UNBELIEVABLE LUCK

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Photo Copyright: John Nixon

Here we all are for another week. Today we’re sitting in a virtual village square. 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 Russell Gayer and supplied by John Nixon. Thanks, Russell, and John.

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/2016/06/15/17-june-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

UNBELIEVABLE LUCK by P.S. Joshi

My big brother has the kind of luck that happens once in a great while, almost unbelievable.

He heard there was a pretty new girl in town and decided to get her attention. He and his friend, Len, went to work. They borrowed a manikin, got some used clothes from the thrift shop, and an old upright piano. The arranged it to look as though some guy was half in and half out and put it in the town square.

The girl, when told who did it, called my brother–called “him”. Can you believe that? They just got engaged.

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Zoe and The Bard

Some interesting information on Shakespeare from Zoe the Fabulous Feline.

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Zoe and The Bard

Profile Pic_My Name Is ZoeKnock, knock . . . who’s there? ‘Tis I, Zoe the Fabulous Feline, and I thought that today I would open my story with that timeless joke. But alas! It loses something if the one being pranked is not available to answer in the flesh, so I guess I will just go on with my story instead. And speaking of flesh, this story is the naked truth and one I think you will enjoy.

Because, after all, you are here today because you are either a writer or a reader; either way you are a lover–a lover of words. Guess what? Me too! I may be a cat, but I am fabulous. Fabulous. Now there is a word I love; can you tell? My human named me Zoe, but I added “the Fabulous Feline.” Why? Well, because—in addition to the obvious—I love alliteration. I love words!…

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TRUE FAITH

 

Three votive candles--Al Forbes--June 12th-2016This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 12th, 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/2016/06/12/sunday-photo-fiction-june-12th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

TRUE FAITH by P.S. Joshi

When Laura O’Neal’s son, Bert, joined the U.S. Army in WWII, she placed him in God’s hands.

Every day on her way to work in a city store she went to morning Mass at Sts. Peter and Paul Church.

Every evening after work and dinner, she lit a candle on a small table near her favorite chair in the living room. Too tired to kneel from being on her feet all day selling dresses, she sat and took her old wooden rosary from the same table. She began the prayers by asking the Virgin Mary to pray for her Bert and intercede for him with her, Mary’s son, Jesus.

Laura’s husband had died years before so she felt it was her responsibility to pray hard for their beloved child. Anyone seeing the rosary could tell how many prayers had been sent heavenward. The wood had been worn down from passing through her fingers.

Bert did return unharmed. He told someone how once after spotting the range for the big guns he’d fallen asleep out of sheer fatigue. He woke up to find the building almost shot from under him. With great difficulty, he climbed down through it to the ground.

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THE COSTUME

 

Someone in old diving helmet

Photo Copyright: Douglas M. Macilroy

This is the first time I’ve been able to take advantage of a repeat picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers. I first wrote a story for this in April of 2014. I looked up the story and liked it pretty much the way it was. I just made a few minor changes and am presenting it about the way it was in the original.

The Friday Fictioneers is a group of writers hosted by the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Our challenge this week and every week is to each write an original story with no more than 100 words not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s repeat prompt was requested by Jennifer Pendergast and originally supplied by Douglas M. Macilroy. Thanks, Jennifer, and Doug.

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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/08/10-june-2016/

Genre: Reality/Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE COSTUME by P.S. Joshi

Halloween is my son Bradley’s favorite holiday. This year, at the age of ten, he decided to wear a costume of his own invention.

I could hear him mumbling to himself as he searched through old junk in the attic. I finally heard him yell, “Yes!”

He came downstairs carrying his granddad’s old diving helmet. This is great,” he shouted, pulling on the helmet. “I’m going outside to show my pals.”

Then from outside I heard, “Oh.” Thud.

I looked out. Bradley was sprawled on the sidewalk, probably embarrassed but apparently unhurt.

“Better pick something else, Bradley,” I advised.

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THE MAGICAL GARDEN

 

Landscape--Al Forbes--june-5th-2016

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 5th, 2016.  Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each group member is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not counting 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/2016/06/05/sunday-photo-fiction-june-5th-2016/

Genre: Humor/Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE MAGICAL GARDEN by P.S. Joshi

Many have heard the story about Aladdin and the wonderful lamp, but not many have heard of Aladdin and the beautiful garden.

Aladdin’s life was one of happiness and luxury in his beautiful home with his lovely wife, but he and his wife were getting older and their children had grown up and moved away. He now longed for the most beautiful garden in the known world. One day he took out his magic lamp and called forth the Genie.

Now the Genie wasn’t getting older but he was getting very upset because he’d been sitting in that lamp with little to do but play eastern board games by himself. He had a chess set from India and was an expert but it was boring with no competition. He was happy to be called forth after so long a time, but he was also a trickster.

Aladdin told him, “I would now like a beautiful garden as far as the eye can see.”

“Okie dokie,” said the Genie. He blinked and it was so.

About that time, Aladdin’s wife returned from visiting relatives, took one look, and became angry. “Where is the lovely big bazaar where I go shopping?” she complained.

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DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

 

Pioneer stone house--piya-singh-bittercharm

Photo Copyright: Piya Singh

Here we are for another week. Today we’ve gathered in a virtual state park near a virtual old stone house. Our hostess for this group 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 each write an original story with no more than 100 words not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s picture was supplied by Piya Singh and is a repeat requested by Sandra Crook. Thanks, Piya, and Sandra.

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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/3-june-2016/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? by P.S. Joshi

The old stone house stood on park land off Scenic Route 212. Violent deaths had taken place there two centuries before. It was on the list of historic places meant to preserve it. Horrific ghosts still dwelled there some said. What about the footprints, the worn path, and the well bucket?

Bloody footprints were always seen in the dust on the floor. The path to the well was still worn and clear of leaves–the well bucket frequently wet. Park rangers never saw anyone.

One night Ranger, Charlie Simms, screamed, his hair turned white, and he just quit talking. Ghosts?

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