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Friday Fictioneers - Childhood Glance They eyed each other from a distance. He was playing softball with his friends. Nearby, she was jumping rope tirelessly, her favorite playtime activity. Snap, a home run flew over the fence. “You hit it, you get it,” Guichi yelled. Tito bent down to pick up the ball and caught a glimpse of her. Their eyes locked. She looked away, but her heart fluttered. Before family and friends, they… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers 290324: Dance The prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s challenge hosted by Rochelle, is the below photo by Dale. ‘Come on, darling. We’re getting late to class,” Sonia coaxed Sara, locking the car.Sara dragged her feet to the single storey building that housed her nightmare. Why did she have to learn to dance? Every minute of the forty-five-minute class was pure torture.‘Can you hurry. Here, let me take… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers - Psych Ward Friday Fictioneers – Psych Ward It was challenging to walk in shackles. My hands ache from the cuffs. How would I manage if I fell? They don’t care. He was just a homeless bum sleeping on a sidewalk. It doesn’t matter to anyone that someone is killing the sleeping homeless. How would I know if the guy searching through my stuff was the killer? Now, I walk in shackles because I defended my bare essentials. Now, I’m a violently… View On WordPress

Gingerbread Jamboree Mrs. Gingerbread was losing her patience, “Reese, Heath, Graham, Candy! Daddy and I already dressed for the Ugly Sweater Party. Get your behinds ready!” “Mo-oom! Reese stole my hat!” “Yeah! ‘Cuz I gotta have green to match my necklace.” “Reese… just wear your green sweater. Heath, put your other black shoe on, please.” “But I wanna wear black and red!” Heath’s lip quivered. Mrs. Gingerbread… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers - Holiday Tradition Mom was determined to have our usual Chinese holiday dinner. What about Covid? They say all restaurants are closed. COVID or no COVID, we eat Chinese; it’s tradition. After all, take-out is always available; big night for business. Walk over to Mott Street; there’s a small alley with lots of bright signs. You’ll find our favorite place for moo shoo chicken, Kim Pow, and Wonton soup. But… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers : There’s always a first time PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Reema stared at the waves nervously. Amit hadn’t objected when she had told him. And a month later, here she was, in the South of France on a plein air painting course. ‘That’s a good spot you’ve chosen. You can paint there,’ Ray said. Reema put her easel down and placed her canvas on it. It tottered and fell. Reema felt her cheeks turn red. ‘Here, let me… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers - Memories Friday Fictioneers – Memories Standing in the middle of the family room, I close my eyes. Breathing deeply, I can almost smell the warmth of bread baking while pies cool on the window sill. I can imagine being awakened by the aromatic brew of fresh coffee. I can’t help but wonder about the many evenings after dinner when my grandmother would gather the children and impart her wisdom with stories of her native homeland and… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers 16th October

Friday Fictioneers 16th October https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/10/14/16-octobetr-2020/ The Boy’s Boat Mom, mom! Look, it’s the boat I want! Jimmy, first of all, that boat isn’t for sale. Secondly, do you really want a pink boat? Mom, It is beautiful. It is the color of a precious rose or a newborn baby girl’s blanket! Jimmy, when have you seen a rose that color? The last time Dad brought you roses. Um, I… View On WordPress

Paint #FridayFictioneers

Paint #FridayFictioneers #story #flashfiction #100words #life #drama #summer #horror #mystery #artist #paintings #writer #blog With paint and canvas, I could disappear. It didn’t matter what was happening in the world or what my mood was, I could always find peace with brushes, colours and images. People asked me where I got my inspiration from and how I came up with all this strange but fascinating paintings. I shrugged and told them I had a great imagination and eye for the unusually. ‘I can’t stop looking at it! It’s… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers - The Window

