Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

We’re here with Rochelle this week sitting near an ancient wall in Jerusalem. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. As mentioned, 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:

Genre: Historic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


It was Passover and the family of Samuel Ben Chaim was on its way to Jerusalem. As they trudged along they met friends from previous trips to the Temple.

Even the grandmother, Miriam had come with them. She rode astride the family donkey. In camp at night, she told of pilgrimages from her youth. She was a wealth of information.

Finally, there was the Temple in the distance. They felt stronger as they drew close.

Then began the ‘Song of Ascents of David’.

“I was glad when they said to me,

       Let us go to the house of the Lord!”*


*Psalm 122, “Song of Praise and Prayer for Jerusalem”, Holy Bible, The New Revised Standard Version, Catholic Edition For India, page 657.



















Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–December 18th, 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 counting 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:

Genre: Human Interest Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words


The Buddhist monk entered the ancient temple on the high mountain and knelt in front of the large statue of the Buddha.

The monastery temple was cold but his mind was elsewhere. He followed Lamrim, the stages of the path to enlightenment.  Fingering his wooden prayer beads, he murmured the chant of meditation.

He meditated on his past life much of which had been in the monastery. His mother was poor and had brought him here as a child.

The other monks gradually came and knelt, each following his own path. Some had come as little more than children and others when older. It was hard to tell age. Their heads were shaved and they all wore similar attire, a sea of orange.

Incense was lit, the smoke winding its way upward. All hoped their souls would become part of the eternal whole.

This was the scene that greeted the weary traveler as he entered and knelt with them. He wasn’t a Buddhist, but also searched for enlightenment.

His life had been a search for true love but it had evaded him. Great wealth was his but no peace. Sadly, neither could be bought. He’d tried.




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