Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

Here we are for another week. Today we’ve gathered in a virtual yard near some virtual telephone lines on which pigeons have gathered. Our hostess for this group meeting is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to each write an original 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 Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by the group, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:


Genre: Nonfiction Humor

Word Count: 100 Words


Pigeons have historically been great message carriers. Having had a mother pigeon build a nest on our window ledge and raise her young, I can understand why they got the messages through despite shot and shell.

I have never in my life seen an animal so determined as a pigeon, especially the female of the species.

We have to keep bedroom windows closed because I fought a losing battle to remove nest material.

I finally gave in to the bathroom ledge. Mother pigeon no sooner raises one brood than she lays a couple more eggs. It’s a manic production line.




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Get Caught Reading — The Sign of the Ape 2

Another exciting episode in Teagan’s serial, “Get Caught Reading–The Sign of the Ape 2.

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The month of May is a lovely time of year.  It’s also Get Caught Reading (GCR) Month.  As many of you know, I’m doing a midweek mini-series in support of this public service campaign.  The intention of GCR is to encourage people of all ages to read, and that is what bloggers do with every post.  So this fictional, fanciful story includes an intrepid band of bloggers.

Have you caught me reading any sort of novel?  Why yes you have — the novel that inspired the title of this mini-series, Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Sign of the Four.  The plot has nothing to do with my story though. I was not ambitious enough to try and follow the footsteps of Sherlock Holmes.  You can get The Sign of the Four freehere.

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Car rally--Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–May 1st, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:


Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 5+200=205 Words


Every year there were brave, dedicated people given the task to put their lives in danger for the greater good and the welfare of the nation’s  children. They didn’t ask for the job, it was assigned to them. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor ice, nor snow could be an excuse for stopping.

They weren’t awarded great honors for doing it. There were no laurel wreaths or parades. No slave stood beside them in a chariot saying, “Remember, you are only a man.”

These were the driving instructors in the local high schools.

Ledbetter’s Lake High School was rural. Some of the youngsters had been driving tractors. They took the course for an ‘easy A’. “Yeah,” Rudy Hefflefinger said with a grin, “that’ll be my only ‘A’ in high school. It should raise my ‘D’ average a little.”

Lily Crickle was not optimistic. As she told her best friend, Bettsie, “I’m scared half to death. I’ve never been behind a wheel in my life. Dad said I had to learn to drive so I could go to Business College in the city when I graduate. My whole future depends on it.”

It was a snowy and icy winter in northeastern Ohio.




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Finally!! Here it is! My First Published Book and I am bawling out my eyes and smiling at the same time.

Congratulations, Jacqueline, on your first book! And all good wishes on the next one.

a cooking pot and twisted tales

Out of the silent breath

I feel a deep sense of release. I don’t know how to express my thoughts. It’s been a climb and sometimes a dip, but I knew that one day, I will arrive at this juncture.

Except I sit with you over a cup of tea, maybe only then will you really understand my journey – one day, I shall speak of these things.

To all those who have supported me to this point, I remain ever grateful. You have no idea what your friendship means to me and how far it’s taken me.

I present to you – even though some of you had a sneak cover peek, it was tweaked a bit – my poetry book. I laughed writing some, I bled writing some, I sighed writing some and I cried writing some.

It’s all Glory to Him. He made it possible.

It’s available on Amazon-Kindle and Smashwords and…

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