Night Hunting :_'Fishing'_Lianna's Special Gift_The Forgettable
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Night Hunting :
(Prologue) And taking my heart in my head, I knocked on the window……Sorry, this is not the way to begin a story, I reckon. So, let me begin at the beginning.On a starry night when there was a bright silver mwww.onedoor.ccoon out in the sky, I was out on a mission. As the moon cast a hypnotic spell over the tall trees and the gurgling stream passing underneath, lending a magical feeling to the atmosphere, I knew that I had to accomplish my mission that very night or never. I had been hiding in the cowshed for nearly an hour. In the dark, I could make out the silhouettes of the cattle. They were very quiet bu...
'Fishing'
‘FISHING’ A SHORT STORY BY TIM ROBERTS Paul sat at the edge of the Nature Reserve pond on his khaki camp chair, surrounded by his fishing tackle. The gingham blanket was littered with reels and flies and hooks and floats and sinkers - all overflowing from his customised tool box which also housed the all-important tubs of maggots.Wednesday. His Wednesday. The day he got to himself, that was the deal. Far from errands and rows and stress. Far from the Madding Crowd, he thought to himself as he chomped on an egg and tomato sandwich and took a swig out of his tartan thermos as he steadied his rod...
Lianna's Special Gift
Lianna was a quiet girl, who most people thought wasn’t very smart and was very shy. But, in reality, she was one of the smartest kids in her class of the 7th grade. And, she was shy, but she would talk to those kids who talked to her, and to the teachers who asked her questions. She got teased a lot because she repeated things, but it was her way of remembering the “important” things, like: people’s addresses and phone numbers, her friend’s birthdays, what time her favorite TV shows were on, and when her best friend would be coming over to play with her that week. What most people didn’t know...
The Forgettable
Silence they say is not for the weak-minded. It tends to bring up memories long forgotten or suppressed. I can’t help think that they never came back because I was not worth the distinction of remembrance. I am currently lying on a stope of the back door of a fast-food restaurant waiting for a fresh batch of food remains that will be the first meal I have had since three days ago. Though of late the garbage clearance routine has changed. This is of course due to the current pandemic that has led to the people avoiding the central business district. It is not all bad though. I have been able to...