GREAT AUNT’S BEQUEST

 

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Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are once again. This week we’re gathered in the virtual living room of an old mansion on a rainy night. Our hostess for this gathering is, as always, the gracious and talented, newly-retired from her day job, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers. The challenge for each of us in the group this week, as always, 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 provided for the week. This week’s prompt was provided again by Rochelle. Thanks, Rochelle.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/16-october-2015/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

GREAT AUNT’S BEQUEST by P.S. Joshi

Rebecca inherited her great aunt’s decrepit Victorian mansion. A trained decorator, she decided to remodel.

She’d gone to look it over, and became interested in several problems. Now it was dark. Worse, powerful gusts of rain were assaulting. She decided to stay the night.

Finding clean blankets in a closet, she removed the dust cover from a couch.

“Good thing I paid the electricity bill.”

Sometime later, she woke in a cold sweat. Her heart thumping, she saw her breath.

A pale female form glided toward her.

“I want to tell you why I left you this house,” it said.

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MAGIC OF ELECTRICITY

 

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Copyright–Ted Strutz

Here we are for another week, gathered today in an electric company, in front of an outlet, to discuss power and our original stories for the Friday Fictioneer’s group. It’s surprising how many stories can be written using the weekly prompt of an electric plug. The prompt this week was supplied by group member, Ted Strutz. Thanks again, Ted. The challenge for this group 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 weekly picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read the other stories.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/01/28/23-january-2015/

Genre: Non-fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

MAGIC OF ELECTRICITY By P.S. Joshi

In India, where we live, electricity is almost like magic. We’re among the fortunate ones who live in a city where we get electric power most of the time.

Of course, it’s not like in the West where we took it for granted. Outages are sometimes unexpected. On Thursdays, we often have what is termed “load-shedding”. The power is turned off most of the daytime to save on it. We have a battery lantern.

In rural areas, they can have  eight hours or more without power during the day. Some remote places have never had it. It’s difficult for students.

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BLIZZARD

 

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Copyright — Kelly Sands

Once again it’s time for us to show our creativity and write a new story for the Friday Fictioneers’ weekly challenge. This challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for that week. The gracious hostess for this challenge is the talented author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt for this week is a photo supplied by Kelly Sands. Thanks Kelly.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/11-july-2014/

Genre:  Nonfiction

Word Count:  100 Words

BLIZZARD by P.S. Joshi

Well into the winter of 1977-78, we were living in an apartment in northeast Ohio. Our son was about 1 1/2 and I was 8 months pregnant with our daughter.

The local radio station gave a blizzard warning. It was so quiet outside you could hear yourself breathe. It seemed human movement in the city had stopped.

Then it began. It snowed and snowed and snowed. Soon there was news of shelter for people in areas lacking electricity. Calls came in from farmers without electricy and with cows to be milked. Were there generators available?

Fortunately, we didn’t lose electricity.

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