IT WASN’T MY FAULT

 

Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are this week gathered around a damaged car at an auto body shop. 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 Rochelle herself. Thanks, Rochelle.

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/2017/05/10/12-may-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

IT WASN’T MY FAULT by P.S. Joshi

It was Brenda’s first day driving on her own in the used car her dad bought for her. She came quietly into the house.

“How’d it go sweetheart?” her mother asked.

When she didn’t answer, her dad leaned forward in his chair.

“Something’s wrong. What’s wrong?”

Immense tears streamed down Brenda’s cheeks.

Her dad rushed outside. “What the hell? This door mirror is crushed.”

Brenda walked outside, feet dragging.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…I parked it and it was like that when I came out to get in.”

“Okay, darlin’, I understand. It happened to me once.”

I HAD A FRIEND

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Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

Here is my contribution for this week to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories by the group. The link is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/06/29/mondays-finish-the-story-june-29th-2015/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 4+12+142=158

I HAD A FRIEND by P.S. Joshi

“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victims approached.” The voice of the narrator went on.

I said to my daughter, “That’s about a real town.”

She looked at me to see if I was serious. “How could that be? How do you know?”

I hesitated, but had begun to tell, so continued. “I had a friend who lived there with her husband, and we emailed each other. One day she stopped. I also knew her niece, so asked her what had happened.

“The tears ran down the niece’s face, and she seemed to make a decision.Finally she said her mother learned they had died somehow and drove there for the funeral. She never returned. Later she emailed saying they were all three living together and for her daughter never to come there.

“The girl emailed back asking why, and her mother just emailed , ‘We don’t glitter in the sun.'” *

*This is in reference to the Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer. Symbol for Monday's Finish the Story anniversary-1x purple-flowers-may-2013 Written  Act of Kindness Award tour-through-blogland-21

DEBBIE THE DOLL

Doll parts

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted byBarbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories. The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/05/04/mondays-finish-the-story-may-4th-2015/

Genre: Children’s Fiction

Word Count: 3+15+150=168 Words

DEBBIE THE DOLL by P.S. Joshi

After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart. It was a good thing she snapped together like pop pearls.

The baby pulled Debbie apart about twice a week. It was always the same. Meg, three, would forget her on the floor. Gloria, ten months, would find her.

“Dolly,” Gloria would shout.

First, off would come Debbie’s head (pop), then her arms (pop-pop) then her legs (pop-pop). It was always the same. Gloria would then crawl away from the scene of the naughty act.

Meg would come back and start shouting, “Mom-e-e-e!”

Mommy would come and on would go Debbie’s head (pop), then her arms (pop-pop), then her legs (pop-pop).

Mommy would tell Meg, “Don’t leave Debbie on the floor.”

Meg, tears running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin, would say, “Yes, Mommy.”

One day Mommy left a lovely set of wooden beads on a side table. Gloria found them.

“Ooh,” she said. She pulled extra hard.

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DON’T WORRY

 

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Copyright–Madison Woods

 

Here we are again to show our creativity by writing original stories for the Friday Fictioneers weekly challenge. This challenge 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 talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the gracious hostess for this challenge.  This week she’s visiting family, so a prompt from a couple of years ago is being reused. The prompt had been supplied by the previous hostess, Madison Woods. Thanks again, Madison. Have a good trip, Rochelle. The link to Friday Fictioneers is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/27/29-august-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

DON’T WORRY By P.S. Joshi

Julia Warren slogged the whole day cleaning  for her bridge party the next afternoon.

Tommy ran in to show his mom the bag. “Look at all this candy. This is better than last Halloween. What a haul.”

“Listen Tommy,” she threatened,” don’t overdo. Remember last year.”

He looked at her in disgust. “Hey Mom, I’m ten now. Don’t you think I know better than to overeat?” He raced to his room.

Two hours later, Tom Warren found his wife scrubbing at the hall carpet. “Dare I ask?”

“Tommy didn’t make it to the bathroom,” she mumbled through tears and anger

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