She was the bait in this awful game of cat and mouse. Soon the cat would come creeping in to capture it’s prey. She just hoped the dog would come to save her before it was too late.
The fish was caught by the hook because it cannot resist the sumptuous food it offers.
Similarly we are like that.
We have lots of bait that imprison us from getting at the truth.
Rocks scattered from underneath his boots as he slowly turned to face her, echoing ominously as they bounced into the cavern. His voice rasped, breaking with uncertainty. “What are you trying to say?”
In the dim light, her smile almost looked carnivorous. She breezily supplied an answer: “That I’m the bait.”
The sound of her laughter masked the residual echoes of the falling rocks.
Bait is an interesting word. It can mean to lure a fish or to lure a person. It can be active or passive, as in I set a bait. The word bait rhymes with bate and is not known to be the root of another word off the top of my head. bait to wait
sendbits
“Okay. You go around the left corridor while I’ll bait the guards at the front entrance. Yeah?”
“Cool. Sweet. Good luck, baby.”
Coral rushed off to the front entrance, opened up her backpack, and waved the red meat at the guard dogs. “Here, doggies!” She petted them gently as they ran up to her, then captured their shape. She smiled. It was going to be an easy heist after all.
There had to be at least twenty feet of chairs and desks between them. He tried to focus on the faces of the others, the wall, even the damn window. But it was hell trying to give give a lecture with those brown doe eyes staring not-so-innocently up at him. Her lashes waved while a flash of a smooth toned thigh mocked. Her lips were far too glossy and red to be natural. He cursed himself as he stole one more glance and imagined kissing them.
in the middle of the vast
blue,
it’s floating.
limp, but present.
waiting like nothingness
for a train that will never come.
But don’t let it fool you.
One bite,
and life as you know it
is over.
the love of this world lies in the bait that they feed you to give insecurity and to give you pain with idea that you need to be challenged you need to fear and that you are not good enou
dont take the bait
The girl waited behind a lamp post, watching with a sneer on her face. The young man walked with his face down, thinking about his dilemma. Her sneer changed to a look of triumph as she dropped her wallet on the sidewalk, just before he passed her. A sure-fire bait.
She knew precisely what she was doing – of that, Elsa had absolutely no doubt at all.
Bright red lipstick and killer heels, she walked with a swagger in her step that seemed so out of place against the usual, clumsy backdrop of her memories.
Hook in hand. Reel in the ripples out to where your cheeks fill with wind and you blow out candles, you reach for the carrot, you want the prize in the trap and you lose free will. Make a wish and fish.
Who doesn’t feel like #bait at one point in their lives? Though I wonder what’s a better feeling, being bait or being that sorry bastard that takes the bait. Both are screwed in the end, and more often than not, if you’re bait, shit is already bad! @oneworddotcom @oznolem
“Oh…” Leo stared down at the freezer full of fishing bait. It was excessive, yes; but not criminal. “Well then…”
“I told you I wasn’t storing no dead girl in my freezer.” The old man glared angrily at Leo. “Now get the hell off my property and don’t come back.”
“Alright…” Leo sighed. “You have a nice day then.”
She’s the bait for the eyes of men in dark alleys
she’s the bait for the drunken calls
she’s the bait for whatever the wind may call for
she’s just wearing a skirt to feel the wind.
Lulu
I used to think “bated breath” was “baited breath”. I thought it meant telling someone something that would lead them into trouble, like your breath is the bait that will lure them into danger.
“Have you ever felt like the person who loved you, didn’t really love you?”
“Well, yeah, of course… that’s how some people are. They don’t see you as a person, not really. To them, you’re more of a sacrificial goat against their fears, their anxieties — of death, of love, whatever.”
“It’s just that sometimes I feel like bait for the jaws of some animal…”
John Doe
She didn’t like lying on the cold floorboards, prone and listless. She was about to do the unthinkable.
“Fuck off and come over here. Pick on someone your own size.”
She choked down the bile and blood she was holding in and tasted the tangible silence.
It’s often said that fake bait works better than the real deal. Flashier. Like porn. Like supermodels. Like the loud best friend of that one girl who doesn’t quite get when they talk about how, no, you cannot hug an entire town together with its streets and buildings.
to bait someone can be an interesting exercise but only if you’re willing to see it through because otherwise you get bored very easily like now and then it is also used for fishing
Lynne
hate to go fishing in this cold. i can only think of worms and the blue colour in the water and the green seaweed my bait would float around in. water reflections. time passing. trees, wind, catfish. its a bleary day, fog.
unclemum
I am not going to be the bait for others. The bait is on the rod, The fish is fooled by the bai ton the rod of the line.
gina
anclada en un cebo
quieta
ciega
sorda
no consigo detener el
balanceo
del mar
quieta
ciega
vieja
An old man sat at the edge of a peer; his hook freshly baited. He swung his rod back, thrusting it forward to hear the clunk of the hook in the water, seeing the bobber bob calmly to the waves that glided along
Jyl
i’m feeling kinda bad with you
i’m feeling kinda sad in you
it’s just a pain to always say
you know i’m like a bait to fish
this relationship, bait and switch
our little day is one long day
left outside, stay inside
you’re never bright
but always right
i never stay you never came
matt m
he tries to bait her but it doesnt work, he’s trained her to control her anger. her temper comes from saiyan blood and its cost intel before.
