Blood Brothers: A Narrative Fiction

A fisherman sits in his boat on the open sea, alone save for the fish below the water’s surface. The calmness of the ocean is disrupted by something underneath, something big. Fear seeps through the fisherman’s heart as he sees the shiny gray dorsal fin pierce the sun-glinted surface of the ocean. The creature stops its ritual and pulls its head out of the water, revealing the face of a great white: scars from countless battles in the ocean’s depths, a mouth full of lethal daggers, and dark, savage eyes.

My brother hopped out and got a few rods and a tackle box out. “Come on, Jay is already at the end,” he said as he rushed to the entrance and paid 18$ for both of us to fish until 7 the next morning. I stepped onto the pier and was shocked to see so many people of all ages, sizes, races. The pier was old and worn out, creaking with each careful step I took. The shine of the moonlight reflecting off the pier and the water gave the pier a somewhat scary but welcoming feeling. We walked down to the very end and met up with Jay. He had a giant cooler filled with squid and other types of fish to use as bait, and a gigantic battle rod. “What’s up man?” Mitchell exclaimed and hugged Jay. “Ready to try to teach this little one how to fish?” my brother laughed as they both looked at me awkwardly standing there not knowing what to do. It was around six at night and the pier was still pretty packed, but people were starting to pack up and

He nodded, looking in his bag and seeing the bare minimum for dinner. “It’s enough for us.” Charles handed it to her, and she headed off outside to the market.

In Elizabeth Bishop's "The Fish," Bishop uses vivid imagery, and diction to allow the reader to picture the fish and create a connection with him, one of respect and admiration for him. The reader's mental image of the fish's struggles and appearance are so vibrant that the reader cannot help but believe that this fish could very well be real.

In quite shock the narrator slowly pushes the rod close towards the stern. This decision seems like a wise idea in the panicking mind of the narrator. Though because of this action instead of removing the line from the water a large bass grabs hold of the line. He notices his rod bow but fortunately Sheila notices nothing. The bass is huge and would be one of the narrators biggest catches ever, unfortunately the narrator is with Sheila who finds fishing dumb. He resist the urge to pick up the rod. The fish holds tight to the line. The narrator does everything in his power to remove the fish with out letting Sheila know. He end ups having to cut the line of the rod and let the fish swim away. The whole night he had payed no attention to Sheila because he was worried about what she might think if she knew that he fished. Sheila later tells the narrator that he is a funny kid and that she is going home with Eric Caswell. The narrator later realized that because he cared what Sheila thought he lost a great catch and in the same night he lost Sheila because she was an aloof girl who cared more for the rich boy in the

In the short story, “Fish Story,” Rick Bass uses suspense and conflict to strengthen the plot. The father advised his ten year old son to keep watering the 86-pound catfish for the barbeque party later that evening. Throughout the day, many people come to see the “swollen, gasping grotesque netherworld” and “monstrosity” of a fish, including the family who caught the fish to repay their debt of $67 (Bass, 2009, pg. 1).

She questions how she could convey her excitement when it came to her turn to catching a fish and recalls it was the “white twisting fish” that hauled up onto the boat. By doing this, she paints a clear picture for the readers to vision themselves in the moment that was the peak of her passion. She was fond of the moment until her father opinionated that he “[doesn’t] like to see fish caught.” Instead of reasoning with her father, she realizes that it was simply a statement of his own feeling and ultimately it was her decision if to continue fishing. She claims her passion for fishing “slowly extinguished” from the words of her father.

“Are you okay? You seem quiet.” Bender mumbled as he watched me carefully after I didn’t say anything for another minute.

This shows the amount of consideration that the boy puts into the fish. He sees it as more than that of a meal or payment of a debt. He continues to connect

Once the speaker has caught the fish, Bishop gives us the impression that the fish does not have the will to fight because he is too old and tired to even try. "He didn't fight. He hadn't fought at all.  (lines 5-6) The speaker then begins to scrutinize the fish. Although initially the speaker seems to find the fish repulsive, closer inspection reveals an inconspicuous beauty. Bishop acknowledges the speaker's appreciation for the fish's beauty by drawing an image with her words. "He was speckled with barnacles, fine rosettes of lime.  (line

Tom slowly rolled onto his back, his breath catching in his throat as a sharp pain flared in his ribs. “I’m fine,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“It’ll be okay, ‘zil. I promise,” he whispered, trying to sound reassuring. She shuddered slightly, but otherwise remained still.

After he ordered, Mrs. Johnson told her that she would be paying for his food. Mrs. Johnson tipped more than usual and the waitress did not know what to say, so she chose to say nothing. Before Mrs. Johnson left, she said goodbye to Mark, left him with a Charleston Chew, and was on her way.

The magically magnified shouts of his grandmother woke Talisman from the warm daze he had been enjoying by the creek. He heaved a deep breath in, and rolled over onto his side to admire the beautifully pigmented fish gilding through the crystal-clear water.

“Fanny, would you mind bringing me a fresh cup of coffee?” She called from the patio.