It’s all Dale’s fault. She’s been doing this challenge for a while now. I thought, “17 words, I can do this, right? Of course right.” If you’d like to try it, it’s led by Sammi Cox
The theme is inspired by my WIP with working title WHAT THE HEART WANTS
Missionaries’ flames ignite to kill the Indian, but save the child.
America the beautiful?
Or
Identity theft?
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PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie
For those who celebrate, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. Another rerun this week. For those who have written for this prompt (and you know who you are) feel free to post a repeat as well. This is my story from July 12, 2013 . Time flies, doesn’t it? Thanks to all who have hung with me for the past 6 years. I’d list them, but I’d be sure to leave someone out. Hard to believe this is the last Friday Fictioneers post for 2018! A HAPPY HEALTHY NEW YEAR TO ALL! Shalom, Rochelle
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
BRIGHT BLESSED DAY, DARK SACRED NIGHT
Life in 1907 New Orleans made Rebecca Karnofsy question the “land of the free”. As in Russia, they were still persecuted. Scapegoats.
After circling her hands around the candles, she recited the Sabbath prayer, ending with, “Omayn and Gut Shabbos.”
“Gut Shabbos.” Louis’ smile eclipsed his midnight-brown face.
“A fine boy.” Bernie patted his head. “Already he’s repaid my loan.”
One of the Karnofsky boys sniffed. “He just bought a dumb old horn.”
Eyes wider than wide, Louis jumped up from his chair. “Someday dis whole wonderful world gon’ hear my trumpet an’ know my name is Louis Daniel Armstrong!”
Young Louis Armstrong with his mother and sister.
Amen.
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ANNOUNCING:
My Coffee Table book A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY is now available on Amazon KINDLE or Paperback. Hardcover is available at Barnes & Noble.com
The print version is also available on Amazon.co.uk. Amazon Australia and India have the Kindle version only. I’m not crazy about the formatting job they did on the Kindle, but it’s all there. 😉
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Copyright – Adam Ickes
Another week of reruns. This is a story I posted 5 years ago 13 December 2013 Click the link to see who was with us then. A few of you may have written a story for this prompt. If so, feel free to post your own rerun.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
UNEXPECTED GIFT, UNEXPECTED TIME
Charli’s hiking boots are caked with dried mud that defies my cleaning efforts.
From her first cry, I dreamed of dressing my firstborn in pink pinafores with ruffled lace. But, before she turned two, Charli made it clear she detested pink.
Since then, I’ve given birth to another tomboy and a son who happens to love pink. Go figure.
After the accident on her thirteenth birthday, the boots were the only part of Charli I didn’t sell, toss or donate.
I listen for the doorbell. In a moment I’ll meet the girl to whom I gave my daughter’s untamed heart.
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Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy
The holiday season is upon us and I find myself to be busier than a one-armed paper hanger. Between the mandatory gifting, my husband’s birthday the 15th, book signings/art shows, and working on a new novel that’s taking up quite a bit of head-space, I’ve taken the liberty to craft this dreadful run-on sentence and also to post some reruns this month. The photo and story are from December 14, 2012 Some may remember it. For those of you who wrote a story for this prompt, feel free to post a rerun. The photographer of this prompt has been MIA for a while, but I assure you, our disc flinger is alive, well, and happy.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
UNHOLY BONDS
Somewhere between “I do” and diapers Gavin’s winsome bride turned into a nattering, self-centered shrew. Everything he said or did she took as either an affront or lack of caring.
If he brought her flowers she accused him of seeing another woman. If he made overtures she accused him of treating her like a sex object.
Eventually he gave up trying to fix their relationship and escaped to his garage sanctuary.
One afternoon Lois stood over him, packed suitcase and their three-year-old son in tow. “I’m leaving.”
“Pick up a quart of milk.”
“For good.”
He smiled. Peace at last!
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
JOURNEY TO THE FRONT OF THE ROOM
“Tell me ‘bout when you was a boy, Daddy.”
Henry hugged little Hattie, the baby of his thirteen children. “Last time I got sold I mighta been nine, maybe ten.”
“Play your banjo, Daddy.” Her huge eyes shone. “Please.”
“Only if’n you sings along.”
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After performing in carnivals and minstrel shows, Hattie McDaniel set her sights on Hollywood.
In the 1940’s and 50’s the NAACP criticized the Oscar winning actress for her servile screen roles. She defied her accusers saying, “Until you offer a better alternative, I’d rather portray a maid for $700 a week than be one for seven.”
Although I’ve never met Dr. Paul Reeves face to face, I come to see us as old friends. Other authors who have interviewed with him say the same thing. He has a knack for making a person feel at home. A month ago, after the release of my long awaited coffee table book, A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY, he invited me back for a second go around on Dr. Paul’s Family Talk.
After we signed off, he invited me to return to his show in a month to talk some more about the new book and to read a few of the stories. Again, we had much to talk and laugh about. Below is the week’s interview. The other two interviews can be found in the side bar to your right. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Here are the stories I shared:
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PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
HEARTLESS
Buddy woke up one morning, struggling to breathe. He sat up, but the intense pain in his stomach doubled him over. “Must be something I ate.”
After two weeks in the hospital, he shook the doctor’s hand. “Thanks, Doc. For a while I feared I was going to that yellow brick road in the sky.”
The doctor handed him a prescription. “Take it easy—no more aluminum makeup.”
“No problem—lost my job.”
Later Buddy Ebsen called Ray Bolger. “Hey, you old scarecrow. I should never have traded roles with you. Tell Mr. Haley to keep his oil can handy.”
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