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 KNIGHT OF LAVENDER AND ROSES

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–August, 28th, 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/2016/08/28/sunday-photo-fiction-august-28th-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE KNIGHT OF LAVENDER AND ROSES by P.S. Joshi

Reginald and Kathryn were twins born to the Earl of Camingham.

“But you can’t become a knight, Kathryn,” Reginald told her many times. “You’re a girl.”

“I don’t care,” she said with defiance. “I will be if I want to.”

Their aunt Mercedes sympathized with her as she’d always wanted to be a knight.

“I’ll tell you what,” she told Kathryn one day. “If you want to train I’ll find you someone who’ll help, and I’ll buy your armor when you’re ready. You won’t be knighted but can join in a quest and a tournament if you want. Well-trained you’ll be safer. Understand, though, there’s a chance you’ll be injured.”

“I don’t care, auntie,” said Kathryn. It’s my greatest desire to be a knight.”

Her aunt was as good as her word. And so was born the legend of the Knight of Lavender and Roses. He could lift a pint and joust with the best of them.

“What an extremely handsome knight he is,” commented Sir Randolph. “He’s pretty enough to be a girl.”

“Wouldn’t that be a joke on all of us fellows,” answered Sir Humphrey.

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THE TOAST

 

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Copyright — Marie Gail Stratford

 

Here we are once again around the virtual banquet table with our hostess, the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re sharing our original stories for the weekly feast of the Friday Fictioneers. Our quest 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 Marie Gail Stratford. Thanks Marie Gail.

After this week, I’m taking a break for a couple weeks. Our daughter is coming to India for a visit. Also, although I’ve done my best to read all stories in the past, I’m finding my days filling up. Besides trying to do some writing of my own and reading up on the craft to improve, I’ve had to deal with the fact my husband broke his hip, then came down with a serious chest and throat infection. He’s almost 84.  Even with a lady to help care for him 24/7, I also employ two other people and have to manage everything to make sure it runs smoothly. I’m also continually struggling with internet and computer problems here. The electric often goes on and off and messes up my cable service. Even with the cable service , my computer often runs as slow as a sick snail. I’ll continue this week, and after my  break, to read and comment on many of the stories. I’ll try especially to read and comment on those of writers who read and comment on mine, but I can’t continue to read them all. Thank you for understanding.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/26-september-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE TOAST By P.S. Joshi

The knights were all gathered around the banquet table.

Sir Randolph the Resourceful raised his cup of mead. “I toast to His Royal Majesty the King.” All toasted and drank up their cups.

Sir Malcolm the Manly raised his cup. “I toast to all the brave knights at this table.” Again all toasted and drank up.

Sir Brandon the Brave raised his cup. “I toast to the beginning of our quest tomorrow.” Again all toasted and drank up.

Sir Thomas the Thoughtful raised his cup. “I toast the decision we delay the quest.” All agreed, toasted, drank, and fell asleep

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