RAHNI OF THE HIMALAYAS

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 14, 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/2018/01/14/sunday-photo-fiction-january-14th-2018/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

RAHNI OF THE HIMALAYAS by P.S. Joshi

Rahni, a magnificent female snow leopard had cubs and herself to feed. She’d found a deep den when the birth was near but it was far from the livestock of the village where she’d previously made her home.

Two cubs survived and nursed for a time but had now become big enough for meat. A solitary animal, she was on her own.

Then she heard something different, the voices of men. Creeping close, she spied them from above.

“Sahib, when we camp tonight tie your horse near the fire. This is snow leopard territory.”

Mack Wallace was inexperienced, depending on his guide to keep him safe.

That night his mount became restless as it smelled the big cat.

By the time the guide realized it, the terrified horse had pulled loose and galloped up the path.

Rahni followed and waited for her prey to make a mistake. The fatigued animal tripped in the dark, falling heavily to the rocky ground. The feline jumped fifty feet from an overhang and landed on him. It was soon over. A stallion with a wounded leg was no match for the experienced leopard who sank her sharp fangs into his windpipe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AHEAD IN TIME

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction-December 3rd, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the 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 Forbes 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/2017/12/03/sunday-photo-fiction-december-3rd-2017/

Genre: Science Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

AHEAD IN TIME by P.S. Joshi

Frank entered the room where he kept his greatest invention, the Time Regulator. It was an improvement on a time machine. He could land within a second of a minute at his chosen destination.

He’d often wanted to travel to the year 2080 and see how his neighborhood at the base of the Blackford Cliffs had fared.

He stepped into the small enclosure, sat, and prepared the indicator for Saturday, June 22, 2080, Blackford Village, U.K. He clicked on the start pad and felt the jerk of movement forward in time.

Rather than landing in the village, he was about five feet from the cliff. Only half the village remained. A few old people slowly came out of the houses.

One of the men limped forward and spoke.

“Sir, what is this you’ve landed in?”

“Don’t be afraid. I’ve come from the past to see what’s become of my old neighborhood at the base of the cliff.”

A woman then spoke.

“I’m sorry to tell you those houses are under the water. Some scientists come occasionally and dive to the site to study it. About fifteen years ago the water level increased to finally cover the roofs.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

REMAINS

 

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Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

NOTE: My contest-winning short story was published this month in CQ Magazine. However, they’ve begun charging for subscriptions. I won’t ask anyone to buy a copy. I’ll certainly understand if you don’t. If you want to, the link is as follows:

https://www.magzter.com/GB/CQ-International/CQ-International-Magazine/Art/

Here we all are gathered for another week. Today we’re along a country river where one chair is sitting for some reason. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this 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 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 Ted Strutz. Thanks, Ted.

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/2017/02/08/10-february-2017/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

REMAINS By P.S.  Joshi

There’d been floods before in Illinois but never like this. When the Colters returned from the shelter they could hardly believe it.

Instead of the village of Martinsville there was a mud plain with skeletal remains of buildings leaning here and there. They drove out to their farm with dread.

The sight made them go into shock. The barn was on its side in the caked mud and the house was completely gone. All that remained was a lone kitchen chair.

The insurance company wouldn’t pay for rebuilding on the same location. Their home, hopes, and dreams were washed away.

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CAMPING IN QUEBEC

 

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Photo Copyright: Jan Wayne Fields

Here we are again another week. We’ve gathered this time at a campsite 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 Jan Wayne Fields, Rochelle’s husband. Thanks, Jan.

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/2016/11/30/2-december-2016/

Genre: Nonfiction

Word Count: 100 Words

CAMPING IN QUEBEC by P.S. Joshi

Before I was born, my dad used to go camping and fishing in Quebec, Canada. On one trip, he took my mother with him.

He’d carefully fastened the camping equipment to the top of his car. At least he thought he had.

At one stop they discovered all the equipment had loosened and fallen off.

He drove back to the nearest village he’d passed through and went to the village priest. Dad knew he’d speak English.

They waited while the priest inquired. Sure enough, all the equipment was returned.

Dad was impressed by the honesty of those French-Canadian people.

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THE VINE-COVERED STAIRWAY

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Photo Copyright: Amy Reese :

NOTE: The New Your Public Library in the United States has just uploaded nearly 200,000 digitalized images (pictures, maps, posters,etc.) anyone can use for free. They’re free of copyrights due to age so are in the public domain. The link is as follows:

http://digitalcollections.nypl.org

Here we all are again for another week. Today we’re gathered near a virtual old vine-covered stairway. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to each write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Amy Reese. Thanks, Amy.

To read the other stories by the group, 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/2016/01/13/15-january-2016/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE VINE-COVERED STAIRWAY By P.S. Joshi

Twelve-year-old Sarah was visiting her grandmother in the summer of 1967 and was bored.

Her grandmother gave permission to walk through the village, but not to go near the old estate on the edge as it was dilapidated and dangerous.

Sarah entered the village and saw the estate wall with a vine-covered stairway going to the top. It looked safe so she started to climb. It was sweltering, she felt dizzy, but finally reached the top.

Was her imagination tricking her? Stretching before her was a vast green meadow with a castle in the distance. She was in medieval dress.

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THE DAM

 

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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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IT LIVES!

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Copyright–B. W. Beacham

This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 works with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt for the week. The host for the challenge is the gracious and talented author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the prompt is a photo supplied by B. W. Beacham. Thanks, Barbara.

Again, for everyone’s information, be sure to check your Spam frequently as things get netted and put there that shouldn’t be there. I found some of the blogs I subscribe to in it. Others have found comments on the stories there.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/9-may-2014/

Genre: Horror Fantasy

IT LIVES! by P.S. Joshi

I call it a fish because that’s as close as I can come. It lurks quietly somewhere below the sun-dappled, rippled lake surface. That’s a place you wouldn’t expect it and it likes it that way. It waits. Somewhere it waits for its next victim.

Others laugh but it’s seen me and I’ve seen it: twelve feet long, blue-green scales, massive razor-sharp teeth, bulbous eyes that show unexpected intelligence, five foot tall dorsal fin.

I don’t go on or near that lake now. People have disappeared from the village without a single trace.

IT LIVES! I TELL YOU IT LIVES!

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Abigail Digby Day

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This is my story for Friday Fictioneers this week. This is a weekly challenge to write a story in 100 words with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s supposed to follow the picture prompt given for the week. The host for the challenge is the gracious and talented author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the picture is a photo supplied by DLovering. Many thanks Dee.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/11-april-2014/

Abigail Digby Day by P.S. Joshi

Driving from Boston to Cleveland on vacation last year, I stopped for gas in the tiny village of Pitfall, MA. I noticed decorations, so asked the gas attendant about the occasion.

“Well,” he said after he spit a wad of chewing tobacco on the cement, “it’s Abigail Digby Day.”

“Oh, was she an important person around here?”

“You might say she was a dang scary old bat.” he answered back, eyes watching the pump.”Died in 1969. Said she’d curse us if we didn’t celebrate her birthday yearly. Didn’t in 1970; there was a blasted blizzard in July that year.” friday-fictioneers