THE MEMORY

 

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Here we all are for another week. Today we’re standing on the virtual porch of an old Victorian house. There’s a beautiful virtual frosted window in the door. Our hostess for this weekly gathering 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 write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was requested by Kent Colby and supplied by Rochelle herself. Thanks, Kent, and Rochelle.

To read the other stories by the group members, 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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/1-july-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE MEMORY by P.S. Joshi

Many nights 10-year-old Maggie Wright had a recurring dream. She saw a frosted window in a Victorian door. she had no idea where the house was.

There were holes in her memory. She’d gone to live with her grandmother in Boston when she was three years old and couldn’t remember her parents.

She’d told her grandmother about the dream but the old woman just said, “Some things are better left alone.”

One night she opened the door in her dream. On the floor were the bodies of a man and woman. They’d been shot. Then she remembered.

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A FATAL SLIP

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 19th, 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, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

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

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

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/06/26/sunday-photo-fiction-june-26th-2016/

Genre: Science-Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words

A FATAL SLIP by P.S. Joshi

George Brockton was fascinated by medieval history, especially the battles between England and Spain. On holiday, he traveled to the location of an English fort built for defense against the Spanish. He took a number of good pictures with his new digital camera and thought, just wait until my friends see these.

On the second day, he went back to see if he’d missed anything. Unfortunately, there was a slip in time just then and he found himself back in the 1500’s.

Some English soldiers on guard duty spotted him and ran forward with their swords drawn.

They shouted, “Halt and be recognized.”

He was taken to the commander to be questioned.

“Where do you hail from?” he was asked. “What country do you defend?”

George was helpless under these circumstances. 16th Century justice was swift. He was sentenced to death by firing squad.

Back in the 21st Century, the caretaker of the grounds called the nearest police.

The inspector came to examine the premises and wrote a report of evidence he found.

I have found a man’s body within the grounds of the fort. It appears he’s been shot through with 16th Century arrows.

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Review: Conflicted Hearts by DG Kaye

Here is Christoph Fischer’s great review of D.G. Kaye’s book, Conflicted Hearts.

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Today I have something very special: “Conflicted Hearts – A Daughter’s Quest for Solace from Emotional Guilt!

Conflicted Heart is an emotional and amazing read. It is a few years old and a sequel is in the making but that doesn’t make it any less of a worthy read. We’ve heard about motherlove and the best they can do. Now let’s hear from someone who tells what happens when it doesn’t work so well.
The author writes with raw honesty about her tough childhood and her personal journey. Cruelty and abuse don’t have to be physical. This little girl became a victim of her parent’s war with each other.
It isn’t all doom and gloom, though. The author writes with humour at times and there are also some happy memories included, all of which have helped the writer to evolve as a person and draw a line under her past. Accepting hard truths…

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ONE LAST TIME

 

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Here we are for another week. Today we’re sitting on a virtual runway near an old WWII aircraft. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious writer and artist, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was requested by C.E. Ayr and supplied by Rich Voza. Thanks, C.E., and Rich.

To read the other stories by the group members, 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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/24-june-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

ONE LAST TIME by P.S. Joshi

The WWII fighter plane the Grumman F6F Hellcat was sitting on the runway near the hanger. It was due to make its last flight in the air show the next day. Its WWII pilot, Col. George Pringle, Rtd. was supposed to be present. It was all ready to go.

The night before the flight a call was received at the local U.S. Air Force office. Sadly, Col. Pringle had died suddenly that day.

The next morning the plane was found to have been flown.

“Well,” said an old buddy. “George flew her one last time.”

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SKULL OF WARNING

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 19th, 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, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

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

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

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/06/19/sunday-photo-fiction-june-19th-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

SKULL OF WARNING by P.S. Joshi

“Yo, ho, ho,” laughed Captain Short John Sliver. This was going to be another grand day to seek out Spanish galleons and capture their bounty. He was mightily proud of his swift vessel The Bottle of Rum named after his favorite drink. He thumped his wooden leg on the deck and swung his good one forward taking a step out from his cabin. He carried a decorated skull.

“Avast men,” he thundered. His crew ran to form a group, ready for the dreaded morning talk. It was dreaded not because it frightened anyone, but because it was deadly dull. They’d heard this same talk every morning they’d been on board The BOR (their shortened version of the ship’s name–also their secret shortened version of their opinion of the captain. Thankfully, he never caught on.

“Harken, shipmates,” he began, holding high the skull, “this be the result of not following orders. This fellow was one of my crew many a year ago. He didn’t follow orders. He was a hard worker so I continue to take him aboard”

In truth, he’d won the skull in a card game in the Caribbean Islands. It was his favorite possession.

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Fathers Déjà vu: Top Ten Things My Father Taught Me– #FathersDay #WeekendBlogShare

Barb’s great post about her father for Father’s Day.

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Although my father is gone, I’m still so grateful for the things he taught me. So I’d like to take this Father’s Day to thank him again and to re-run this Father’s Day Post.


Ten: Take care of your shoes.

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With ten kids, shoe leather represented a significant investment for my parents. My father had a shoe shine box, and made sure we all knew how to polish our (and his!) shoes. I can still remember the heady fumes of Kiwi brand shoe polish with its little open/shut key on the side, and how astonished my college roomies were when they saw me applying ox-blood red (the ultimate in classy shine) to the one pair of boots I had for all four years.

Nine: Look it up.

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Never use one little word when a big one (or two) will do. If we…

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