WATER PLANT

 

Photo Copyright: Janet Webb

Here we are this week sitting in a room with an assortment of objects on a table near the window. We’ve gathered again 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 counting 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 Janet Webb. Thanks, Janet.

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/2017/07/12/14-july-2017/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

WATER PLANT by P.S. Joshi

Sofia discovered the tiny plant on Monday growing between lily pads in the nearby stream. It looked so helpless she took pity on it and brought it inside to continue growing in water in a fish bowl on her windowsill.

On Tuesday, she was amazed to see the roots filled the bowl and the top of the plant rose above as it reached for the sun.

On Wednesday, her neighbor stopped by and found Sofia lifeless, her body covered with thick roots inserted into her.

The local doctor called the agricultural station, locked the house, and hung a DANGER sign.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE DAM

 

submerged pipe and hose--Dale Rogerson

Photo Copyright: Dale Rogerson

Here we are for another week. This week, we’re gathered high in the virtual mountains near a virtual dam. Our guide and hostess for this trip and gathering is the gracious and talented artist and author, Rocehlle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers, and the challenge for each of us in the group 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 by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale.

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/2015/10/28/30-october-2015/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE DAM by P.S. Joshi

We lived in a beautiful valley in the mountains. A clean stream flowed through it. Our ancestors lived there many years before us, and built our homes.

One day important men came and told us a dam was needed. They said they wanted our valley, and would give us other good land to live on and farm.

Our valley and village are now far under water. We are living in a new village built by us. The land is not good for farming.

Water from the dam is sent by pipes to the city.

No one can help us now.

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MIST AND MOON

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Copyright–Erin Leary

Again it’s time for the new Friday Fictioneers’ weekly story.  This weekly challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s to have a beginning, middle, and end and follow the pricture prompt given for that week. The hostess for this challenge is the ever gracious and talented author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by Erin Leary. Thanks Erin.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/21/23-may-2014/

Genre:  Horror Fiction

MIST AND MOON by P.S. Joshi

Near this stream the bloodied body of the stranger was found, throat torn open. Only an outsider would dare wander here at night. Mist rose from the chilled water but the full moon still cast its relentless light upon the scene.

“Wolf,” they said. But they knew; they always knew. Heavy bolts were thrown and thick shutters fastened with strong latches every night.

She was the exception and wandered alone along the bank, fearing nothing but the glowing  sphere. She abruptly thrust her grizzled muzzle skyward and a tremendous howl rent the air, freezing the villagers’ blood. “Werewolf!” it warned.

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