Photo Copyright: Amy Reese

Here we are again. This week we’re in a hallway. I chose to call it a hospital hallway. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer group. Our hostess is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge 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 Amy Reese. Thanks, Amy.

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:

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


Laura remembered losing consciousness and waking up in the hospital. She’d suffered from a failing heart for several years but refused to worry as it wouldn’t help.

Her family took care she didn’t overtax herself. There was always someone with her day and night. She wasn’t scared and knew one day she’d be reunited with her husband, Thomas, who’d died years before.

There was no one in the room with her. She felt better, so decided to get up and walk down the hallway. Then she saw it, a bright light ahead. Thomas was holding out his hand.

“Come, sweetheart.”




Written Act of Kindness Award






Copyright — Madison Woods

It’s time once more for the new Friday Fictioneers’ weekly story challenge. This weekly 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. This week’s prompt is the Second Summer Rerun as Rochelle is enjoying a well-deserved vacation. It was first posted on August 16, 2012, and supplied by Madison Woods. Thanks again Madison.

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

WAR’S OVER by P.S. Joshi

“Dad,” said Bob Jr., “Is it true that great-great-great-granddad Mitchell came home from the Civil War in 1865, put his gun in the old maple tree, and the tree grew around it?”

Bob Sr. looked at his son and become serious. “Yep, he sure did. He was sick of war and had seen both his cousin and his best friend die. It almost broke his heart. So he came back, put that gun in the tree, married his childhood sweetheard, and never used a gun in anger again. He always said there was no glory in war, only loss