Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

Here we are for another week. Today we’ve gathered in a virtual yard near some virtual telephone lines on which pigeons have gathered. Our hostess for this group meeting 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. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

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:


Genre: Nonfiction Humor

Word Count: 100 Words


Pigeons have historically been great message carriers. Having had a mother pigeon build a nest on our window ledge and raise her young, I can understand why they got the messages through despite shot and shell.

I have never in my life seen an animal so determined as a pigeon, especially the female of the species.

We have to keep bedroom windows closed because I fought a losing battle to remove nest material.

I finally gave in to the bathroom ledge. Mother pigeon no sooner raises one brood than she lays a couple more eggs. It’s a manic production line.




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Tree house in a Mango tree.

Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my contribution for this week to Monday’s Finish the Story. It’s hosted each week 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 sentence given with the picture prompt.

To read the other stories from group members, be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link. The link for all other stories this week is as follows:


Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 2+6+150=158 Words


She lived in a mango tree. At least sometimes it seemed that way. A writer, Marilyn had the little tree house built for her needs.

It was okay until it rained, as the bathroom was in the main house. She needed a covered walkway so she wouldn’t get half drowned during storms.

One day there was a glow, and a beautiful fairy with a wand appeared.

“I’m your fairy godmother,” she said. “Do you desire a handsome prince?”

“No,” Marilyn replied, “I’m married.”

“Now I’m confused,” said the fairy. “Why was I called?”

“Well, I didn’t call you. Unless….”

“Yes,” said the fairy.

“I could use a covered walkway to the house.”

“Is that all? Why?” asked the fairy. “I’m not a builder.”

“There’s no bathroom here and it’s raining.”

“Oh, all right,” said the fairy. She reluctantly waved the wand, and the walkway appeared.

“Thank you,” said Marilyn

“You’re welcome,” said the fairy, and disappeared.

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Copyright–Janet Webb


Here we are once more gathered in the virtual front room of our gracious and talented hostess, author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re here to share our original stories for the weekly meeting of Friday Fictioneers. Our challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The prompt this week is supplied by Janet Webb. Thanks Janet.


Genre:  Horror Fantasy

Word Count:  100 Words


Terrifying dreams haunted Marjorie the last few nights. First came the tap at the bathroom window, next the moan. She was looking in the mirror when the window started to rise. Then the dream stopped and she woke, covered with sweat.

She was now alone since her husband’s death. Her fear increased, but she hesitated to tell anyone about the dreams for fear they’d laugh and think her foolish.

On Sunday evening she’d come home from her book club meeting. As she checked her hair in the bathroom mirror, there was a tap at the window, then a low moan.




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Copyright–Madison Woods


Here we are again to show our creativity by writing original stories for the Friday Fictioneers weekly challenge. This challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the gracious hostess for this challenge.  This week she’s visiting family, so a prompt from a couple of years ago is being reused. The prompt had been supplied by the previous hostess, Madison Woods. Thanks again, Madison. Have a good trip, Rochelle. The link to Friday Fictioneers is as follows:


Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words


Julia Warren slogged the whole day cleaning  for her bridge party the next afternoon.

Tommy ran in to show his mom the bag. “Look at all this candy. This is better than last Halloween. What a haul.”

“Listen Tommy,” she threatened,” don’t overdo. Remember last year.”

He looked at her in disgust. “Hey Mom, I’m ten now. Don’t you think I know better than to overeat?” He raced to his room.

Two hours later, Tom Warren found his wife scrubbing at the hall carpet. “Dare I ask?”

“Tommy didn’t make it to the bathroom,” she mumbled through tears and anger