THE CAMPUS VISIT

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Copyright–Jennifer Pendergast

Again it’s time for the new Friday Fictioneers weekly story challenge. This weekly challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, and end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for that week. The hostess for this challenge is the ever gracious and talented author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by Jennifer Pendergast. Thanks Jennifer.

I’ve had to rewrite this story because somehow my last story like this was designated as Private. That word just showed up as part of the title of the story and destroyed my link to Friday Fictioneers. I alerted WordPress and I hope it doesn’t happen again.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/30-may-2014/

Genre: Humor Fiction

100 Words

THE CAMPUS VISIT by P.S. Joshi

Dave was proudly showing his grandson Will around his old college campus. “Yes Will, I loved those days. I studied hard and was one of the best in my class. Why uh, hello Dr. Clark. I thought you’d retired. Do you remember me? I’m Dave Buxton.”

“Retired? Of course I’ve retired. I’m 90 years old. I’m just visiting. And remember you? Of course I do. You were one of the biggest troublemakers on campus. I was always surprised you graduated. This your grandson?”

At that point, he ambled  along down  the walk.

Will smiled. “Don’t worry Grandpa. I’ll never tell.

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THE FROG

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Coypright–Adam Ickes

This is my story this month of May for Storybook Corner hosted by Adam Ickes. Each story is supposed to be from 300 to 500 words in length, or longer if it’s thought necessary, and be inspired by the photo prompt provided that month by Adam.

http://adamickes.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/storybook-corner-prompt-may/

THE FROG by P.S. Joshi

Buddy Cartland viewed his reflection in the hall mirror. He saw prominent dark brown eyes and a generous mouth. He didn’t think he deserved being labeled The Frog by cruel kids at his school. It was mean. His close friends never called him names so it didn’t worry him. It was just embarrasing to be called that in front of Kathleen Parker, the most beautiful girl in Eighth Grade.

Every time he saw Kathleen it made his heart race. She had short blond hair that shone like gold in the sunlight and big blue eyes.  He hadn’t paid attention to her until this year.

Buddy lived with his widowed mother and her younger, unmarried brother,  John. John was a nice guy but he didn’t like the out-of-doors. Buddy was a Boy Scout and his Scout Master knew all there was to know about camping.

It was a sweltering Saturday and a large crowd was at the civic center pool. The life guard on duty was warning some younger kids about pushing. Buddy spotted Kathleen at the pool edge, her hair shining in the sun like a golden crown.

All at once someone bumped into her and she fell forward, striding the side of her head against the cement pool edge. She tried to get up but fell face down into the pool.

Buddy was the first to reach her. Water nearby was turning bloody from a gash in her head.  He carefully turned her so her face was out of the water.

By that time the lifeguard was there with another man and they carefully lifted her out of the water and onto an inflated plastic float at the pool’s edge. The lifeguard kept pressure on the wound while the other man dialed for help.

Several days later Kathleen’s mother called. Kathleen was home and wanted Buddy to visit her.

He entered Kathleen’s bedroom not knowing what to expect. There she was propped  on pillows with a bright pink and blue scarf tied over the bandage and a blue knit shawl around her shoulders over her pajamas. She was the prettiest patient he’d ever seen. A chair was beside the bed so he sat down.

Kathleen smiled at him and said, “Thanks for saving my life. I could’ve drowned.

Buddy felf his face getting warm and his mind froze. Finally he recovered and Said, “You’re welcome.” He though to himself, “I’m being really lame.”

Kathleen smiled again. “I think you’re great and it’s terrible some mean kids call you The Frog. You have a nice face with lovely brown eyes. You’re in  Boy Scouts aren’t you?”

“Is this a dream?” Buddy wondered.

She continued. “I love the outdoors. We go camping and fishing with our parents and Dad, my brother, and I collect fossil rocks. Maybe you can go with us sometime.

At last Buddy had found another person who had the same interests and was pretty as well. The image of The Frog faded completely.

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MIST AND MOON

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Copyright–Erin Leary

Again it’s time for the new Friday Fictioneers’ weekly story.  This weekly challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, and end and follow the pricture prompt given for that week. The hostess for this challenge is the ever gracious and talented author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by Erin Leary. Thanks Erin.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/23-may-2014/

Genre:  Horror Fiction

MIST AND MOON by P.S. Joshi

Near this stream the bloodied body of the stranger was found, throat torn open. Only an outsider would dare wander here at night. Mist rose from the chilled water but the full moon still cast its relentless light upon the scene.

“Wolf,” they said. But they knew; they always knew. Heavy bolts were thrown and thick shutters fastened with strong latches every night.

She was the exception and wandered alone along the bank, fearing nothing but the glowing  sphere. She abruptly thrust her grizzled muzzle skyward and a tremendous howl rent the air, freezing the villagers’ blood. “Werewolf!” it warned.

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BO PEEP’S PROBLEM

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Copyright–Sandra Crook

This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 words with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt for the week. The host for the challenge is the talented and gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks, Sandra. It has been suggested that Blue could have given Peep even better advice for her night herding, so I have changed my story a bit to fit in with that.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/14/16-may-2014/

Genre: Fiction Fantasy

BO PEEP’S PROBLEM by P.S. Joshi

 Bo Peep was crying and wringing her hands. She’d lost her flock of sheep.

She’d searched high and low, back and forth.

What could she do? Her whole family depended on her. She’d never been in such trouble.

Until evening everything had been fine. Then they disappeared. She thought she heard them so where could they be?

Little Boy Blue came along and offered to help. She explained her problem.

He looked around and came back to her.

“Peep,” he said. “Aren’t those your sheep over there?”

“Where?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You need night vision goggles,  Peep.”

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IT LIVES!

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Copyright–B. W. Beacham

This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 works with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt for the week. The host for the challenge is the gracious and talented author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by B. W. Beacham. Thanks, Barbara.

Again, for everyone’s information, be sure to check your Spam frequently as things get netted and put there that shouldn’t be there. I found some of the blogs I subscribe to in it. Others have found comments on the stories there.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/9-may-2014/

Genre: Horror Fantasy

IT LIVES! by P.S. Joshi

I call it a fish because that’s as close as I can come. It lurks quietly somewhere below the sun-dappled, rippled lake surface. That’s a place you wouldn’t expect it and it likes it that way. It waits. Somewhere it waits for its next victim.

Others laugh but it’s seen me and I’ve seen it: twelve feet long, blue-green scales, massive razor-sharp teeth, bulbous eyes that show unexpected intelligence, five foot tall dorsal fin.

I don’t go on or near that lake now. People have disappeared from the village without a single trace.

IT LIVES! I TELL YOU IT LIVES!

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