The bait was set. “We might die here.” I said, turning to her. “Maybe.” Her tone was coloured with amusement. “Either way,” She gestured to the pile of writhing bodies, set out for our monster. I’d become numb to their screams hours ago. “This should be good.”
Tara P
I took the bait. My life isn’t mine any longer. I look around this room, the one I will never escape and think of the time that has escaped me. We all want something and what I wanted was to be here. All of that time to wind up here in this spot.
I’m what they want
tasty morsel
fit for a king
taken whole
or bite size pieces
sliced and diced
to suit the need
cast upon the waters
left to drift alone
“Thanks guys! Really, this is great, I love being used as bait for a psychopathic serial killer.” James said, voice dripping with sarcasm.”Oh shush, ya big baby, it’ll be over soon,” Sam said, glancing at his phone. “Plus, we won’t anything happen to you, well, nothing should happen to you if this goes along as planned.”
“Should?You’re betting my life on a possibility it ‘could happen’ ? ”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine”
James sighed exasperatedly. “I sure hope you’re right”
Then they waited.
And here you are again. Circling. Laying your bait. Sideways glances, the slightest of touches where you shouldn’t touch me and then your breath on my neck as your wife leaves the room and you lean in to tell me you are going to take me on the balcony. This is moral suicide. The most wrong of all wrongs and yet I shamefully surrender, because I have no will. I am addicted to the heavenly touch of your body and to the hypnotic sound of your voice.
It seemed unlikely that they’d take the bait, it was all to obvious if you knew what was going on. But, with the trap set and the eyes fixed on the prize, the lure was working. What could she do but stop breathing? The moments in between were an eternity, but closer it was coming. She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t turn away. She couldn’t look anymore. She shut her eyes and took a deep, quiet breath.
A second chance… She opened her eyes, and there he was, looking directly at her. She screamed and jumped backwards, but they surrounded her. “This is a nice trap you’ve set for us.” He grazed his finger across her writhing face. “Too bad you didn’t realize that it was really a trap for you.”
It seemed unlikely that they’d take the bait, it was all to obvious if you knew what was going on. But, with the trap set and the eyes fixed on the prize, the lure was working. What could she do but stop breathing? The moments in between were an eternity, but closer it was coming. She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t turn away. She couldn’t look anymore. She shut her eyes and took a deep, quiet breath.
Was it all just a trick? How many times have you done this before? Enough to string me along long enough for you to be satisfied, it seems. And now looking back, I see that you never meant a word you said. There was no love, no trust, no emotion in this relationship. There was only you, and what you wanted. But you knew exactly what I wanted. And you knew how to keep a promise unfulfilled in such a way that I would believe you. You played right into my heart, and I fell for your bait, hook, line and sinker.
“hurry up and just go” the man growled at me, his muscles flexed as he grabbed my small arm. I felt fear fling itself at me and grip my throat tightly. I couldn’t go out into that. It was a battlefield.
I was meant to distract the leader, the vampire leader, so my wolf ‘friend’ here could kill him. The plan was ludicrous… But it was the only one we had to.
rachey
It’s like he was using me as his bait. I felt like a slimy sticky worm in a bucket full of other worms and I can tell you right now it wasn’t a good feeling. I could feel his grubby rough hands sticking me onto that pointy hook and I got one last look at him before me threw me out into the ocean of bitter heartless fish waiting to feast.
Bait. Bait immediately makes me thing of jail bait, a term that I was often associated with. Not because I sought after older men, or anything of the like, but because as a young girl I looked much older than I was. This is a reflection of the corruption of society. I was criticized for something I could not change.
He strung the bait on the hook with the expertise that only came from years of fishing experience. He was the best fisherman in the village, because he didn’t let his hunger distract him. The hard knot of his stomach drove him instead.
Kristin
Do not take the bait.
I have to –
Do NOT take the bait. Okay? She’s hungry for you. Hungry with fangs. If you open that door, if you walk into that room…
I love her –
IF YOU WALK INTO THAT ROOM, you will not be safe. You will be a frayed salmon in the claws of a bear. You will feel steel on your furry throat like a rat in a mousetrap. Do not take the bait. Do not bite the hook. Do not.
I –
DO NOT.
