THE TOAST

 

Copyright — Marie Gail Stratford

 

Here we are once again around the virtual banquet table with our hostess, the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re sharing our original stories for the weekly feast of the Friday Fictioneers. Our quest is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The prompt this week is supplied by Marie Gail Stratford. Thanks Marie Gail.

After this week, I’m taking a break for a couple weeks. Our daughter is coming to India for a visit. Also, although I’ve done my best to read all stories in the past, I’m finding my days filling up. Besides trying to do some writing of my own and reading up on the craft to improve, I’ve had to deal with the fact my husband broke his hip, then came down with a serious chest and throat infection. He’s almost 84.  Even with a lady to help care for him 24/7, I also employ two other people and have to manage everything to make sure it runs smoothly. I’m also continually struggling with internet and computer problems here. The electric often goes on and off and messes up my cable service. Even with the cable service , my computer often runs as slow as a sick snail. I’ll continue this week, and after my  break, to read and comment on many of the stories. I’ll try especially to read and comment on those of writers who read and comment on mine, but I can’t continue to read them all. Thank you for understanding.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/26-september-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE TOAST By P.S. Joshi

The knights were all gathered around the banquet table.

Sir Randolph the Resourceful raised his cup of mead. “I toast to His Royal Majesty the King.” All toasted and drank up their cups.

Sir Malcolm the Manly raised his cup. “I toast to all the brave knights at this table.” Again all toasted and drank up.

Sir Brandon the Brave raised his cup. “I toast to the beginning of our quest tomorrow.” Again all toasted and drank up.

Sir Thomas the Thoughtful raised his cup. “I toast the decision we delay the quest.” All agreed, toasted, drank, and fell asleep

THE LONG WALK

 

Copyright–Dawn Quyle Landau

 

Here we are once more taking a virtual trip to far places and strange venues with our guide, the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re sharing our original stories for the weekly trip of the Friday Fictioneers. Our challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The prompt this week is supplied by Dawn Q. Landau. Thanks Dawn.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/19-september-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE LONG WALK By P.S. Joshi

John was a nice guy, but he had two big faults, telling tall tales and overeating.

His wife Marg had enough. One night she found him gorging at midnight. She came up behind him and said, “John.”

He jumped about a foot. “Would you believe–and it’s a fact–would you believe I had this strange dream where I was walking across a long, wide terrace? I walked and walked. I woke up to find myself sitting here eating in the kitchen.”

She shook her head, trying not to laugh. “No,” she said. “I don’t believe a word of it.”

 

…send the Trolls packing like this…

If you have this problem, this seems to be a good idea.

Seumas Gallacher

…a dear friend on the Internet has been bombarded recently with some of the Troll scum… and many others of yeez from time to time do get pinged by them … here’s a wee piece I did as far back as December 2012… It still holds good… I hope it may be helpful for emb’dy wondering how to despatch these imbeciles… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!…

…IF TROLLS ATTACK YER BLOG, CONFOUND THEM BY LUVVIN’ THE HELL OUT OF THEM… 

…it won’t have escaped yer notice, Mabel, that I hail from Govan in Glasgow…an area not noted for its gracious handling of dispute…not for us from the Docklands area the niceties of gentle persuasion to settle conflict…the famous ‘Glasgow Kiss’... the abrupt coming together of a head butt from the giver’s skull  and the recipients’s nose-bridge area  is well-documented…the adage is, ‘why take months in court, when…

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Tintag Item Tracker – could this eliminate kids being forgotten in cars?

This seemed to me to be a great product, a lifesaver.

Lessons Learned from the Flock

This just came across my desk (literally this morning) and while I plan on writing about it for a Parenting App column, I want to pass on this information now (the column won’t come out until November.)

Every year, I see story after story about kids who have been left behind in hot cars because distracted parents simply “forgot” about them. Someone, somewhere needs to invent something that will stop this, I keep thinking when I read about yet another death.

Well, this little device; Tintag could potentially eliminate that situation.

Of course it could also help you find your keys (something I lose *all* the time) as well as your purse, wallet, phone or any other item that you need to keep handy, but I think that one of the best applications is to attach one of these to your baby (you could pin in on a pant or…

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THE WINDOW

 

 

Copyright–Janet Webb

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Here we are once more gathered in the virtual front room of our gracious and talented hostess, author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re here to share our original stories for the weekly meeting of Friday Fictioneers. Our challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The prompt this week is supplied by Janet Webb. Thanks Janet.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/10/12-september-2014/

Genre:  Horror Fantasy

Word Count:  100 Words

THE WINDOW By P.S. Joshi

Terrifying dreams haunted Marjorie the last few nights. First came the tap at the bathroom window, next the moan. She was looking in the mirror when the window started to rise. Then the dream stopped and she woke, covered with sweat.

She was now alone since her husband’s death. Her fear increased, but she hesitated to tell anyone about the dreams for fear they’d laugh and think her foolish.

On Sunday evening she’d come home from her book club meeting. As she checked her hair in the bathroom mirror, there was a tap at the window, then a low moan.

FOR THE LOVE OF CAMPING

 

Copyright–Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Here we are once again gathered around the virtual campfire, ready to share our original stories and prove our creativity. This group is the Friday Fictioneers. Our challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the hostess of this gathering. The prompt this week was also supplied by her. Thanks Rochelle. The link to Friday Fictioneers is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/5-september-2014/

Genre:  Nonfiction Humor

Word Count:  100 Words

FOR THE LOVE OF CAMPING By P.S. Joshi

Our son loved Boy Scouts. In his freshman year of high school, he decided to go winter camping at the scout camp nearest us.

It was Christmas holidays, but instead of snow, we had rain in North Carolina–lots of rain. The boys could spend the day inside, but had to camp out at night in their tents.

When we drove to get him and bring him home, everything he had was soaked. Water leaked inside the tent.

“Mom,” he said, “I was reading when I fell asleep. When I woke up, my paperback was floating beside the sleeping bag.”

Guest Blogger: Sergeant Adam Plantinga: Fiction Versus Reality

Interesting information for writers of the Crime/Detective/Police Story /Thriller genres.

The Crime Fiction Writer's Forensics Blog

As a novelist, one of your main jobs is to keep the story moving. And if your story deals with law enforcement, you probably don’t want to get too bogged down in the minutiae of police procedure. But you also want to present a narrative that rings true to life. It’s a bit of a balancing act. So to assist in this endeavor, I have put together nine key differences between fiction and reality as it pertains to cop stuff. Where applicable, I have also added a possible explanation, or an “out” if you really need that fictional element for the sake of a dramatic story arc. Because, after all, reality can be downright boring.

1. Fiction: The private investigator works closely with the local police force to help them solve the big case.

Reality: In thirteen years as a cop working in two different jurisdictions, I have never once…

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