THE CONCERT

 

Photo Copyright by Bjorn Rudberg

Here we are for another week. Today we’re touring an old mansion reported to be haunted. We’re seated in the music room. 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 Bjorn Rudberg. Thanks, Bjorn.

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/2016/11/16/18-november-2016/

Genre: Speculative Humor Fiction

Word Count: 98 Words

THE CONCERT by P.S. Joshi

The old Bartlett mansion was reported to be haunted. Jed Bartlett, the inherited owner, had never gone there to actually find out.

One day he convinced his wife to accompany him. They were determined to spend the night.

About midnight they heard a sound from the music room. Entering, they found a misty presence playing a cello. They sat to listen.

Two weeks later, the first concert was scheduled. The posters read:  Cello concert by spirit of Julia Bartlet, 1840-1920–To be held at Bartlet mansion–Saturday, 12 midnight–Proceeds going to Planktown Hospital where Miss Bartlet died.

THE MIDNIGHT MELODY

 

Photo Copyright: Jan W. Fields

Here we all are again for another week. Today we’re gathered in a virtual room with a virtual harpsichord on display. 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 Jan W. Fields. Thanks, Jan.

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/2016/01/20/22-january-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE MIDNIGHT MELODY By P.S. Joshi

My friend Marge and I had often heard about the haunted Fritzen mansion. We decided to pay a fee and spend the night in residence.

It was said the ghost of Mitzie Ann Fritzen, the unmarried daughter of millionaire Horace Fritzen, had haunted for years since her tragic death of a heart attack as she played her favorite plaintive piece on the harpsichord.

It was a chilly, full-moon night.

We arranged our sleeping bags and waited with trepidation.

At midnight. her spirit appeared and began to play.

We both agreed on one point. Mitzie Ann could have used more lessons.

UNFORGETABLE

 

Copyright–Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Here we are again. We’ve gathered at the tables of a virtual sidewalk cafe in Hollywood. We’re here in the movie capital of the U.S. to discuss our original stories for another week. Our hostess for this weekly event is the talented and gracious author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This is the coming together of the Friday Fictioneer’s group. The challenge is to each write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. The prompt this week was supplied by our hostess herself, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thanks again Rochelle.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.workpress.com/2014/11/12/14-november-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

UNFORGETABLE By P.S. Joshi

Mamie Brunfield had been a big, big movie and TV star in the 1950’s. Now in her 80’s, with a great memory, she was going to write her memoir. She had known many men intimately and worked with many stars still alive. Fear in Hollywood was living and breathing.

She hired a ghost writer to come to her spacious mansion perched in the Hollywood hills.

Earnest Dithing was seriously thinking of suing Mamie for slander.

“What did I ever see in the old goat?” he asked his young, shapely blond wife.

“Will I lose my bee-oo-ti-ful diamonds Ernie-wernie?” she whimpered.