This is my contribution this week to the challenge Monday’s Finish the Story hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence to be used for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first senten given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.
The link for all other stories is as follows:
Genre: Realistic Humor Fiction
Word Count: 5+1+149=155
MURDEROUS By P.S. Joshi
“They finally made their escape.”
As I wrote that, I dreamed of fame. Maybe I’d be a famous writer someday. I loved to write thriller stories.
The more people I literarily killed, the better. My favorite threat to someone who made me mad was to tell them one day I’d make them a villain in one of my books and shoot them full of holes.
Mom got hold of one of my stories one day and looked at me as though she’d never really seen me before.
“Laura,” she asked, slightly shocked, “how do you come up with this stuff? When I was fifteen I wanted to be a cheerleader and buy new clothes.”
She shook her head. “I just don’t know how a daughter of mine could be interested in killing.”
Just then the phone rang. She listened, then shouted, “She said ‘that’ about me! I’ll kill her!”
This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction for January 18, 2015. Every Sunday a new picture prompt is given by Alastair Forbes, the host. The weekly challenge is to write an original story with no more than 200 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read all the other stories.
The link for all the stories is as follows:
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 197 Words
MEMORIES By P.S. Joshi
Mom was holding a post card of the First Savings Bank. “Yes, it was in front of that very building twenty years ago that I first met your father.” She then sighed.
She was off on one of her memory trips again, and I was bored. She must have told that story about ten times–every month.
“Someday, Bradley,” Mom looked at me with misty eyes, “you’ll meet the one who’s meant to be yours.”
Dad was sitting, head thrown back, snoring. He was not a romantic. Not even a little. Maybe I was like him. I would never subject my kids to that garbage.
Mom was also fond of describing my birth. “You were a beautiful baby,” she said. It seemed she could see me there in front of her, all plump, kicking my little feet.
“The other woman in the hospital room with me had a baby that only weighed five pounds. You weighed eight.”
That talk took place twenty years ago. Now here I am with my daughter, holding up a picture of the local stadium.
“You know, Mary, this is the place where I met your mother fifteen years ago.” My daughter looked bored.
Really interesting and entertaining.
Q: Why men’s clothes have buttons on the right while women’s clothes have buttons on the left?
A: When buttons were invented, they were very expensive and worn primarily by the rich. Since most people are right-handed, it is easier to push buttons on the right through holes on the left. Because wealthy women were dressed by maids, dressmakers put the buttons on the maid’s right! And that’s where women’s buttons have remained since.
Q: Why ships and aircraft use ‘mayday’ as their call for help?
A: This comes from the French word m’aidez –meaning ‘help me’ — and is pronounced, approximately, ‘mayday.’
Q: Why zero scores in tennis called ‘love’?
A: In France , where tennis became popular, round zero on the scoreboard looked like an egg and was called ‘l’oeuf,’ which is French for ‘egg.’ When tennis was introduced in the US, Americans (mis)pronounced it ‘love.’
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I’ve known bullying and I hate it. I’m reblogging this on Musings On Life and Experience.
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REBLOG THIS POST TO SHOW YOUR SOLIDARITY FOR A FRIEND AND FELLOW BLOGGER – JASON CUSHMAN.
It’s recently come to my attention then a friend and fellow blogger has been permanently BANNED from WordPress.com.
Jason Cushman’s blog HarsH ReaLiTy is going to be closed down shortly, which is a very sad end to an era of Jason doing so much for the WordPress community, and bringing NEW and PROGRESSIVE ideas into blogging. He is in blogging terms CHARISMA PERSONIFIED. Jason had this to say :
All blogging advice articles will be removed within 24 hours. The meet and greet threads will be removed by the end of next week. I appreciate everyone that has supported this website. –OM
Jason and I first came into contact when he invited me to join his “Project O”. I was pretty new to blogging at the time, and didn’t…
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Copyright–Jan Wayne Fields
We’ve gathered together today in a small virtual restaurant in the suburb of a large city. Our hostess is gracious and talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week as the Friday Fictioneers. The challenge for this group is for each of us to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Jan Wayne Fields. Thanks again Jan. The link for all other stories is as follows. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/9-january-2015/
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
NEW BEGINNINGS By P.S. Joshi
John had been laid off from his job at a restaurant downtown. Not one to give up, he took savings, rented space in a building, bought supplies, hired staff, and started his own restaurant.
The grand opening was scheduled for today. Everything depended on this business being a success. His wife was afraid. but tried not to show it. She was expecting their first child in several months.
He stood and looked out on the courtyard in back, waiting for the first customers. “This has to work,” he thought.
The front door opened and customers entered. “Table for four, please.”
This is my contribution this week to the challenge Monday’s Finish the Story hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence to be used for the story. The story is to be written with only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.
The link for all the other stories is as follows. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box:
Genre: Humor Fiction
Word Count: 29+1+149=179
ALIEN By P.S. Joshi
Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.
That was how X-19 from the planet Tippin described his landing on Earth in his log book.
This would be a day to be remembered on both the planets.
He unstrapped his safety harness and prepared to leave his ship by putting on his blue atmospheric suit set to imitate the conditions on Tippin. The scientists on Tippin weren’t sure of conditions on the landing spot on Earth.
Then he switched on the cloaking device to make his ship invisible to all on Earth. He was taking no chances in case the people of Earth were hostile. He knew some were warlike.
He took out his advanced compass, switched on his interplanetary translator, opened the hatch, and stepped outside.
He heard a deafening voice from above saying, “Hey Mom. I found a new bug of some kind. It’s over here in a hole in the ground.”
This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction for January 11, 2015. Every Sunday a new picture prompt is given. The weekly challenge is to write an original story with no more than 200 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read all the other stories.
The link for all other stories is as follows:
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 200 Words
SILENT CARGO By P.S. Joshi
The 3-masted schooner was moored at the Whitby port. It was delivering cargo from the Balkans, one item of which some Londoners would never forget. Others, if they heard rumors, wouldn’t believe them. It was too horrible to believe, to far beyond comprehension.
Below decks, with other goods of a more common variety, was an ancient coffin with a single bodyguard. a strange, nervous little man. The Count had been busy. All but he and Renfield had been bled dry. It was now dark and time to leave.
Count Dracula would be exploring a new homeland, following a pull he felt after seeing the photo of a woman. It was not just any woman, but the one who had been the fiance of Renfield, the possessed man who was now his guard.
A former real estate agent, Renfield had bought an old estate where Count Dracula would make his new home. Now, at his master’s bidding, he hired delivery men.
Within hours of the ship’s arrival, the coffin had been brought to the manor house basement. For a second time, the Count had a hearty meal. The men delivering the coffin were never seen alive again; dead, but not alive
This piece is especially good advice.
A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?”
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz to 20 oz.
She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”
She continued, ” The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for…
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