Five Enticing Stories

By Gordon Morse

Did you ever wonder what would happen if the sun got stuck while setting? Ever catch a fish larger than the boat? Talk to the birds on evolution? Where do you find accommodations at Midnight on a small island? Or talk to 150 year old girls? Sit back and read with enjoyment as I take you on a journey of discovery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gordon Morse
• Release date: Sep 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311722652

Gordon Morse

Gordon Morse was born in Hawaii in 1927. He spent his entire life in the islands other than college years at St Olaf College in Minnesota and Boston University in Mass. From 1950 - 1968 he was the Photo-Journalist of The Honolulu Advertiser on Oahu. Covering news articles including, Astronaut Training in the Pacific prior to the first moon landing, All Volcano Eruptions from 1955 to the present, First submarine missile launch in the Pacific, and many others. Gordon married Joann Morse in 1951 and they had 4 children. He currently has 11 Grandchildren and 3 Great Grandchildren. In 1968 he retired from the everyday newspaper writing and started the first RV Camper Rental Company in the State of Hawaii. Extending this service to supplying housing, food service, and transportation to remote locations across the Hawaii Island including the Mauna Kea Observatory development sites. Upon retirement in 1985 Gordon and his wife opened their estate at Volcano, Hawaii - just outside the Volcanoes National Park - into a Bed & Breakfast Inn. This allowed Gordon to spend more time to revert back to his love of writing. He has 14 written books in paper form for sale at this time.

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Short Stories to Tickle your Fantasy

By Gordon Morse

Photos by Gordon Morse

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Copyright 2015 Gordon R Morse

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Stories

One Sunset

Na-Na the Nene

Tuesday and Friday House

The Monster Marlin

King of the Mist

One Sunset

Bobby and I walked along a beach on the Oregon coast. We kicked over little clumps of purple seaweed to see if any creepy-crawly things were hiding under them.

It was near evening. We passed the time waiting for the sun to turn either red or yellow before sinking behind the spikes of rock and the sea. We wanted to experience the famous beach.

Bobby, what are you good for besides walking on the beach with your grandpa? I asked.

I can dress myself, said Bobby, giving me a smile that radiated out of his freckled round face.

No, no I said, What I meant was, what do you do for other people that is worthy of your being here on earth?

I take out the rubbish to the trash can when mother tells me to, said Bobby.

Is that all?

Oh no. I feed my dog Rufus. I pick up the mess in my room. I stop watching T.V and go to bed when I’m told.

When will you do something really great? Like something that will be written up in the newspapers. Some act that will benefit a lot of people.

Most likely when I get out of college, said Bobby buttoning up his yellow sweater because the breeze was cooling as the sun neared the horizon.

We left the beach and scrambled to the top of a sand dune to get a better view of the sunset. Before us stood two dark spires called Haystack Rock. The tide was in and the shallow water lapping the beach before us showed wavelets about a foot high. Beyond was a restless expanse of ocean ending in a thin line that marked the end of the earth; as far as our eyes were concerned?

The many colored ball of sun moved closer to the horizon. It showed a white center with two glowing circles of yellow radiating outward around it. A band of pinkish cloud lay over the horizon. A ray of color came across the shallow water lapping the beach. It came straight at Bobby and me.

Suddenly it appeared as if the sun stopped setting. Much like when you take a picture of such a sunset, print and frame it, and enjoy it forever. It simply hung in the sky.

Several minutes went by and still the sun did not move.

It’s stuck, said Bobby.

Oh, it can’t be. I said. It’s just giving us the appearance of lingering there before dropping into the ocean.

No, no, it’s stuck, and can’t go any further down. Does this mean there won’t be any night? Bobby stood up. His chubby body seemed to tremble as if he was suddenly cold.

I also got up. Even though my tanned face was half hidden by a neatly trimmed white beard, I could sense that Bobby had noticed a growing question mark in