AN IGNORED WARNING?

 

Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayr

Here we are this week in a garden near a purple door. We’ve gathered in this lovely place 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 C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.

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 his week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/11/23/25-november-2016/

Genre: Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

AN IGNORED WARNING? by P.S. Joshi

John dreamed every night about a purple door. It was always the same. He’d touch the door and wake up.

He told his wife about it but she just told him not to pay attention.

One night he was finally able to open the door.

On the other side was a marvelous vista of an exquisite green meadow full of flowers and a magnificent castle in the distance.

John’s wife woke to find him lifeless, stiff, and cold beside her.

The doctor at the hospital spoke with her.

“The autopsy shows it was a heart attack. Was there any warning?”

 

ONE DAY A PRINCE

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–August 7th, 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/2016/08/07/sunday-photo-fiction-august-7th-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

SOME DAY A PRINCE by P.S. Joshi

Laura always told her friends, “One day a prince will come and take me to his castle.”

“Sure,” they said. “we all dream about that.” They would then walk away laughing.

One night she heard something on her balcony–yes she had one. Don’t laugh.

She opened the doors and looked out. There was a grappling hook fastened to her balcony railing. A long rope led up to a hot air balloon floating overhead.

A handsome prince was sliding down the attached rope. She pinched herself, but she wasn’t sleeping.

“Hello, Laura,” he said as he reached the end of his rope. “I’ve finally shown up.”

“Where have you been?” she asked frowning. “You can’t believe how many times my friends have laughed at me.”

His bottom lip stuck out. He asked, “Aren’t you glad to see me? I’ve come to take you to my castle to wed you. Can you cook?”

“What else do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Well, there’s the spring cleaning and providing me with heirs–at least five.”

“You’re no bargain. I’ll marry the boy next door. He’s really nice.”

“Good, be that way,” he said and climbed back up.

THE VINE-COVERED STAIRWAY

Photo Copyright: Amy Reese :

NOTE: The New Your Public Library in the United States has just uploaded nearly 200,000 digitalized images (pictures, maps, posters,etc.) anyone can use for free. They’re free of copyrights due to age so are in the public domain. The link is as follows:

http://digitalcollections.nypl.org

Here we all are again for another week. Today we’re gathered near a virtual old vine-covered stairway. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented 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 Amy Reese. Thanks, Amy.

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:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/01/13/15-january-2016/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE VINE-COVERED STAIRWAY By P.S. Joshi

Twelve-year-old Sarah was visiting her grandmother in the summer of 1967 and was bored.

Her grandmother gave permission to walk through the village, but not to go near the old estate on the edge as it was dilapidated and dangerous.

Sarah entered the village and saw the estate wall with a vine-covered stairway going to the top. It looked safe so she started to climb. It was sweltering, she felt dizzy, but finally reached the top.

Was her imagination tricking her? Stretching before her was a vast green meadow with a castle in the distance. She was in medieval dress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LUNCH BREAK

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.”

FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SIR RODERICK

Copyright: Rachel Bjerke

Here we are back for another week, gathered in a virtual inn near a small village surrounded by countryside. We’re here for a meeting of the Friday Fictioneers to discuss our original stories for the 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 whith 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 picture was supplied by Rachel Bjerke. Thanks, Rachel. To read the other stories from group members, just follow the link given below and click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for the other stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/18/20-march-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

A bit of backstory: Some time back, Sir Roderick’s ghost returned after a sleep of 400 years. The link for that first story is as follows:

https://patriciaruthsusan.wordpress.com/2014/12/24/sir-roderick-returns/

We are now following him to his next adventure. He’s decided to check on his favorite tavern nearby the castle. He’s also searching for any friends who may be around to bring him up-to-date and offer companionship. We find him reaching the sight of the tavern. We will read further episodes as he continues to learn his plight from friends along the way. Now for today’s story.

FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SIR RODERICK by P.S. Joshi

Sir Roderick was greatly disappointed when he saw the Spotted Stallion, his favorite drinking place. The wooden structure of inn and stables had rotted leaving only the brick fireplace and oven with the kitchen chimney. The woods had taken over the courtyard.

He was overjoyed at seeing both his old friend, Sir Thomas, and his favorite serving girl, Rose.

Thomas greeted him with a hug and moist eyes, “Roderick, you old scoundrel. I knew you’d be back.”

Rose greeted him with a peck on the cheek.

SIR RODERICK RETURNS

 

Copyright–Bjorn Rudberg

Here we are once again, gathered this week in a virtual ruined castle with our gracious and talented hostess and guide, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It’s December, but there’s rumored to be a ghost who returns here only in the Christmas season, and we hope to catch a glimpse of him. We’re wearing our winter coats to keep warm. We’re also here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group, and the challenge is for each of us 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 Bjorn Rudberg. Thanks again Bjorn. We’ve just spotted the ghost, and Sir Roderick and I both wish all of you a Happy Holiday Season!

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/24/26-december-2014/

Genre:  Speculative Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

SIR RODERICK RETURNS By P.S. Joshi

It was Christmas Day in the year 1614. All the knights at the castle had feasted after the long pre-Christmas fast.

Sir Roderick felt chest pains. “Probably overate,” he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke refreshed, but met with a strange sight. Half the roof was gone, and he was sitting alone on the banquet hall floor. All furnishings were missing.

He arose and walked into the courtyard. It was overgrown with weeds. He walked to the steps down the wall. They were also covered with growth.

He would eventually learn his spirit had returned in 2014.