The Present State of the City

Photo Copyright: Randy Mazie

Here we are again and this week we’re gathered near a boarded-up factory. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s 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 counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Randy Mazie. Thanks, Randy. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling frog. Next, follow the given directions.

9 August 2019

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 99 Words

The Present State of the City by P.S. Joshi

The city once was buzzing with activity, the downtown crammed with shoppers.

The local cinema showed the name of the latest movie.

Now, the cinema was showing X-rated movies. Few people were downtown.

The enormous factory, once humming with the buzz, whir, and clank of the line of cars in the making was silent. No more the smells of oil, grease, and paint. Windows were boarded up.

No bicycles were left outside homes due to theft.

A sign downtown offered quick cash for a government check.

This was the state of Pickering, Michigan today. We had nowhere else to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE SECRET QUEST OF SIR JOHN

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 7, 2018. Each week the host, Al Forbes provides a picture prompt taken by himself or sent in by one of the other participants in the group of writers. 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 taken by Al 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/2018/01/07/sunday-photo-fiction-january-7th-2018/

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE SECRET QUEST OF SIR JOHN by P.S. Joshi

Sir John and his page sat high on their coursers as they rode from the castle. They required speed. From the heights of the trail leading down, he viewed the surrounding city.

The queen had given him a message to take to her husband near the battlefield. He knew he might not survive. If he was shot down, his page would take over. The message must arrive.

The cold had gone and the horses slipped on the muddy path. The city was skirted.

Behind the lines, John found the king’s tent, quickly dismounted, and entered.

“Sire,” he said as he knelt, “the queen has sent an urgent message.”

“Arise,” said the ruler. “Give it me.” A look of surprise and dismay came on the monarch’s face as he read.

“Sir John do you know the contents of this missal?”

“No Your Majesty.”

“This is indeed serious news. My brother, Sir Henry has turned traitor. The enemy knows some of our battle plans. We must fight all the harder. May God in His mercy be with us this day. Let us pray.”

Heads bowed.

“Almighty God look upon and protect your servants. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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MAGICAL REALM

 

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Photo Copyright: Marie Gail Stratford

Here we all are again another week. Today we’re sitting in a virtual air-conditioned library in a virtual large city. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious writer and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to 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 Marie Gail Stratford. Thanks, Marie Gail.

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/2016/03/30/1-april-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

MAGICAL REALM by P.S. Joshi

Betty grabbed a hand towel and wiped her forehead where the sweat inched down.

It was midsummer in the city and intense heat bounced off everything outside. Even breathing was an effort.

Lucky she had a magical realm to escape to. Her coach waited outside.

“Princess,” her dad said as he opened the door of his taxi. “Off we go to the land of castles, princes, and wicked witches.”

Shorty he pulled up in front of the main library. Betty got out. “Bye Dad,” she called as she walked up the steps and into the air-conditioned land of books.

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