Belinda Roddie
the thing you do to entice people like wolf of wall street and the this is used to for naive be playying you. the person does not they are being used
She was the bait in this awful game of cat and mouse. Soon the cat would come creeping in to capture it’s prey. She just hoped the dog would come to save her before it was too late.
The fish was caught by the hook because it cannot resist the sumptuous food it offers.
Similarly we are like that.
We have lots of bait that imprison us from getting at the truth.
Rocks scattered from underneath his boots as he slowly turned to face her, echoing ominously as they bounced into the cavern. His voice rasped, breaking with uncertainty. “What are you trying to say?”
In the dim light, her smile almost looked carnivorous. She breezily supplied an answer: “That I’m the bait.”
The sound of her laughter masked the residual echoes of the falling rocks.
Bait is an interesting word. It can mean to lure a fish or to lure a person. It can be active or passive, as in I set a bait. The word bait rhymes with bate and is not known to be the root of another word off the top of my head. bait to wait
“Okay. You go around the left corridor while I’ll bait the guards at the front entrance. Yeah?”
“Cool. Sweet. Good luck, baby.”
Coral rushed off to the front entrance, opened up her backpack, and waved the red meat at the guard dogs. “Here, doggies!” She petted them gently as they ran up to her, then captured their shape. She smiled. It was going to be an easy heist after all.
There had to be at least twenty feet of chairs and desks between them. He tried to focus on the faces of the others, the wall, even the damn window. But it was hell trying to give give a lecture with those brown doe eyes staring not-so-innocently up at him. Her lashes waved while a flash of a smooth toned thigh mocked. Her lips were far too glossy and red to be natural. He cursed himself as he stole one more glance and imagined kissing them.
in the middle of the vast
blue,
it’s floating.
limp, but present.
waiting like nothingness
for a train that will never come.
But don’t let it fool you.
One bite,
and life as you know it
is over.
the love of this world lies in the bait that they feed you to give insecurity and to give you pain with idea that you need to be challenged you need to fear and that you are not good enou
dont take the bait
Shark bait hoo haha.
The girl waited behind a lamp post, watching with a sneer on her face. The young man walked with his face down, thinking about his dilemma. Her sneer changed to a look of triumph as she dropped her wallet on the sidewalk, just before he passed her. A sure-fire bait.
She knew precisely what she was doing – of that, Elsa had absolutely no doubt at all.
Bright red lipstick and killer heels, she walked with a swagger in her step that seemed so out of place against the usual, clumsy backdrop of her memories.
Anna was looking to //kill that night, and Elsa…
Well, she was helpless against her charms.
Hook in hand. Reel in the ripples out to where your cheeks fill with wind and you blow out candles, you reach for the carrot, you want the prize in the trap and you lose free will. Make a wish and fish.
Who doesn’t feel like #bait at one point in their lives? Though I wonder what’s a better feeling, being bait or being that sorry bastard that takes the bait. Both are screwed in the end, and more often than not, if you’re bait, shit is already bad! @oneworddotcom @oznolem
“Oh…” Leo stared down at the freezer full of fishing bait. It was excessive, yes; but not criminal. “Well then…”
“I told you I wasn’t storing no dead girl in my freezer.” The old man glared angrily at Leo. “Now get the hell off my property and don’t come back.”
“Alright…” Leo sighed. “You have a nice day then.”
She’s the bait for the eyes of men in dark alleys
she’s the bait for the drunken calls
she’s the bait for whatever the wind may call for
she’s just wearing a skirt to feel the wind.
I used to think “bated breath” was “baited breath”. I thought it meant telling someone something that would lead them into trouble, like your breath is the bait that will lure them into danger.
“Have you ever felt like the person who loved you, didn’t really love you?”
“Well, yeah, of course… that’s how some people are. They don’t see you as a person, not really. To them, you’re more of a sacrificial goat against their fears, their anxieties — of death, of love, whatever.”
“It’s just that sometimes I feel like bait for the jaws of some animal…”
She didn’t like lying on the cold floorboards, prone and listless. She was about to do the unthinkable.
“Fuck off and come over here. Pick on someone your own size.”
She choked down the bile and blood she was holding in and tasted the tangible silence.
It’s often said that fake bait works better than the real deal. Flashier. Like porn. Like supermodels. Like the loud best friend of that one girl who doesn’t quite get when they talk about how, no, you cannot hug an entire town together with its streets and buildings.
to bait someone can be an interesting exercise but only if you’re willing to see it through because otherwise you get bored very easily like now and then it is also used for fishing
hate to go fishing in this cold. i can only think of worms and the blue colour in the water and the green seaweed my bait would float around in. water reflections. time passing. trees, wind, catfish. its a bleary day, fog.
