Words I have created:

Some new words from Kawanee. I love this.

So far I have:
Poutrage,
Frustrilities (from mom)
Typonese
Hypocrazy

Confrustration (confused frustration) Usually when I can figure out what is wrong with the part of my book I’m writing, or what went wrong installing new software, or when I’ve done everything right and can’t make something work.

Hypocrazy: usually reserved for political parties that reach a crazy level of hypocrisy by condemning the other party for activities they are well known to be guilty of on a daily basis

Poutrage: Outrage over someone not believing or supporting your point of view. Or condemning another party for things your party does all the time, but since it’s not your party you’re super nettled about it.

Typonese: The language created by typos. I am fluent in Typonese, I read it very well and can figure out what was really meant. There is no need to correct the word/words with an *.

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REMAINS

 

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Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

NOTE: My contest-winning short story was published this month in CQ Magazine. However, they’ve begun charging for subscriptions. I won’t ask anyone to buy a copy. I’ll certainly understand if you don’t. If you want to, the link is as follows:

https://www.magzter.com/GB/CQ-International/CQ-International-Magazine/Art/

Here we all are gathered for another week. Today we’re along a country river where one chair is sitting for some reason. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a 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 provided by Ted Strutz. Thanks, Ted.

To read the other stories by 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/2017/02/08/10-february-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

REMAINS By P.S.  Joshi

There’d been floods before in Illinois but never like this. When the Colters returned from the shelter they could hardly believe it.

Instead of the village of Martinsville there was a mud plain with skeletal remains of buildings leaning here and there. They drove out to their farm with dread.

The sight made them go into shock. The barn was on its side in the caked mud and the house was completely gone. All that remained was a lone kitchen chair.

The insurance company wouldn’t pay for rebuilding on the same location. Their home, hopes, and dreams were washed away.

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MEMORIES OF FRIENDS AND MOONSHINE

 

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Photo Copyright: J. Hardy Carroll

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–February 5th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides or chooses 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. This week’s prompt was supplied by J. Hardy Carroll. Thanks, J. Hardy. 

To read the other stories written by the 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/2017/02/05/sunday-photo-fiction-february-5th-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

MEMORIES OF FRIENDS AND MOONSHINE by P.S. Joshi

When Lucy, a school friend of mine, was on summer vacation her parents, older brother, and she used to spend every vacation her father had with the relatives in the hills of West Virginia.

West Virginia is a beautiful state but there just weren’t enough jobs for everyone. Families used to move north to Ohio or Michigan to work in the rubber shops or for car manufacturers. They got homesick and took trips back to West Virginia whenever possible.

Sometimes just an older son would make the move, work during the week, and drive back for the weekend.

Once a friend of mine who worked for the Chevy plant said, “The guys I work with asked if I was going home for the weekend.”

This fellow, an Ohioan, lived at home within a short driving distance.

My school friend told me family neighbors down there made moonshine.

“When the revenuers came around,” she said, “the guys used to hide the liquor in the well.”

I thought it was hilarious and could see them scrambling.

Moonshine was sometimes transported in a car with a special tank underneath. A popular movie in 1958 starring Robert Mitchum, “Thunder Road” was about the subject.

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Sorry I haven’t been around..

Kawanee is bringing us up-to-day.

The first 2 weeks or so of the month, I worked over 100 hours. I found out later that working all that overtime was only enough to cover my rent in one paycheck and left me $15 for the next 2 weeks. That sucks…

Around the 13th, my childhood friend lost her mother. I’ve always been in other states when she needed me, this is the first time I was here. I wanted to be there for her, I hope I succeeded, I hope my desire to be there for her didn’t become an intrusion. She’s my best friend since kindergarten or earlier. My adopted sister. She dropped everything and drove me back to Florida to get my other car, we had a blast. She got me my job, she’s been amazing. She’s an amazing supervisor (not mine, unfortunately), she said just the right thing to get me back on…

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Meet Guest Author Richard M. Ankers…

Chris’ guest author, Richard Ankers tells how he started writing

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How does one make an introduction when he hates talking about himself? Hm, I know, I’ll tell you what convinced me to give up everything to write. We’ll see how that goes because it’s something only I know.

It started with a Death.

richard-m-ankersI have a bad memory bordering on terrible, so when events stick in my mind, they’re significant. Peta was there from the start. She still is in one way or another.

One of my first memories of school was the day the headmaster announced during assembly that Peta’s father had died of a brain haemorrhage or something equally terrible. We were to give her space and respect. At six one’s comprehension of such things is sketchy, but we tried.

It was particularly cruel on Peta because she was brilliant. Clever, pretty, talented — she played the flute even then — she was everything I was not. Self-confidence…

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Never Tell Me the Odds—Getting Your Head Right for Success

Great advice.

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I read a lot of books on business, sales, and success. I love motivational books and yes, even self-help. Why? Because so much of success is mental. Study the sports greats and the practice on the field is only one component of their overall performance. The truly great players spend countless hours getting their head right.

And this makes sense if we think about it. Take a horse for example. No matter how large that beast is, man can control the direction that animal goes with ONE thing…controlling the head. Where the head goes the rest will follow.

So I challenge you with this question each and every day…

Where is Your Head?

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Granted, there are days, I don’t know if I could find my head. I have been down with a really bad cold for a week and I think I finally found my head in the couch cushions…

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THE CITY GIRL

 

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Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

Here we are, gathered together again. Today we’re sitting in an apartment in the city. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week it to write a 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 provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by 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/2017/02/01/3-february-2017/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE CITY GIRL by P.S. Joshi

Martha had spent her life in the city. Her best friend told her she needed to take a trip to the country and experience it.

She replied, “I always have my flower in the window. Besides, bugs and dirt bother me. The last time I went to Central Park several years ago a dog wet on my shoe.”

Then she met Ed. He was athletic and enjoyed the outdoors. The main thing she admired in him was his interest in her.

One day he talked her into driving with him to the country to visit friends. Her attitude changed entirely.

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being an Iranian in the USA right now

How can this be done to people? I’ve met Iranian people and they were warm and friendly. This action is causing problems in all levels of U.S. society.

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I’m at a loss for words. Over the course of a week, our situation has gone from terrible to grave. I cannot believe how quickly the world around me is crumbling. Tensions in the world are sensitively high. As of yesterday, I, as a United States citizen, am not allowed to go back to Iran. My first amendment rights are being taken right under my nose. This is only temporary and most people aren’t even disrupted by this, but how about the thousands of people that had tickets to see family, to go on trips, to do what they need to do? And on the contrary? What about the people that are now stuck in Iran and the 6…

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