Fishing Trip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This one came out as a stream of consciousness. Just something that fell out of my crazy brain.

Submitted: September 01, 2015

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Please, let me say to you the story of my strife
I fear you will not take the truth
And will dismiss my tale as light
I assure you, dear friend of mine, that I tell no tall tales
It happened as I say it did exactly to the end
The day began as any other, quiet and serene
I took my pole and provisions and headed to the stream
The water glistened in the sun and the bugs were out to munch
The trees rustled in the wind while the birds sang to their wants
I fed my hook and cast it out to catch a fine supper
And then I sat, in peaceful bliss, awaiting the first tug
The pole began to slowly bend before I settled in
I jumped in anxious excitement, what a way to begin
I reeled it in with a steady pace and watched as to not break it
The creature caught upon the hook- I thought I was mistaken
It writhed and contorted so much so I could not at first make it out
When I dropped the beast upon the bank, then I began to freak out
It had a body fit for the sea, long and scaly with fins
The head was that of an infant goat, with pointed horns and ears
The eyes were wide and black as night with pupils red as sin
The hook had lodged deep inside the wretched creature’s being
Its teeth were pointed razor sharp, its jaws a snapping fiend
It snapped and hissed and lunged directly for my feet
Its mighty jaws bit down hard onto my rubber boot
I kicked and screamed and threw it all, the creature and my shoe
They hit the pond with a thud my line followed with a whoosh
My foot began to gush out blood and my toes turned to mush
I knew that it was poison coursing through my veins
I quickly grabbed my hunting knife and with one fell swoop gave way
I chopped that foot right off my body and breathed a sigh of relief
As luck will have it, just in time, you entered on the clearing
My severed foot, now green and black and bubbling with disease
Is wrapped in my tackle box for the doctors’ examining
I don’t know what that cursed thing was but this I tell you friend
I will never ever as long as I live fish in that pond again!
 


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