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18 July 2014

Published July 16, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Below is the PHOTO PROMPT. Can you tell me what this photo says to you in a hundred. (Complete story: beginning, middle and end)  I dare you to step outside your comfort zone.  I double dare you!

 

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Adam Ickes

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes

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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…”

11 July 2014

Published July 9, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Below is the PHOTO PROMPT. What does it say to you? Tell me in one hundred words or less. 

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Kelly Sands

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

SAUVIGNON BLANC 1940: THE GRAPES OF WRATH

            Nine-year-old Laurel shivered and rubbed her eyes.

            “Are we going to die, Mum?”

            Her mother held her tight and shouted over concussions that juddered the shelter. 

            “The storm will pass.”

             The ceiling caved in, their lantern shattered on the floor and her world went black.   

            In the morning sirens sounded the “all clear” and by afternoon civil defense workers had dug their way through to them.

            Laurel squeezed Mum’s cold, stiff hand.  “Wake up. Please, wake up. The bombers are gone.”

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            In the cold darkness of the wine cellar the storm still raged.

            Eighty-one-year-old Laurel shivered and rubbed her eyes.    

 

4 July 2014

Published July 2, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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What does the photo prompt below say to you? Tell me in a hundred words. 😉

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

World Count: 99

WHAT’S ON THE MENU?

            “There’s so much I haven’t seen, Mom.”

            “It’ll keep. You’re only eighteen.”

            “I’m a woman.”

            “You’re still a child. The city will eat you alive.”

            “It’s a full scholarship.”

            Three months later, miles from parental scrutiny, Evelyn strolled into the university studio, virgin sketchbook under her arm. 

            She lowered herself onto an art bench, looked up at the statuesque model on a raised platform, held her pencil erect at arm’s length to calculate perspective and, with great relish, contemplated all that nature had bestowed upon him.

            “Study hard,” her mother had said.

            Evelyn smiled.

            “I will, Mom, I will.”  

20 June 2014 -Summer Rerun

Published June 18, 2014 by rochellewisoff

 

 Summertime Blues

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Below is the photo prompt. I’ve tried to enlarge it but it defies all my attempts. :\

PHOTO PROMPT  Copyright -Mary Shipman

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Copyright -Mary Shipman

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*I have out-of-town guests coming this week so I won’t be reading or commenting much after Thursday.  I really appreciate all of you.*

This was the fourth story I posted for Friday Fictioneers, 1 May 2012. It’s still one of my favorites and  it’s fun to go back there to see who commented and what they said. 😉

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word count: 99

SIMPLE HOUSE

            In 1901 taxidermist Jefferson Thomas constructed a home and a thriving business. His petulant mail-order bride hated rural life.

            One day her prized ruby from a former suitor disappeared. Blaming Jefferson, she demanded a divorce. Tongues wagged when she abandoned both her husband and child.   

             A century later a tornado devastated the house to a pile of clapboard. Amid the rubble, Jefferson Thomas III found nothing left of his heritage save a lone wall. He tore off a length of wallpaper and yelped.

            A glass eyed, mummified woman stared back at him, a ruby ring clinched between her teeth.          

13 June 2014

Published June 11, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BENEATH BUNKER HILL

            Determined to keep his promise to Joseph’s orphans and give him a proper burial, Paul searched the grave where dozens were buried. Flies buzzed. Maggots burrowed into the eye-sockets of the nine months’ fallen patriots. Mouldering flesh and matted hair cleaved tenuously to shattered skulls. His gorge rose. He covered his nose and mouth. How would he ever recognise his friend amongst so many?

             His thoughts wandered to a day long-past.   

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            “Remarkable, Master Revere.” Joseph studied his smiling reflection. 

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            Sunlight glinted off a bit of copper in a corpse’s mouth. Paul gasped. 

            “My dental work. It is General Joseph Warren.”      

            

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30 May 2014

Published May 28, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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THERE SEEMS TO BE A TREND WITH WORDPRESS OF COMMENTS BEING SENT TO THE SPAM OR TRASH FOLDERS. I MAKE IT A POINT TO CHECK THOSE DAILY. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT KIND WORDS YOU COULD BE MISSING!!!

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PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast

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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.” 

Writing Communities Connect Bloggers Across WordPress.com

Published May 19, 2014 by rochellewisoff

What an honor for us as a blogging community. A nice surprise to find this morning.

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We blog because we have something we want to express and we hope it will resonate with someone else. Blogging enables us to build powerful connections with people we might have never met otherwise.

There are lots of blogging communities and challenges aimed at fostering those relationships and inspiring more blogging. These three, all writing-focused, are building global networks of blogger-writers — maybe you’ll find a home in one!

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The mission of Today’s Author couldn’t be simpler, or more powerful: to foster a community of creative writers through a healthy and supportive environment.

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Today’s Author is an open, flexible community of writers focused on helping each other kick-start their pens (or keyboards). Their prompts work for a variety of bloggers, while their “Writers’ Circle” posts explore everything from what to do when inspiration dries up to strategies for editing your own work to how we incorporate our traditions and…

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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. 

McShane's Admonition

9 May 2014

Published May 7, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Hysterical Faction

Word Count: 100

CLEANUP IN AISLE FIVE

            Through hours of research I’d found the perfect subject for my weekly flash fiction—a family’s battle over wealth with a tragic end.

            I posted it to good reviews. But months later, a venomous barrage of remarks sent shockwaves through my world.

            “I hate your writing, you ignorant slut. It’s all lies. My father was murdered.”

            “I’d take down the post,” said a friend. “But don’t let her anger rent space in your head.”

            I learned that day about the power of friendship. I also learned when fictionalizing recent events, it’s best to change real names to protect the guilty.

             

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