4 December 2015

Published December 2, 2015 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Too Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

I WILL REMIND YOU

When I was a little girl my mother delighted in making birthdays memorable with shiny packages, bright balloons and colorful streamers. The cakes she decorated were works of art.

“I like red.” She looks at the birthday balloon I brought and then at me with a puzzled frown. Her eyes, once full of light, are little more than murky windows to a drifting soul.

“The eggs rolled out of the henhouse and smashed the cupcakes…” her voice trails off and the struggle to shape the words is evident. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”

“It’s okay, Mom. I remember you.”

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While my story this week is fictionalized it is based on a recent visit to my mother in law. Alzheimer’s is the cruelest of diseases for we mourn the loss of a loved one but her body still lives and breathes.

27 November 2015

Published November 25, 2015 by rochellewisoff

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Here in the States Thursday, the 26th, is Thanksgiving, a day set aside to count our blessings and remember the Pilgrims who came here in 1620 supposedly seeking religious freedom. Alas, it’s also one of those times when history has been candy coated to make it easier to swallow. So today I serve a healthy helping of my favorite subject.

Genre: Somewhat Historical Fiction

Word count: 100

KESHAGESH

“The Pilgrims stepped off the Mayflower onto Plymouth Rock,” Matthew read aloud. “Friendly Indians helped them plant corn and—”

“They should’ve been called Pillagers.” Rita fumed, snatched his paper and ripped it apart. “We’re indigenous and this is not India.”

“Mom, that’s my homework.”

She handed him another sheet of paper. “Write this, Matthew Thundercloud, not what you think your teacher wants to hear.

“They robbed graves, stole our land, enslaved us, murdered our children, forced their Christian religion upon us and gave us smallpox.”

“What if she gives me an ‘F’?”

Just smile and say, ‘Happy Turkey Day.’”

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18 July 2014

Published July 16, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word count: 100

RESULTS

“Elise? We need to talk about your labs.”

It’s been over an hour since I sat down in the waiting room.

‘What if’s’ torment me. I comb my hair with my fingertips, loop a curl around my pinkie and imagine myself bald.

Stop that!

Just because my doctor has concerns she wants to discuss doesn’t mean it’s…

Oh God, what will Steve do without me? Will he remarry? What about the kids?

My eyes sting.

Pole-vaulter to conclusions? Sue me. I’m an Aries.

The nurse enters to summon the next patient and stares at me. I hold my breath.

“Elise…”

27 June 2014 – Summer Rerun II

Published June 25, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Here’s another of my favorites revisited. 😉 originally posted August 16, 2012

Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

CASUALTY OF WAR

In the woods on the outskirts of town is the Tree of Life. Not to be confused with the original, this one earned its name from a century of discarded oddities which have grown into its branches.

Jason and I carved our names into the bark the day before he left for Viet Nam. We’d marry when he returned.

When the final letter came my heart cratered to my stomach.

He’d met Trinh-Lee, his true love.

Today you can still read the crude print that says, “Jason loves Karen.”

Just below it, imbedded in the trunk, is my disengagement ring.

30 May 2014

Published May 28, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE

“We’re graduated,” said Diane cradling her diploma. “Let’s go celebrate.”

“Not tonight, Miss Valedictorian,” I said. “I’m bushed.”

“Aw, Mike, don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Now.”

A sucker for her sweet pout, I gave in. Four other kids piled into my jalopy. I hung my tassel on the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas. With youthful abandon we laughed at nothing and everything. We owned the future.

“It wasn’t your fault, son,” said the police after the inquest. “The guy who t-boned you was three sheets to the wind.”

“I’ll tell Diane next time I visit her grave.”

23 May 2014

Published May 21, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

AFTER THE WORSE

“Cheryl, I want a divorce,” he said.

“I just need more time.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

After David left I found a grief website where I met Keith who’d also lost a baby to SIDS.

“My wife blamed me, Julie.”

“She was in pain, Keith. She didn’t mean it.”

“How do you know?”

“Trust me.”

We never shared photos, but our conversations grew more intimate. In time we agreed to meet in a nearby park.

As the fog lifts I see my true love for the first time. His tear-filled brown eyes engulf me.

“David?”

“I love you, Cheryl.”

16 May 2014

Published May 14, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

TO THE SHEARING

My seventh-grade social studies teacher strode the aisles like a stalking tiger.

“If Seventeen Magazine told you to, you kids would hang beach balls around your necks and dangle pop cans from your ears.”

I squirmed in my striped mini dress that varied only in color from seven others in the room.

“What’s wrong with wanting to fit in?” I asked.

“You know anything about lemmings?”

“Good in pie topped with meringue,” whispered the boy behind me.

My teacher extended his arm, hand straight, palm down and shouted, “Turn in your textbooks to page 245, ‘The Indoctrination of Hitler Youth.’”

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My story this week is dedicated to my 7th and 8th grade social studies teacher, Kevin McShane. Thank you, Mr. McShane for words of wisdom that have guided me through life.

18 April 2014

Published April 16, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 98

PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE

When other kids give Mrs. Loftis flowers she’s all giggly. But when I bring them she gets frowny.

Why don’t she like me? I read better’n anybody else in first grade and I color in between the lines. Mommy says it’s my ‘magination.

Tonight sirens and mad grown-up voices wake me up. I run to Mommy’s room. She’s crying. So’s her boyfriend.

There’s a gun on the floor and a policeman is putting handcuffs on…Mrs. Loftis? Her face is all twisty and red.

“You cheap husband-stealing tramp!” she shouts.

Guess it’s not me she don’t like after all.

28 February 2014

Published February 26, 2014 by rochellewisoff

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!

Seize the opportunity to free your muse and allow her take you on a magic carpet ride.

Henry David Thoreau said it best.

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

THE RULES:

Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

C’EST LA VIE

When I was a co-ed I married a professional baseball player.

After a year, a specialist told us we’d never conceive.

Jack refused to adopt. He couldn’t see himself raising “another man’s bastard.”

Within weeks he divorced me and married a fan.

Devastated, I left for France. In Apremont-sur-Allier I found healing in Ranier’s arms.

“All I have to offer is my farm and my love,” he said.

“I can’t give you children,” I said.

“All I want is your heart.”

Today we greeted our fourth son, the spitting image of his father.

Jack? No runs. No hits. No heirs.

27 December 2013

Published December 26, 2013 by rochellewisoff

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.

Henry David Thoreau said it best.

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

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*Note: Due the fact that Christmas fell on Wednesday this year, this prompt is being posted Thursday, the 26th. I’m also leaving the link open an extra day to make up for it.

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THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

THE RULES:

Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
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While our name implies “fiction only” it’s perfectly Kosher to write a non-fiction piece as long as it meets the challenge of being a complete story in 100 words.
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The Following story is dedicated to my husband Jan.

Genre: Literary Fiction/Tribute

Word Count: 100

LIVING LEGACY

“A-one and a-two…” said the man on television.

“I hate Lawrence Welk.” I stamped my foot.

Mom’s brown eyes flashed as she jumped from her chair to turn up the volume. I grabbed her around the waist and we fell to the floor where she tickled me into submission.

A tower of strength, she always won.

Somewhere along the line, between responsibilities and business-as-usual, without my notice, the tower crumbled.

In semi-darkness, she stares at a blank screen. I search her listless eyes but the spark is gone.

“Mom? I miss Lawrence Welk.”

Her brow crinkles. “Do I know you?”

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