Guitar Mancer — Episode 18: 66

Here is Episode 18 of Teagan’s “The Guitar Mancer”. There’s a disturbing prophecy by Bodaway concerning Luci and the mancers are finally on the Mother Road, Route 66.

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THE FLOOD

 

Shopping carts in water--Janet M. Webb--2013

Photo Copyright: Janet M. Webb

Here we are for another week. Today we’re in virtual boats in a virtual flood. 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 a repeat requested by Kent Bonham and supplied by Janet M. Webb. Thanks, Kent and Janet.

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/2016/07/27/29-july-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE FLOOD by P.S. Joshi

It had been dry for months. The ground got hard and cracked open. The river all but dried up.

Pa said, “It’ll rain soon. We’ll pray.”

We prayed and the rain came, but the ground was so hard it couldn’t soak in. It ran right into the river, and the river banks rose covering our land. We had to move to higher ground.

A smart man at an office there said, “Y’all are living on something called a flood plain.”

Pa said, “I just thought the land was rich. I didn’t know anythin’ about no flood plain.”

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TRIP INTO THE FUTURE

 

Climbers overnight cliffside huts--Al Forbes--july-24th-2016

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 24th, 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/2016/07/24/sunday-photo-fiction-july-24th-2016/

Genre: Sci-fi Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

TRIP INTO THE FUTURE by P.S. Joshi

My grandfather had disappeared back in 1950 in a complicated machine he called his Time Traveler. No one saw him until he arrived in it in 1955. He was considerably aged and only lived for a year after that.

The first night back he wrote the following message. He had little energy to do more:

“To family and friends I impart this information. I’m destroying my machine and beg you not to try and fix it. The world in which I found myself was that of 4545. People had managed to survive but had to use every bit of their knowledge to do so. They were living in well-designed caves on the face of a large cliff. They had burrowed deep inside and stored all their goods and equipment to last for hundreds of years. The only sign they were there were the transparent bubbles on the cliff side letting in air and sun. They had a water source deep in the caves and a machine that supplied even more of an artificial light source. They lived like this because the creatures above and below were mutants who would eat anything, even them if possible.” James Forestall

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THE BLOODY BOAT

 

the-boat-and-miss-liberty--Jan Wayne Fields

Photo Copyright: Jan Wayne Fields

Here we are for another week. Today we’re on board a virtual ferry on our way to Liberty Island. Our hostess for this excursion 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 is a repeat requested by Russell Gayer and supplied by Jan Wayne Fields. Thanks, Jan, and Russell.

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/2016/07/20/22-july-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE BLOODY BOAT by P.S. Joshi

Our family decided to take the tour to Liberty and Ellis Islands. My great grandparents on Dad’s side had come to the U.S. by ship to Ellis Island, then New York City.

The ferry was part of the way out in the ocean. The Statue of Liberty was in the distance but getting closer. Then it happened. We came across the boat.

It was a sailboat, and the deck was covered in blood. The Captain radioed “Shark Attack?”. But how did it happen? There were no sharks or bodies. The owner had ties to the underworld.

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This is absolutely horrible, unacceptable.

This is terrible after all Kawanee’s been through already.

I am so pissed right now. No death certificate, the cremation wasn’t complete. I am horrified and sick to my stomach. No police report…

This is f**king awful, I can’t sprinkle ashes anywhere! The consulate better call me, I’m about to cause an international incident. Jesus Lord… God help me… I can’t handle this!

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THE LETTER

 

Pen and paper--Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 17th, 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/2016/07/17/sunday-photo-fiction-july-17th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

 THE LETTER by P.S. Joshi

Constance was cleaning out her parent’s attic. Her mother had told her to get things not worth keeping ready to go to the thrift shop.

In her grandmother’s old trunk she found a letter and picture her grandfather had sent back to her during WWII. He’d lost his life on D-Day while landing on the beach in France.

“My dearest Florence,” it began, “I’m writing this before I get on board the landing craft. The chaplain has given us a blessing as some of us may not live through this. I’ll give him the letter so he can post it when possible. Some of the other guys are doing the same.

“This may be the last chance I have to tell you how much I love you. I’ve kept your picture with me. I’ll also give that to the chaplain to enclose in the letter if I don’t make it. You’ll see how creased it’s become from my carrying it with me. It made me feel like you were always there with me.

“Take care of our little girl and tell her about me. I wish I could have seen her just once.

All my love, Jack”

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My Deepest Sympathy

To all who have lost loved ones in the recent horrific action of a truck driver in Nice, France, I offer my deepest sympathy.

I cannot fathom the hate, the twisted mind of the man who set out to kill and gravely injure so many people leaving so many others to suffer.

What started as a celebration ended as a black mark on the history of Nice, France, and the world. This has been added to too many other black moments in history.

I can only come to the conclusion this hate has its roots in poverty and lack of a proper education ending in wars and hatred, a lack of humanity. The very word “humanity” is meant to mean humans being kind to other humans. When there’s a lack of it, humans behave worse than wild animals. Indeed, wild animals often show more kindness than humans. Most of them don’t kill out of hatred.

—- Suzanne Joshi

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