6 June 2014

Published June 4, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Poetic Musing

Word Count: 95

NORTH STUDIO

He left delicate strokes of life

On rice paper.

Katsushika Hokusai embraced age,

Unshaken by his advancing years.

Seas swirled beneath his skillful fingers

As the eternal mountain loomed ahead.

Infinite wisdom rippled from the artist’s hand.

Here is her life.

Once young and wasteful,

Kishiko lights a candle.

Undimmed eyes stare into velvet darkness.

Sixty years flow behind her

As brilliant pathways loom ahead.

I am the artist.

Here is my life.

On the path,

Kindled by passion

Unafraid of the future.

Strength in my arms

And excitement in my steps,

I am Kishiko.

Hokusai had a long career, but he produced most of his important work after age 60. I find great comfort in this. To learn more about the prolific artist, click here.

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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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.

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.

2 May 2014

Published April 30, 2014 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF THEM

“Tell me about the glorious charge of the Light Brigade, Grandpa.”

“Ah, Tennyson,” said my grandfather with a mischievous twinkle in his faded green eyes. “School?”

“I have to write a report about the poem.”

“‘Cannon to the right…cannon to the left’…tommyrot! Real valley of death was that bloomin’ pestilential hospital.”

“But you were wounded. A hero.”

“Poppycock! We just did what we were told. The true hero was the angel who cared for us. The lady with the lamp, we called her.”

“What happened to her?”

“For all her troubles, she contracted Crimean fever and is a homebound invalid.”

Florence Nightingale circa 1854

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25 April 2014

Published April 23, 2014 by rochellewisoff

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

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

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

ALL THINGS MUST PASS

“‘A sunrise doesn’t last all morning,’” I sing and strum the chords that take me back to a New York television studio thirty years ago.

There to meet a friend, I loaned my Martin to an aging musician for his last live performance.

“You don’t happen to have a capo, do you, Miss Guitar Lady?” he asked.

Something in his serene eyes and genuine smile reached to the depths of my soul.

My fingers move on the fretboard where his once did. I never changed those strings.

And as VH1’s cameras recorded history, George Harrison made my guitar gently weep.

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It’s not the best quality but here’s the clip that inspired my story. If you’re in a hurry and would rather not commit to 14 minutes the impetus for my story really starts at the 10:00 mark on the bar.

18 April 2014

Published April 16, 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: 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.

11 April 2014

Published April 9, 2014 by rochellewisoff

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!

🙂 Two years ago this week, I posted my first flash fiction after seeing Madison Woods’ notice on Facebook. I’m amazed at how fast the time has gone and how Friday Fictioneers has grown! 😀

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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.
MAKE SURE YOUR LINK IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH.
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.
**IT’S NOT A RACE TO SEE WHO CAN POST FIRST. TAKE YOUR TIME. EDIT. POLISH. THEN POST.**
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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 99

To escape Paris gossip, a pair of lovers spent the winter of 1838-1839 on the island of Mallorca.

FROM MALLORCA WITH LOVE

“George, let me read this to you.

“‘Estimado Señor,

“‘To have a couple living outside the bonds of holy matrimony under my roof brings shame to my head. Your woman’s cigar smoking and wearing of the man’s clothes is a sin.

“‘All this I have tolerated for the privilege of hosting such a celebrated musician.

“‘While you have my sympathy, your disease puts the island in danger. Please burn the linens and leave.”

Frédéric Chopin lit George’s cigar, set fire to the letter and tossed it on the bed.

“Cherie, I am afraid we must do as he asks.”

Frédéric Chopin succumbed to the dreaded Consumption (Tuberculosis) 17 October 1849 at age 39.

Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin at age 34. A novelist, her pen name was George Sand.

Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin at age 34. A novelist, she went by her pen name “George Sand.”

The only thing better than hearing Nocturne in C-Sharp Minor on piano is savoring its sweetness on piano and violin. If you have an extra five minutes, for your listening pleasure (and mine):

4 April 2014

Published April 2, 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.
MAKE SURE YOUR LINK IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH.
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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TO THOSE WRITING HISTORICAL FICTION (MYSELF INCLUDED): While WIKIPEDIA is usually a decent source of information, it’s not always reliable one. As a rule, I use it as a jumping off point to other research threads. It’s a good rule of thumb to use more than one source. I speak from experience when I say that a simple 100 word story can bring serious repercussions.

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 99

REALITY TV

“I wish my folks were like the Williamses’,” said Cathy. She poked at her ice cream soda with her straw and breathed in the scent of Woolworths’ French fries.

“Aw, they’re just TV phonies.” Doug snickered.

“Look. It’s her!”

At the other end of the counter the perfect mother in starched cotton, pearls and pillbox hat ordered a Coke. With heart-pounding awe, Cathy grabbed her napkin and slipped off her stool.

“Mrs. Williams, I think you’re swell. Could I please have your autograph?”

The actress puffed her cigarette, flashed a red-lipsticked smile and said, “Get lost, ya little brat.”