4 December 2020

Published December 2, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

WHITE SWAN

On their flight to Oslo, Sonja rested against Niels’ shoulder. “My hero, my big brother taught me to fall. Leif said, ‘You fall the way a length of rope drops.’

“Good advice.” She giggled. “I fell on my bum in my first Olympic competition. Finished last. Only injured my pride.”

“I remember,” said Niels. “You were only eleven. Four years later you won your first Olympic gold medal.

“Figure eights.” She yawned. “Leaps and spins. The world was mine.”

“Still is, my love.”

“I’m so tired.”

“Sleep now.”  

Fifty-seven-year-old Sonja Henie closed her eyes and skated to her final arena.

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Weekend Writing Prompt – Dire

Published November 28, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section. 

So this is where the word took me. I couldn’t help it, it was there. 😉 (Forgive me, Mark Knopfler.)

DIRE LYRICS

Back in the ‘90’s my husband Jan and a coworker argued over certain song lyrics. It didn’t matter how many times or ways Jan pointed out and proved the error. Kevin wouldn’t budge.

Even now, when we hear Dire Straits sing it, we laugh and sing along using Kevin’s lyrics. “We’re the sultans, we’re the sultans of suede.”

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And just for fun…it’s such a great song, especially with the right words.

 

 

27 November 2020

Published November 25, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

REBOOT

Last night was my first time on the dance floor since my husband died five years ago. And this happens. I’m not sure which aches more, my fractured ankle or my pride. Chuck must think I’m a klutz.

I wait for the hydrocodone to kick in.

Why’d I let my pushy sister talk me into a blind date?

“I’m not ready,” I’d insisted.

“If not now—when?”

My phone rings.

Chuck’s delicious voice caresses my ear. “Sorry about my overgrown clodhoppers. I’d like to make it up to you over dinner. May I come over?”

Perhaps I’m ready after all. 

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Happily the above story is pure fiction. 😀 He’s very much alive, for which I’m grateful! Our friends and family gave us 6 months. Happy 49th Anniversary to my first husband, Jan Wayne Fields.

Weekend Writing Prompt – Paradox

Published November 21, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.

IT BEGAN IN 1971

(IN 71 WORDS)

“You’re not in love.” My mother fumed. “You’re in lust. Only eighteen. Too young to know your own mind.”

Nonetheless, I dug in my heels. My dad walked me down the aisle, a sorrowful expression on his face and tears in his eyes. “You can always come home if it doesn’t work out.”

“I give them six months,” said my aunt.

A paradox in progress.  

Forty-nine years later, we’re still married.

This photo is only 15 minutes old at this posting.

November 28, 1971

 

Season of Light!

Published November 21, 2020 by rochellewisoff

David Bayard is doing it again. Today, Saturday, November 21, 2020 from 11:00 am to 5:00 pm! A virtual arts festival! Come to David’s Festival Page and meet the artists (including Yours Truly). The interviews will be run simultaneously on Facebook Live here: https://www.facebook.com/SkyboyPhotos. Check out David’s new calendar and handcrafted holders. 

 

Be sure to visit my art page. Lots of prints and originals to choose from as well as a large selection of note cards! 

20 November 2020

Published November 18, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

AKA WEEGEE

              Adolescent Arthur Fellig rented a pony and took pictures of neighborhood kids with his secondhand View Camera.

            “I wipe their faces and give ‘em a ride.” He winked. “Then sell their folks the photos.”

            Years later, armed with a police-band radio, Speed Graphic camera and a makeshift darkroom in his trunk, he lurked in the shadows of New York. His black and whites captured the city’s seamier side like no others.  

            “You’re always on time.” Amazed reporters shook their heads. “You must have a Ouija board or something. What’s your secret?”   

            “Ain’t no secret.” Weegee shrugged. “F/8 and be there.”

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Weekend Writing Prompt – Wrangle

Published November 14, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.

 

THE CHILDREN’S MARCHING SONG

“Stupid song.” My brother turned the dial.

“It’s not your radio.”  

“Is, too.”

Today, any wrangle is settled with a grin and

“It wasn’t your radio.”

“It was a stupid song.”

“Was not.”

 

I’m happy to report that sibling rivalry has turned to sibling revelry. Although both of us are still as ornery as we ever were. Blame it on our dad. 

13 November 2020

Published November 11, 2020 by rochellewisoff

 

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BY DESIGN

“The final Yuletide of the 19th century is upon us. What will the 20th hold? Perhaps we women will be allowed to vote.” Maud settled back against her pillows. “We’ll make it happen.” Light snow fell past her window. Nearby carolers sang, “Silent Night.”

Her latest illustration sat unfinished on her easel.   

“Salutations, my little masterpiece.” She studied the infant in her arms. “I daresay those dark blue eyes shall turn brown. What a dear subject you’ll make, my Humphrey baby.”

“Humphrey baby indeed. Come to Papa, my son.” Maud’s husband Belmont lifted the child. “Merry Christmas, Humphrey Deforest Bogart!

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Weekend Writing Prompt – Bequeath

Published November 8, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.

 

My paternal grandmother, Miriam Reuben Wisoff ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Grandma Miriam

Was a cynical and lonely

Old woman who bequeathed

Her reflections and perceptions

To her descendants in prolific poetry.

My heritage.

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IMAGERY*

In fancy I see, like a flock of birds

Diverse poems from here and there,

Each with a different song in its throat,

Winging its way toward the editor’s chair.

 

Some fly low, of earthy things to tell,

While others to the sky must soar,

Each longs to impart,

What is in its soul and heart,

To a sympathetic editor.

 

*© Miriam Wisoff – 1963

TATS AND STATS

Published November 5, 2020 by rochellewisoff


 

This past week I posted a flash fiction of a granddaughter’s devotion to her grandmother who was a Holocaust survivor. I wrote it as a sequel to a story I posted the week before. One of our participants, an Israeli herself, Na’ama Yehuda, told me she knew someone who had done what the granddaughter did in remembrance. CLICK HERE TO READ 

After one commenter asked about the configuration of numbers, I went to You Tube to find video footage to back my story. This video is a brilliant illustration of a phenomenon among children and grandchildren of Holocaust survivors. I’m so touched by this I must share. 

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