ragdoll launched from a cannon, tumbling in the air and then slamming back first into the cold lake water.

            Bubbles swirled around Kurt’s head making it difficult for him to find which way was up or down. His lungs burned to be filled with air as his legs and arms ached for relief from the struggles against the cold water. His head broke the surface just in time for his aching lungs to be filled with life giving air. His gasped looking for his boat that seemed to no longer be in the area he was now floating. What had struck the danged boat?

            Kurt looked back over his shoulder as he tread water and watched as the falling wall of rain cleared the last few feet to reach where he was floating. The rain drops were the size of nickels and the impact they had on his head felt as if they were nickels. The sound was deafening. A sudden pain gripped Kurt’s left leg causing him to scream out in agony. His open mouth filled with dirty lake water as he was pulled under the surface. His once aching lungs were filled with the swirling water as whatever had its death grip on his leg drug him deeper into the waters depths. Kurt looked down into the murky water and stared into the red eyes of the small lake monster that had him. He screamed but no one would have heard him; he was silenced by the murky water in his lungs and the heavy rain that brought his unexpected visitor.

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