26 April 2024

Published April 24, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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The following is admittedly a seven-year-old rerun. I’ve been extremely distracted of late and didn’t feel I could get away with another “my muse didn’t show up story.”…which she didn’t. 😉

Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

FAMILY TREE

“‘And they lived happily ever after.’” Leah shut the storybook.

Shifra’s raisin-brown eyes, round as bottle caps, sparkled. “Bubbie? Did you love Grandpa at first sight?”

“He was only eight when we met. Mama took him in…hid him from the khappers, bad men who snatched little Jewish boys from their homes and made them serve twenty-five years in the Czar’s army.”

“Did she hide him in the closet?”

“No she was smart, my Mama.”

“He was like your brother, right?”

Leah pointed to a tintype on the table of two little bonneted girls and grinned. “More like my sister.“

*****

Below is my first attempt at creating a reel on Canva and posting it to Instagram. It works on my end if I click the picture. Let me know how it works for you.

The ebook can be preordered HERE, HERE and HERE! Release Date is June 4! If you’re not an ebook fan, paperback and hard back copies will be available on and after June 4! 😀

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19 April 2024

Published April 17, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Non-Function
Word Count: 100

AROUND THE BLOCK

Who chose this prompt anyway? Oh, yeah. I have only myself to blame. Not only did I post this photo, I snapped it as well. It’s one of those cute little shops in the Cotton Exchange in Wilmington, North Carolina.

One would think, given the place’s rich history, I could find something to write about.

Lemme see. I could write about the Chinese Laundry that resided there in the early 1900s. Or what about the barber shop that was destroyed in a fire? Nope. Google’s leading me nowhere and my mind’s stuck in neutral.

Sorry, y’all. Nothing to read here.

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WE HAVE A BOOK!

LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE is still set for release June 4th. But this past weekend I received two hardback author copies of the book at our Ozarks Writers League conference. My publisher had a few advance copies for sale as well. 😀 The first autographed copy goes to my husband. 😉

12 April 2024

Published April 10, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Anecdote
Word Count: 100

IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO PROCRASTINATE

“It’s time to clean this cluttered basement.” Stacks of boxes from our last move wait on shelves to be gone through—later.

Opening a cardboard box, I sneeze at the musty odor. I pick up a tattered paperback and thumb through its yellowed pages.

Bunnicula.

How my now-grown son and I laughed at the antics of the family pets. I lose myself in the adventures of the dog, cat and, of course, the titular vegetable-sucking vampire rabbit.

“Look at the time.” I return the novel to the box. “I’ll get back to cleaning—later.”

Note: Bunnicula was a fun read. And my story is true. I really could use some organizational help here. 😉

And on the subject of books:

My book LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE is available for ebook preorder on the following sights: HERE, HERE and HERE! Release Date is June 4! If you’re not an ebook fan, paperback and hard back copies will be available on and after that date. 😀

5 April 2024

Published April 3, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Current Fiction
Word Count: 100

BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT

Standing on the ship’s deck, Marissa enjoyed the warm sea breeze and glittering city lights as they approached the famous bridge.

Her boyfriend’s breath heated her neck. “Marissa, may I ask you a question?”

“David, can’t it wait?”

“No.”

She turned to see he’d dropped down on one knee, holding an open velvet box. The diamond sparkled. Her heart thumped.

Two years later, cradling her infant son, her heart thumped as the image of that same bridge collapsing into the Patapsco River crossed her television screen. Her stomach sank with it. “David, come see this!”

“Marissa, can’t it wait?”

“No.”

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29 March 2024

Published March 27, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Here it is! The official cover of LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE, due out sometime in May or June. The poem in the following story is the beginning of the book and one that I actually wrote when I was in the midst of the battle.

Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

HIS SUCCESS STORY

The Dancer

The steps used to

Be simple,

Every leap and turn;

Graceful, exultant dance.

But now

Annie leads me to murky depths

Of despair

And

Threatens,

In the most literal sense,

To devour

Soul, spirit, and body.

I’m tortured by

Pain on the faces of those

Who care.

Helpless to halt this

Insane choreography

I seek resolution

Via self-destruction.

