Weekend Writing Prompt – Marginal

Published January 2, 2021 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.

FIRST DRAFT

The artist welcomes

The dawning year

With a preliminary sketch

Before rendering it in watercolor,

Kneaded eraser at the ready.

Progress is marginal at best.

Can she pull this one off?

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1 January 2021

Published December 30, 2020 by rochellewisoff

A TOAST TO A SAFE AND HAPPY YEAR!

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

ED SULLIVAN PRESENTS

“My 8^th grade friends adored the Monkees.”

“You didn’t, I presume.” Dale sips her Sangiovese.

“Beatles copycats created by NBC. Actors.”

“Not Kosher, eh?”

“As a ham sandwich. Like every other American kid, I glued myself to the TV, February 9, 1964, dazzled by the four lads from Liverpool. My 10-year-old heart floated on the clouds, unaware of any other guest stars.” I click a link. “Until now.”

“Anyone I’d know?”

“Ever hear of Davy Jones?”

“The Monkee? Sure.”

“He reprised his Oliver Twist role as the Artful Dodger that very night.”

“Who knew?”

I raise my glass. “Vive internet!”

*

The Monkees were handpicked by NBC for a silly television show to capitalize on the Beatles’ movie Help. Ironically, these four guys did become a band in their own right. And, for the record, I do enjoy their music.

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R.I.P. David Jones – December 30, 1945 to February 29, 2012 😦

Weekend Writing Prompt – Troglodyte

Published December 26, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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A flash fiction for the last Saturday of 2020. The picture has nothing to do with the story. 😉 Happy New Year. May it be a saner and healthier one.

THE ONE

“Jenice, you can’t be serious?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“He’s a troglodyte.” I rolled my eyes. “His knuckles practically drag the ground.”

Jenice was the prettiest girl in school. The boys fell all over themselves to ask her out.

Instead, she went to our senior prom with The Incredible Bulk—chubby, beady-eyed, unibrow Malcom William Matson. His very name shouted, “Geek!”

After graduation I married the man of my dreams. Jenice went to med school.

At our class reunion, Drs. Malcom and Jenice Matson celebrated their fortieth anniversary while I nursed wounds from my fifth divorce.

25 December 2020

Published December 23, 2020 by rochellewisoff

Whatever holiday you celebrate or don’t at this time of year I wish you a season of peace and joy.

Shalom, Rochelle

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

A DAY FOR LOVING

“Gonna to be the best Christmas ever.” Mildred wrapped the last of the children’s presents. “I was beginning to fear hope was gone.”

She would never forget that night nine years ago. Beside Richard, she woke to a blinding flashlight and a gruff voice. “Whatcha think you’re doin’?”

She pointed to the District of Columbia marriage license on the wall. “I’m his wife.”

“Not here you ain’t.” The Caroline County sheriff snarled. “Here it’s illegal for white to marry colored.”

“Thanks to the U.S. Supreme Court,” Richard Loving circled his arms around Mildred and kissed her, “I can love my wife.”

*

Weekend Writing Prompt – Languid

Published December 20, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Once more the word sent me down Memory Lane. 😉

MATHEMATICAL STATEMENT

My mind often wandered to fantasy worlds while my languid eyelids drooped during Science or Math classes.

However, my ninth-grade Algebra teacher, Mrs. Bredehoft, with her southern charm did her best to make her classes interesting.

No one could top her when she burst through the door with, “Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! We’re having a pop quiz today!”

*You just can’t make some things up.*

18 December 2020

Published December 16, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BEYOND THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

“Here’s something you might enjoy, Raymond.” Annie handed her young son a book. “The Wizard of Oz. It teaches us that everyone has a brain, a heart and courage.”

“I love it, Mama.”

In his teens he discovered the theater. He idolized Fred Stone who originated the role of the scarecrow in the stage version of L. Frank Baum’s classic. Stone’s loose-limbed dance form intrigued Raymond.

Against his father’s wishes, the courageous youth set his mind on a career in entertainment.

As the scarecrow, with haphazard style, Ray Bolger danced across the screen in M-G-M’s classic The Wizard of Oz.

Weekend Writing Prompt – Niggle

Published December 13, 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.

FRENETIC WATERCOLORIST

Months of seclusion

Have wrought hours of creation

Payne’s grey, cerulean

Shades of crimson

Burnt Umber, phthalo greens and blues.

Colors blend into pictures of

Faces,

Seascapes

Water and glass.

Whatever appeals to me.

Whatever challenges me.

These things I must render

Even the proverbial kitchen sink

With sable brushes on

Gloriously textured paper.

The thought niggles at me.

Have I painted myself into a corner?

11 December 2020

Published December 9, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

THE PEOPLE’S PLAYGROUND

My dad held my hand as we walked along the boardwalk. The sea breeze riffled through my hair and the food scents tantalized my nostrils.

“The Steeplechase was my favorite.” Daddy mused. “You mounted a mechanical horse on a rail and whoosh! Instant horserace. Too bad they tore it down years ago.”

We sat on a bench munching our Nathan’s hotdogs, replete with mustard and sauerkraut. Seagulls clambered over one another, competing for the crumbs we dropped.

Two lifetimes later, my grandson and I munch Nathan’s hotdogs and prepare to ride the new Steeplechase.

Some things change. Some things don’t.

Steeplechase then:

And now:

Weekend Writing Prompt -Quixotic

Published December 5, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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CHASING WATERFALLS

“What’s the secret to happy life, Grandma?”

“Never stop pursuing your seemingly quixotic dreams. Work hard. Play harder.”

With a splash, Grandma dove under the water.

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.