What the Heart Wants

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8 March 2019

Published March 6, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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This week, I’m sharing an excerpt from my WIP with working title WHAT THE HEART WANTS. Most of my snippets have spotlighted Bear Starfire, the unfortunate girl who was taken from her tribe to an Indian boarding school. My other main character is Asher Gorovich, a Jewish boy whose journey begins in Eastern Europe. These two are destined to meet but I’m not going to tell you how. 😉 After all, I only want to whet the reader’s appetite. 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

LUST AT FIRST SIGHT

The horses’ hooves clopped along the cobblestones. Ilya clucked his tongue as he steered the carriage. Asher’s heavy eyelids lowered and he slumped in the seat. He had almost drifted off when Ilya said, “She is beautiful. She likes you, too.”

            “You really think so?” The idea of Kreindel returning his feelings filled Asher with yearning. The mere touch of her hand sent curious flames raging through him, making it difficult to sit. “Have you ever—? I mean it hurts.”

            “Da.” Ilya pushed his limp hair off his acne-scarred forehead. “But no girl’s ever given me a second look.”

1 February 2019

Published January 30, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Once more I’m ‘cheating’ and posting a tweaked version of an excerpt from my WIP “What the Heart Wants.” Many thanks to the real Bear Starfire for her input. 

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BENEATH STARS OF BROKEN GLASS

Her brother’s music transported Ruth to the time before the Indian agents spirited her away from her parents’ wigwam and forced her to attend boarding school. She was still Bear Starfire and Josiah was still Soaring Eagle. Neega laughed at their brother, Wolf Child’s antics. Ko’tha danced with Soaring Eagle around the fire while Bear Starfire and Moon Glow shared corncakes and laughter under the great expanse of sky.

            Like shooting stars their lights burned out too soon. Wolf Child had been taken to a boarding school with other children of the tribe. Only she and her Josiah were left.

 

11 January 2019

Published January 9, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Priya Bajpal

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The following is an excerpt, cut down to size, from my WIP “What the Heart Wants.” The year is 1881. Aggie, a former nun who worked at the Indian boarding school, has fled, taking Ruth Bear Starfire with her for her own protection.

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

NEGOTIATIONS

            “Pretty li’l Injun,” said the general store clerk. “What tribe?”

            Ruth’s cheeks blazed. 

            “She’s my daughter,” said Aggie.

            “Uh-huh.” He eyed Aggie’s blonde hair. “Strong resemblance.”  

            “How much for the Winchester?”

   “$40. Firm.”

            “I’ll give ya $25.”

            “$35.” 

            “Please, sir. My baby ain’t et no meat in a coon’s age.” Aggie crossed herself. “I’m a-prayin to the Blessed Virgin my Ruthie don’t perish from starvation.”

            “$25 it is.” With a bucktoothed grin he laid sacks of sugar and flour on the counter. “I can’t have your deaths on my conscience.” 

            “Would you mind tossing in some sorghum and cornmeal, too?”

*Note to those who feel they can’t cut their stories down to 100 words. The excerpt I started with was 383 words. Certainly, cutting it lost the original intent of the chapter. However it turned it into another aspect of the same story and, I think, stands alone. 

*Note 2, for those wondering how the photo prompt inspired my offering. This takes place in an old fashion general story where candy was kept in large jars. In the original chapter the store clerk offer little Ruth a candy stick. 

 

 

Weekend Prompt #87 -Ignite

Published December 29, 2018 by rochellewisoff


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?

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Identity theft?

26 October 2018

Published October 24, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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 Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

A bit of backstory on this one which is a distilled excerpt from my WIP, “What the Heart Wants.” The scene takes place in 1880 in Odessa, Ukraine. Asher is a fifteen year old boy who has lost his parents and has been taken in by his Uncle Hirsh, a wealthy merchant. I’m still in the early stages of getting to know my characters who have already become living, breathing individuals in my mind. Feedback is always appreciated.

ASSIMILATION

Asher admired his reflection. He never dreamed he would own such a fine suit. Adjusting his tie, he turned first to the left and then to the right.

            “Now, the finishing touch.” He positioned his yarmulke. “Ready to study with the hoity-toity.”

            “Not with that, you’re not.” Uncle Hirsh seized the skullcap. “You might as well wear a yellow badge that says, ‘I’m a Jew.’”

            “But we are Jews, Uncle.”

            “True, but I don’t go out of my way to advertise it.” Uncle Hirsh crumpled the cap in his fist. “Learn everything you can from the goyim. Make them pay.”

 

31 August 2018

Published August 29, 2018 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction-Circa 1856

Shawnee Indian Mission School – Kansas

Word Count: 100

As I post this I’m becoming acquainted with new characters for another novel with the working title: WHAT THE HEART WANTS. This is an excerpt that has been rearranged and distilled down to 100 words to stand alone. It will be longer in the book. 😉

DELIVER US FROM EVIL

“Do you like your Christian name, Ruth?” asked Moon Glow

            Staring at her new school dress in the mirror, Bear Starfire shrugged. “Do you like yours, Marybeth?”

            “It doesn’t matter what we like. We’re the Waapa’s prisoners.”

            A girl carrying an armload of linens entered the dormitory room. “Howdy, ladies.” She whispered, “Don’t let nobody hear you talkin’ Injun talk. It’s evil.”

            In her mind, Bear Starfire heard Neega sing to baby Wolf-Child in the language of their people. K’otha’s voice rumbled with stories of their ancestors. Love flowed like fresh water with every word. How could that be evil?

 

Neega -Mother

K’otha – Father

WaapaWhite

Thank you to the real Bear Starfire for your input. (our own Jelli) You are a gift from the Great Spirit to me.

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