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Photo Copyright: Dale Rogerson

NOTE: I’m returning to flash fiction after a short vacation I granted myself. It’s good to be back.

Here we are this week sitting near a modern hallway. We’ve gathered in this place today to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers. 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 Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale.

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 links for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/01/18/20-january-2017/

 Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

TRANSPORTED by P.S. Joshi

My ship was badly damaged and I alone had survived. I sent out an SOS and waited to see if any being in the galaxy would come to my rescue.

By the star charts, we were in the Miconian district. I had a small weapon on my person just in case.

I felt myself being transported and saw a hallway ahead. Walking down it, I found a room full of aliens drinking cocktails.

“Oh, Margo what a cute child.”

“Billy Richards, go right back to bed.”

“But Mom I’m not tired.”

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STUPID ALIENS

 

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Photo Copyright: Jean L. Hays

NOTE: For those who haven’t read my note on “Sunday Photo Fiction”, I’m back after taking a week’s vacation. Actually, I had a root canal with an abscess and the infection was no fun. The tooth had to be removed so I decided to take the time off while I healed. Pulling myself up 43 steps in our building with no lift was almost worse than the infection.

On a happier note, I recently was notified I’d won 2nd Place in a short story contest in an international publication, the free online “CQ Magazine”. On pages 55 and 56 the prize winners are announced. It’s a good magazine with interesting stories, articles, and artwork. My story and the other stories from the contest will be printed and published in the February 2017 edition. If anyone wants to see the magazine and list of winners, just look on Google Search for CQ Magazine and the article “Look at what’s inside CQ Magazine Articles on Calgary’s years…”. Click on the title, then on the cover of the Magazine shown and wait until a smaller version is shown. Clicking on that will bring up the November issue of the magazine. You can adjust the size. On the right side is an arrow to open the issue. You can flip to pages 55 and 56 to see the contest winners listed or to anything else interesting to you.

Here we are for another week. Today we’re outside an old store on Historic Route 66. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the 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 Jean L Hays. Thanks, Jean.

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/2016/11/02/4-november-2016/

Genre: Humor Fantasy

Word Count: 100 Words

STUPID ALIENS by P.S. Joshi

In October of 1938, a small flying saucer scanned the surface of Earth.

“Pitsook,” said Hoptic, “I’m picking up a primitive Earth signal saying attacking aliens have landed from Mars. I thought you told me one time there are no beings on Mars. Just who could these aliens be? For all I know, we of Planet 65 are the sole scanners. I didn’t know any others were interested in Earth, let alone dumb enough to attack it.”

Pitsook thought a moment. “They must be really stupid. I mean what’s here to want? We other worlds are far ahead of them.”

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LUNCH BREAK

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Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my contribution this week to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, be sure to click first on the link given, and then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for all other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/10/05/mondays-finish-the-story-october-5th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 2+9+150=161 Words

LUNCH BREAK by P.S. Joshi

Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island. It wasn’t even a natural island.

Beneath a layer of earth and tropical plants was a building of super-resistant metal.

Within were scientists, with sensitive electronics, checking unidentified space chatter they suspected was from an alien vessel. This was thought to be signals from a mother ship giving instructions to the invading fleet.

In outer space, zooming toward Earth in a flying saucer, were two aliens who had accidentally left their transmitter open.

“Listen, Zictus, I’m getting tired of poctus legs. Check the cooler. I know there’s some doccin salad in there that my bonded female prepared. She also made some special strained piktie root.”

“Centis, I can’t help it if my bonded female can’t cook. I certainly don’t want to hear any more about what a good cook yours is. Use telltie sauce to disguise the taste. We may have to put up with far worse on Earth.”

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I’VE BEEN GONE

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Photo Copyright: Douglas M. Macilroy

We’re here for another week, gathered today in a virtual observatory high in some virtual snow-covered mountains. We’re here as the Friday Fictioneers to discuss our original stories for this week. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for this group is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Douglas M. Macilroy. Thanks, again, Doug.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box after clicking on the link.

The link for the other stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/04/22/24-april-2015/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

I’VE BEEN GONE by P.S. Joshi

Mom took me to a really scary movie. Aliens landed near an observatory.

“Oh, Marie,” she said. “I shouldn’t have taken you to that one. I had no idea it would bother you.”

But she didn’t really understand why I was frightened. Aliens had already contacted me. I didn’t tell her as they’d warned me not to.

We lived in the mountains, and they wanted to land somewhere no one would find them.

“We’ll take you for a ride,” they said.

It sounded exciting.

“I’ll have to be back for dinner,” I answered.

I’m back–forty years later.

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