I'm going to start publishing my original short stories on my blog. I think it would be nice to introduce myself. It will be a serialized short fiction. I hope many people will enjoy them and become interested in my novels. I will try to publish often!
Trevor Whittemore
A Rare Catch
It was late in August and Harold a retired Navy Veteran was fishing his favorite spot in Gozo. Using the same rod that his father gave to him when he was just a boy. Harold had caught everything from Albacore, Amberjack, Snapper to Sailfish and even though Grouper.
He cast his line whipping his wrist and the lure sailed through the air landing a good thirty feet from his skiff that he named Azalea after his late wife who was native to the island.
“Damn it’s a hot one,” said Harold setting down his pole and reaching into his ice chest pulling out a large can of Cisk, a Maltese beer known for its unique flavor and a favorite among the locals.
He had been drinking since early morning. Just as he cracked it open his pole launched into the water as he forgot to set the drag, so he quickly started up the engine and followed his pole. The Azalea was pretty fast for a skiff so he quickly caught up to it pulling alongside it. He reached down to pick it up and nearly fell in.
“God Damned fish,” he yelled as he recomposed himself.
A good thirty feet in front of his pole just beneath the surface of the water he could see the metallic blue glimmer of the fish he hooked that was dragging his pole across the water effortlessly. There were cliffs up ahead he knew the fish would have to change course soon but the pole disappeared beneath the rocks.
“Well fuck me sideways and call me Suzanne. There’s a cave under there I’d bet my life on it and I am not loosing that pole.”
Harold being an ex Navy Seal could hold his breath for nearly five minutes in his younger days. He killed the engine dropped anchor and put on his mask, snorkel, fins, waterproof flashlight and diving knife then he jumped into the water.
He swam through a network of tunnels surfacing for air when he could. He swam underwater for a good two minutes when suddenly his flashlight flickered on and off then it died. Harold tried not to panic as he kept swimming. He swam faster and faster and tried to swim up hoping to find an air pocket but he hit his head on rock. He knew that if he didn’t find one soon he would drown. So he pushed on through the underwater tunnel and then in the distance he noticed a faint blue light. For a second, he panicked thinking this was it, but he swam as fast as he could towards the light and it got brighter and brighter, and then he surfaced as he gasped for air.
He was in a giant cave full of large glowing blue crystals that illuminated the cave. He climbed out of the water onto the cavern floor as he breathed air into his lungs. He stared in wonder at all the giant glowing crystals in the cave then he quickly turned his attention to the sound of something scraping against he rocks. When he looked down into the water, there was his fishing pole being dragged around the large pool. Harold could see a strange looking metallic blue fish pulling his pole around. He waited for the right moment and reached into the water pulling his pole out of the water. He quickly loosened the drag a little and started to reel in the beautiful yet strange looking fish.
“I think I got myself a new species here,” said Harold as he reeled it in.
Then suddenly the fish shot out of the water and into the air it’s metallic blue wings flapping. Harold quickly noticed that it was not a fish that he hooked but a strange creature with webbed hands and feet with sharp claws at the ends of them. It had silvery eyes and metallic blue skin. He hooked the creature through its right cheek. It sneered at Harold as he reeled it in like a kite. The sinister looking sprite fought hard as Harold continued to reel him in. The wicked pixie was about the same length as a large Tuna but it was skinny and it had gill slits in its ribs. It hissed and darted down at Harold scratching and clawing at him with its hand and feet. Leaving tiny lacerations all over his arms. Then it opened its mouth revealing row upon row of translucent blue razor sharp teeth. Harold jammed his fishing pole into the pixies mouth but it bit it in half. He then unsheathed his dive knife right as he fairy bit into his shoulder. Harold screamed so loud it echoed in the large cave. He then stabbed the sprite in its kidneys as it poured blue blood. It let out a shriek so loud that Harold quickly covered his ears dropping the knife to the floor. The sprite launched itself at Harold who put his arm out in front of him trying to hold it back. But the vile pixie bit into his arm. He could feel it cracking through his bones splintering his ulna and radius as it bit his arm off. With a burst of adrenaline he quickly picked up the knife and stabbed it through the side of the foul fairies head its wings stopped flapping as it died at the end of his blade. Harold screamed out in pain as he bled all over the cavern floor. He then tore off his shirt and wrapped his half severed arm to stop the bleeding. Seconds later a few crystals in the cavern started to resonate. Then more and more until the entire cavern was humming. Then one by one they started to shatter blue liquid and shards shot out everywhere some piercing into Harold’s skin. Each shard contained the same creature that Harold just killed.
“No,” screamed Harold as one by one the evil fairies flew down to him.
One grabbed a leg another one grabbed his arm and another his head. They ascended holding onto Harold biting chunks of flesh from his belly until his entrails fell to the floor but one fairy grabbed one side of his intestines and another fairy grabbed the other side starting a tug of war match with them. The Pixie that had hold of Harold’s arm chewed it clean off as five more pixies ate his legs. The one pixie that had hold of his head chewed right through his cervical vertebrae pulling his head off and eating out his eyeballs. The rest of Harold’s mangled lifeless body fell to the floor with a splotch leaving a heaping mass of gore behind for the flesh hungry pixies to devour until there was nigh a scrap left of poor Harold.
