Stand Up

Wise words.

Orlando Espinosa

The path to happiness is making sure you stand up for what you believe in.

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Book of Words: Please Say Kaddish for Me by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A review of Rochelle’s Wisoff-Field’s book, Please Say Kiddish for Me.

Lori Ericson, Author

This blog offers a different type of book review­—one that’s combined with vocabulary building. Included here, following a short review, are a few particularly interesting words I found in Please Say Kaddish for Me. The definitions are followed by quotes from the story.

A particularly talented writer, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is also an artist who creates her own cover art.

Please Say Kaddish for Me is the story of a sixteen-year-old Jewish girl who escapes an attack on her home in Russia in 1899. Czarist marauders kill her entire family. Young Havah Cohen barely survives the frigid cold as she runs away in just a nightgown. She fortunately ends up in the arms of another loving Jewish family. But her struggles don’t end as more persecution of the people of her faith reigns down. The story unfolds as Havah builds her physical and emotional strength, learns to adapt to new situations…

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Knowing your onions

Another rollicking tale from Jim Webster and Tallis Steelyard.

Tallis Steelyard

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I’m not sure how many people remember Lossina Hanchkillian-Rochal- Oeltang. From her name alone you could see she was a young woman of good family and well connected. Unfortunately her mother was a lady of strange ideas. One of these was that her daughter was a delicate flower, a perpetual innocent who must be protected from the vices of the world.

It has to be confessed that this is a stance most fathers seem willing to accept   in moderation about their daughters, but for Lossina’s mother, moderation was an abomination. To her it was merely a symptom of the decline in modern morals and she classed it alongside fraternising with the servants, wearing fewer than four petticoats and dancing naked in the moonlight.

Thus it was that Lossina was banished from the family’s town house in Port Naain to their rural estate which was located just outside the southern walls…

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LARRY’S BIG BREAK

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–May 28th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt donated by himself or one of the other writers in the group. 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 donated by Al Forbes himself. Thanks, Al.

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/2017/05/28/sunday-photo-fiction-may-28th-2017/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

LARRY’S BIG BREAK by P.S. Joshi

There’d been a long stretch between roles for Larry, a film extra hoping to be a character actor. It was tough going. His agent sent him out often but someone else always got the role.

“Lar,” his friends told him, “your big break will come. You’ve only been in LA for two years. You’ve got to have patience.”

Finally, his agent called.

“Larry, they’re auditioning at Universal Studios for a new sci-fi TV series. Get over there ASAP. It’s an open audition.”

When he finally got to the studio his heart fell. The room was full of people. He’d been to these auditions before.

He asked one of the hopefuls waiting, “What’s the part?”

“Alien,” the guy said. “One line.”

“What’s the line or haven’t you been told?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“It’s ‘Eek, wok, wok.’ They’ll probably have a voice over. Aliens use English electronic translators these days. The ‘Eek’ stuff’s probably just to get us to move our mouths.”

Finally, Larry had his turn. He gave the line all he had.

“EEK, WOK, WOK.”

“Okay,” the man told him. “You’ve got the part.”

Except for a week into rehearsals, they cut the part.

A Charming Child: guest post by the inestimable Tallis Steelyard #newbooks

Another great story from Jim Webster and Tallis Steelyard.

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What can I say? We have a guest, my writer friend Jim, Webster, along with the inimitable, the one and only Tallis Steelyard who is here to tell us a little tale. Thank you Tallis and Jim, for stepping in and giving me something to share with everyone at the end of a week when gastroenteritis has left me short. On you go, Tallis.

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A Charming Child.

Having your illusions shattered can be hard at times. One clings to them with the tenacity of a shipwrecked sailor who grasps the spar with a death grip. They are all you have to help you navigate the storms of life. But one has to be brave and when the evidence is presented, one has to admit the new reality into your life.

Thus one evening, as I dined with Shena, my lady wife, and Mutt, I learned something new. Now Mutt…

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