After reading my poem, Wayne asked, “What do you hope to accomplish by starving yourself to death?”

“They’ll be better off without me.”

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In Memory of Wayne Clinton Witcher, my ever-patient therapist. I will always consider myself your success story.

22 March 2024

Published March 20, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

LOWER EAST SIDE STORY

Sean eyed the pink meat mixed with potatoes and cabbage on his plate. “What’s this? Sure it’s not bacon.”

“Rachel Weinberg at the Kosher butcher shop suggested using this instead. It’s called corned beef.” Mary cut up small pieces for Baby James. “It’s ever so much cheaper than bacon. Rachel says it’s good on a slice of rye bread.”

Sean popped a forkful into his mouth. He savored the salty meat on his tongue and grinned.

With her hands on her hips, Mary arched a thin eyebrow and asked, “Well?”

“A slice of heaven, me bride. A slice of heaven.”

*Who nu? The traditional St. Patrick’s Day fare tht’s delicious all year round has Jewish roots. So Shalom and Begorrah!

And for the fun of it, here’s the LINK to a related story from a few years back. Enjoy the read. 😀

15 March 2024

Published March 13, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

PUBERTY

We went to Miami Beach the year I turned fourteen.

My first trip to the sea.

I had never seen such a great expanse of water.

The rush of waves crashing against the shore quenched my thirsty ears.

Ultimate peace.

However…

Hormones raged.

Everything went wrong that summer. I didn’t have a Twiggy figure.

My curly hair required constant ironing.

I hated myself and everyone around me.

As the years passed

I worked diligently to make peace with myself.

Water will always be my solace.

Looking back,

I ask myself, if I had it to do over again, would I?

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A bit of a sneak preview. Waiting for the blurb for the back cover.

8 March 2024

Published March 6, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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With my novel LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE coming out soon (sorry no date) and my total lack of inspiration this morning, I’m posting an edited snippet. Irma is based on an actual person whose name I don’t recall so her identity is safe with me. 😉

Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

NEW BEGINNINGS

Elise lay on her bed, exhausted from her first twenty-four hours on EDU.

Trying to shrug off the shame of letting down one of her closest friends, she drank in the delicious scent of the blooms on the nightstand. “Nothing says spring like daffodils.”

It was sweet of her coworkers to send them up. She reread the card that said, “Fight the good fight. We love you.”

“Make sure you never set them where Irma can see ‘em,” said Elise’s roommate. “She goes bonkers around flowers.”

“Why?”

“I’ll let her tell it. We’re supposed to concentrate on our own stories.”

*Note EDU stands for “Eating Disorder Unit.”

A nod to my friend and fellow author Kathleen M. Rodgers who shares my love of daffodils and understands Elise better than most.

1 March 2024

Published February 28, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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I admit, my story’s connection to the prompt is tenuous at best. But it’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Genre: Pure Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

YES VIRGINIA, THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS

The minister summed it up as she delivered his eulogy with, “This sucks.”

I couldn’t agree more. Santa Claus isn’t supposed to die.

That’s who my friend and high school classmate was to the hundreds of children he enthralled with his mellifluous, “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Two years ago in a cheerful conversation, he told me he’d been diagnosed with cancer, but he and his doctor were optimistic. Remission was almost a certainty.

Then a couple of months ago, I received that dreaded phone call from him. “I’m calling a few people…”

“Farewell, John. You made me believe in Santa Claus.”

Taken four years ago. He was coming from one of his housecalls.

John was Santa all year round.

23 February 2024

Published February 21, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

HOMECOMING

Cradling her infant son in her arms, Savannah’s heart swelled as her husband Emmet hammered the final nail into their cabin. After grueling weeks of travel in a covered wagon, she relished the warm Kansas breeze on her face.

Emmet walked backward to admire his handiwork. “It ain’t a palace, but it’s ours.”

The newborn squirmed and nuzzled Savannah’s breast. She gazed at his round bronze cheeks with pride.

“No more auction block of us, my little angel. We home now.”

“Freedom!” Encircling his arm around her, Emmet grinned. “Our own stores. Our own church. Our own town. Nicodemus, Kansas.

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