Azalea was floating outside the hidden cave and was later found by a local fisherman, but Harold was never heard from or seen again.
He had been drinking since early morning. Just as he cracked it open his pole launched into the water as he forgot to set the drag, so he quickly started up the engine and followed his pole. The Azalea was pretty fast for a skiff so he quickly caught up to it pulling alongside it. He reached down to pick it up and nearly fell in.
“God Damned fish,” he yelled as he recomposed himself.
A good thirty feet in front of his pole just beneath the surface of the water he could see the metallic blue glimmer of the fish he hooked that was dragging his pole across the water effortlessly. There were cliffs up ahead he knew the fish would have to change course soon but the pole disappeared beneath the rocks.
“Well fuck me sideways and call me Suzanne. There’s a cave under there I’d bet my life on it and I am not loosing that pole.”
Harold being an ex Navy Seal could hold his breath for nearly five minutes in his younger days. He killed the engine dropped anchor and put on his mask, snorkel, fins, waterproof flashlight and diving knife then he jumped into the water.
He swam through a network of tunnels surfacing for air when he could. He swam underwater for a good two minutes when suddenly his flashlight flickered on and off then it died. Harold tried not to panic as he kept swimming. He swam faster and faster and tried to swim up hoping to find an air pocket but he hit his head on rock. He knew that if he didn’t find one soon he would drown. So he pushed on through the underwater tunnel and then in the distance he noticed a faint blue light. For a second, he panicked thinking this was it, but he swam as fast as he could towards the light and it got brighter and brighter, and then he surfaced as he gasped for air.
He was in a giant cave full of large glowing blue crystals that illuminated the cave. He climbed out of the water onto the cavern floor as he breathed air into his lungs. He stared in wonder at all the giant glowing crystals in the cave then he quickly turned his attention to the sound of something scraping against he rocks. When he looked down into the water, there was his fishing pole being dragged around the large pool. Harold could see a strange looking metallic blue fish pulling his pole around. He waited for the right moment and reached into the water pulling his pole out of the water. He quickly loosened the drag a little and started to reel in the beautiful yet strange looking fish.
“I think I got myself a new species here,” said Harold as he reeled it in.
Then suddenly the fish shot out of the water and into the air it’s metallic blue wings flapping. Harold quickly noticed that it was not a fish that he hooked but a strange creature with webbed hands and feet with sharp claws at the ends of them. It had silvery eyes and metallic blue skin. He hooked the creature through its right cheek. It sneered at Harold as he reeled it in like a kite. The sinister looking sprite fought hard as Harold continued to reel him in. The wicked pixie was about the same length as a large Tuna but it was skinny and it had gill slits in its ribs. It hissed and darted down at Harold scratching and clawing at him with its hand and feet. Leaving tiny lacerations all over his arms. Then it opened its mouth revealing row upon row of translucent blue razor sharp teeth. Harold jammed his fishing pole into the pixies mouth but it bit it in half. He then unsheathed his dive knife right as he fairy bit into his shoulder. Harold screamed so loud it echoed in the large cave. He then stabbed the sprite in its kidneys as it poured blue blood. It let out a shriek so loud that Harold quickly covered his ears dropping the knife to the floor. The sprite launched itself at Harold who put his arm out in front of him trying to hold it back. But the vile pixie bit into his arm. He could feel it cracking through his bones splintering his ulna and radius as it bit his arm off. With a burst of adrenaline he quickly picked up the knife and stabbed it through the side of the foul fairies head its wings stopped flapping as it died at the end of his blade. Harold screamed out in pain as he bled all over the cavern floor. He then tore off his shirt and wrapped his half severed arm to stop the bleeding. Seconds later a few crystals in the cavern started to resonate. Then more and more until the entire cavern was humming. Then one by one they started to shatter blue liquid and shards shot out everywhere some piercing into Harold’s skin. Each shard contained the same creature that Harold just killed.
“No,” screamed Harold as one by one the evil fairies flew down to him.
One grabbed a leg another one grabbed his arm and another his head. They ascended holding onto Harold biting chunks of flesh from his belly until his entrails fell to the floor but one fairy grabbed one side of his intestines and another fairy grabbed the other side starting a tug of war match with them. The Pixie that had hold of Harold’s arm chewed it clean off as five more pixies ate his legs. The one pixie that had hold of his head chewed right through his cervical vertebrae pulling his head off and eating out his eyeballs. The rest of Harold’s mangled lifeless body fell to the floor with a splotch leaving a heaping mass of gore behind for the flesh hungry pixies to devour until there was nigh a scrap left of poor Harold.
Azalea was floating outside the hidden cave and was later found by a local fisherman, but Harold was never heard from or seen again.
END
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