I am not going to be the bait for others. The bait is on the rod, The fish is fooled by the bai ton the rod of the line.
anclada en un cebo
quieta
ciega
sorda
no consigo detener el
balanceo
del mar
quieta
ciega
vieja
An old man sat at the edge of a peer; his hook freshly baited. He swung his rod back, thrusting it forward to hear the clunk of the hook in the water, seeing the bobber bob calmly to the waves that glided along
i’m feeling kinda bad with you
i’m feeling kinda sad in you
it’s just a pain to always say
you know i’m like a bait to fish
this relationship, bait and switch
our little day is one long day
left outside, stay inside
you’re never bright
but always right
i never stay you never came
he tries to bait her but it doesnt work, he’s trained her to control her anger. her temper comes from saiyan blood and its cost intel before.
The bait was set. “We might die here.” I said, turning to her. “Maybe.” Her tone was coloured with amusement. “Either way,” She gestured to the pile of writhing bodies, set out for our monster. I’d become numb to their screams hours ago. “This should be good.”
I took the bait. My life isn’t mine any longer. I look around this room, the one I will never escape and think of the time that has escaped me. We all want something and what I wanted was to be here. All of that time to wind up here in this spot.
I’m what they want
tasty morsel
fit for a king
taken whole
or bite size pieces
sliced and diced
to suit the need
cast upon the waters
left to drift alone
“Thanks guys! Really, this is great, I love being used as bait for a psychopathic serial killer.” James said, voice dripping with sarcasm.”Oh shush, ya big baby, it’ll be over soon,” Sam said, glancing at his phone. “Plus, we won’t anything happen to you, well, nothing should happen to you if this goes along as planned.”
“Should?You’re betting my life on a possibility it ‘could happen’ ? ”
Sam rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine”
James sighed exasperatedly. “I sure hope you’re right”
Then they waited.
And here you are again. Circling. Laying your bait. Sideways glances, the slightest of touches where you shouldn’t touch me and then your breath on my neck as your wife leaves the room and you lean in to tell me you are going to take me on the balcony. This is moral suicide. The most wrong of all wrongs and yet I shamefully surrender, because I have no will. I am addicted to the heavenly touch of your body and to the hypnotic sound of your voice.
It seemed unlikely that they’d take the bait, it was all to obvious if you knew what was going on. But, with the trap set and the eyes fixed on the prize, the lure was working. What could she do but stop breathing? The moments in between were an eternity, but closer it was coming. She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t turn away. She couldn’t look anymore. She shut her eyes and took a deep, quiet breath.
A second chance… She opened her eyes, and there he was, looking directly at her. She screamed and jumped backwards, but they surrounded her. “This is a nice trap you’ve set for us.” He grazed his finger across her writhing face. “Too bad you didn’t realize that it was really a trap for you.”
It seemed unlikely that they’d take the bait, it was all to obvious if you knew what was going on. But, with the trap set and the eyes fixed on the prize, the lure was working. What could she do but stop breathing? The moments in between were an eternity, but closer it was coming. She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t turn away. She couldn’t look anymore. She shut her eyes and took a deep, quiet breath.
Was it all just a trick? How many times have you done this before? Enough to string me along long enough for you to be satisfied, it seems. And now looking back, I see that you never meant a word you said. There was no love, no trust, no emotion in this relationship. There was only you, and what you wanted. But you knew exactly what I wanted. And you knew how to keep a promise unfulfilled in such a way that I would believe you. You played right into my heart, and I fell for your bait, hook, line and sinker.
“hurry up and just go” the man growled at me, his muscles flexed as he grabbed my small arm. I felt fear fling itself at me and grip my throat tightly. I couldn’t go out into that. It was a battlefield.
I was meant to distract the leader, the vampire leader, so my wolf ‘friend’ here could kill him. The plan was ludicrous… But it was the only one we had to.
It’s like he was using me as his bait. I felt like a slimy sticky worm in a bucket full of other worms and I can tell you right now it wasn’t a good feeling. I could feel his grubby rough hands sticking me onto that pointy hook and I got one last look at him before me threw me out into the ocean of bitter heartless fish waiting to feast.
Bait. Bait immediately makes me thing of jail bait, a term that I was often associated with. Not because I sought after older men, or anything of the like, but because as a young girl I looked much older than I was. This is a reflection of the corruption of society. I was criticized for something I could not change.
He strung the bait on the hook with the expertise that only came from years of fishing experience. He was the best fisherman in the village, because he didn’t let his hunger distract him. The hard knot of his stomach drove him instead.
Do not take the bait.
I have to –
Do NOT take the bait. Okay? She’s hungry for you. Hungry with fangs. If you open that door, if you walk into that room…
I love her –
IF YOU WALK INTO THAT ROOM, you will not be safe. You will be a frayed salmon in the claws of a bear. You will feel steel on your furry throat like a rat in a mousetrap. Do not take the bait. Do not bite the hook. Do not.
I –
DO NOT.
the thing you do to entice people like wolf of wall street and the this is used to for naive be playying you. the person does not they are being used