These are a small collections of short stories I wrote for fun. To some they may seem dumb or stupid or silly or funny. But I just wrote it to have fun, and so please reply. Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1 The Fisherman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Sunday morning a young but keen fishermen slept under an oak tree, a fishing pool dangled in between his big toes. His back rested the trees lower half, one leg over the other, his hat he earned from the freaky forester covered half his face. A perfect day nevertheless to fish. On a Sunday, most people normally attended church. He hated church, and vowed never to go. He eventually did, but thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s not part of the story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As he was sleeping he jolted up from what seemed like a nightmare, but more of a silly dream of him seeing his father again. He slid over and splashed his face with water. Than noticed his reflection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was fifteen, and on the slender side. Average height, but he never expected to grow anymore. His hair was a lighter brown color, and had the blues eyes, that attracted girls like the nectar in flower attracted a bee. He had Freckles that seemed like they were sprinkled over his nose. He was only wearing some old pants that covered half of his shins and nothing else.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Days were hot in the summer. And it never really bothered him. His skin was tan, so he hardly ever get sun burned. Moving back over to his resting spot, to notice his fishing pool missing. It was floating in the water. He must of kicked it. He sighed and got up and notice the pole was swerving right and left in the water. He slowly graved the pole and felt a tug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally! He thought, and started reeling in. The fish seemed to be a lot stronger than expected, as it dragged him deeper in the water. Slower and deeper, the water started to reach his neck so there was no more fooling around he decided. So now he got serious fought back. He was swinging his arms and walking backwards, a funny it was, but for him, this meant dinner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fish was fighting just as hard. As it exploded out of the water. He marveled at how large it was, and estimated the fish being four and half feet in length and weighting over 150 pounds. He imagined it being thousands of years old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Surprisingly he was beating the old a fish and dragged it to land. The old thing didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t flop or wiggle. He felt sort of bad for it. But the guilt, faded as he imagined the riches heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d earn for it. Or better yet the food supply. He just stared at it panting, sweat pouring from the side of his face, along with his huge smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAmazing Fish you got there!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Cleaned this thread off~ Be nice :) If you care to argue P.M. each other but keep it off these boards.