Teeth by Lee Pletzers

Short story: A father and son fishing trip takes a turn for the worse


Taking his son fishing shouldn't have turned into a nightmare...but it did. 
A creatures from an unknown region escapes the gate keeper and is caught by a little boy out fishing with his dad...and all hell breaks loose.

Genre: FICTION / Horror

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Occult & Supernatural

Language: English


Word Count: 4821

Sales info:

Released in 2012

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Sample text:

Dark clouds blanketed the sky dulling the afternoon light. My feet dangled off the edge of the dock. The day hadn’t turned out sunny like I hoped, but it was warm despite the clouds. Summer was in full swing, and it brought humidity by the bucketful. My shirt hung open, while my son's Simpson shirt lay discarded on the dock, next to the fishing tackle. Joe was only six and the rod in his hands looked enormous. His gaze was fixed on the softly lapping water. Poking out of his pants pocket was a plastic bag for our catch. It was still empty.

The end of my pole bobbed. I checked on the floater, it dipped under the water and quickly sprang up and rested on the soft currents of the ocean. Damn. Bet the bait is gone.


Little Joe was battling a bent rod.

"I got a monster."

"It's a big one," I said. The rod was seriously bent and jerked left and right. "Need a hand?"

Joe's face was a tight grimace of concentration; beads of sweat spotted his forehead. "Nah," he said. "I got this mother."

I blinked, unable to believe what came from his mouth. "Excuse me?" My tone was a mixture of surprise and shock and it carried a warning.

"Sorry Dad."

I was fine with that.

The rod went still, but it remained bent like a crippled man. The fish was motionless, not even the line moved, held taunt in a straight line. The seagulls were silent. They hawked all day until now. Scanning the sky and the rocks on the other side of the bay near the point, I couldn't see a single feathered fiend or friend. The clouds too were without motion. Everything was still, even the air. Something was wrong. I felt it deep inside churning my gut and twisting my nerves into knots.  

"Dad, help me."

Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

Already translated. Translated by Hanène Baatout
Author review:
Top-notch work.
Fantastic translator
I recommend Hanene for all your translation needs.
Already translated. Translated by Elena Accardi
Author review:
Great translator.
I appreciate the time and energy she put into this story. She's a great communicator and she did an excellent job.
Highly recommended.
Already translated. Translated by Elaine de Macedo
Author review:
Excellent all round. Good communication and translation.
Highly recommended.
Already translated. Translated by Marcos Rodrigues da Silva Pimentel
Author review:
A beautiful translation. Marcos went above and beyond the call of duty. Excellent translator.
Highly recommended.
Thanks again Marcos

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