Friday Fictioneers – The Window George stares out the window. He doesn’t read anymore, not even the paper; no television either. Just watches the joggers running; the seasons changing. Been like that since they found Rhonda brutally murdered in the alley behind the ‘Honk-If-Your from Texas’ bar. He’d sit at the bar talking to Rhonda, great gal with a chest to match. George eats, sleeps, and stares out the lace-curtained… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers - A Night’s Simple Gratitude Although the restaurant wasn’t handing out food tonight, he felt no ill will. The homeless shelter had freshly brewed coffee and donuts set out. It would be enough for him. The streetlights were a warm welcome for the oncoming damp, chilly night. The lamppost, near his favorite bench, was the ideal place to secure the fine bicycle he’d found at the Salvation Army today. The boots fit him… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers 280224- Gift ©Fleur Lind The photograph loomed like a giant threatening to topple over the present. It was the family’s first car. Little Anil had rammed it into the neighbour’s wall on its first day at home. He’d gone on his first road trip in it, driving along the West coast- he and three of his friends. In their twenties- out of college- ready to take on the world. Anil smiled at the memory. He’d had… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers Find the prompt on Rochelle’s site: https://rochellewisoff.com/2021/06/16/18-june-2021/ My focus had been on my feet, trying to maintain my footing despite the uneven ground or large roots protruding into the path. It wasn’t until I heard the snap of a branch that I looked up and saw the root cellar. Slowly I approached and could hear the soft hum of a guitar. Was I hearing things? As soon as… View On WordPress

Light Stage #FridayFictioneers

Light Stage #FridayFictioneers #story #100words #writingprompt #theatre #stage #fairies #children #writer #blog The acrobats were like nothing ever seen before. Against the black stage backdrop, the men and woman were glowing neon lights come to life. They performed with a swiftness that years of practise had given them; they balanced on top of each other, swung from heights, juggled and walked on stilts. The children wowed their wonder, cried their delight and gasped at the feats before them. When it as… View On WordPress

Packages #FridayFictioneers

Packages #FridayFictioneers #shortstory #100words #summer #writingprompt #lockdown #coronavirus #home #deliveries #writer #blog The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. On the doorstep was a medium size box. Looking up, I saw the deliveryman waving as he went back to his van. I waved back then gathered my parcels. ‘Postman?’ my husband called from the study where he was working from home. ‘No…it’s a thing for me,’ I answered. ‘More Amazon?’ I went to deny it but I couldn’t. Since starting lockdown my world had moved… View On WordPress

The Rock Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. Photo Courtesy of Sandra Crook You know how it is when a roving bunch of flowers and a carpet of plants get together. Nights of mass pollination, abuse of Miracle-Gro, and slinging compost hither and yon. Pets were terrorized and… The Rock

The Plant It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields. Our prompt this week is the image below. 100 words. Photo courtesy of Nancy Richy Nobody knew what kind of plant it was. The previous condo-owners had left it behind. Maybe it would’ve been a hassle to take along. Either way it was Sammy & Gwen’s hassle now. It wouldn’t stop growing –- even after six months without… The Plant

Thumb Image by Roger Bultot It’s Friday Fictioneers! Click here to learn more and join in. Connie was in the back seat of their car. She desperately searched the streets in hopes of catching someone’s eye, but there were no eyes to catch — stupid rain. Maybe the green bus. Surely someone would be on it. If only they’d have pulled up next to it. They kept going and the neighborhoods… View On WordPress

Friday Fictioneers - Mom’s Will Be Mom’s Friday Fictioneers – Mom’s Will Be Mom’s Charles, please eat something. You’ve been on your computer for hours. Mom, I have to finish my thesis. My graduation ceremony is in May. I need to finish this. I thought computers were supposed to make things easier and quicker. Seriously, Mom??? You need to add your info or research your information. It all takes time. Well, I’m bringing you something to eat since you refuse to leave this… View On WordPress

The Legend of the Niris The Legend of the Niris In the land of Sunder, there lives a creature – an avian beast which dominates the skies and seas. The Klyft, an icy, virulent body of water bordering Sunder’s western coast, is home to these impossibly aquatic birds, called the Niris. Their young travel from expansive Eggyards in Andar, across the Klyft, and come to rest at Sunder’s edge. Their mothers pluck the eggs from the sea and store them… View On WordPress