25 July 2014

Published July 23, 2014 by rochellewisoff


Friday Fictioneers Rules.

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Below is the PHOTO PROMPT. Where does it take you? Let your imagination run free, free from the confines of the box. ;)


Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


            Like his imposing father, Qiu towered over most boys his age. Yet, unlike Shuliang He, he preferred serenity to battle.

            “Eat.” Zhenzai stroked her son’s cheek and tapped his crooked nose. “Your rice is getting cold.”  

            He rolled his chopsticks between his thumb and forefinger, his gentle eyes filled with pain and tears.

            “Mama, why am I so ugly?”

            She hugged him. “Not so.”

            “It is so.”

           “Listen to me.” She tightened her embrace. “Someday you will be a great teacher.”

            “No one will hear me. They will only see my face.”

            “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” 


To learn more about Zhenzai click the Chinese calligraphy below.

Kong Fuzi


**It seems that no two articles agreed on every point of the teacher’s life so all should be taken with an extra tablespoon of soy sauce and stirred with the proper chopsticks. 


“The honorable and upright man keeps well away from both the slaughterhouse and the kitchen. And he allows no knives on his table.” 

Kong Fuzi


Published July 21, 2014 by rochellewisoff

It never occurred to me to designate a theme song for my blog until Junk Chuck (whoever he) dropped by my “About Rochelle” page and left this video. Nothing more to add. Enjoy!

;) Shalom,


P.S. Click here to meet Chuck. You won’t be sorry. 

World Travelers: Friday Fictioneers

Published July 18, 2014 by rochellewisoff

Every week at least one hundred global writers shorten the distance by sharing  their flash fictions based on a single photo prompt. I have the honor and privilege of  hosting the Friday Fictioneers challenge created by Madison Woods three years ago. I’ll probably never meet each one face to face, although I’ve been able to meet up with a few.

This past week, Friday Fictioneers Bill and Janet Webb had lunch Sandra Crook and her husband Neville on their boat in France.

The Crooks and the Webbs

From left to right: Neville and Sandra Crook, Janet and Bill Webb (who resembles neither zombie nor zed).

Also among our world travelers is Dawn Landau who lives in Washington state met with fellow fictioneer Björn Rudberg for lunch in Stockholm.

Dawn and Björn

I love putting more than faces to names, don’t you?

18 July 2014

Published July 16, 2014 by rochellewisoff




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Below is the PHOTO PROMPT. Can you tell me what this photo says to you in a hundred. (Complete story: beginning, middle and end)  I dare you to step outside your comfort zone.  I double dare you!


PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Adam Ickes

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word count: 100


            “Elise? We need to talk about your labs.”

            It’s been over an hour since I sat down in the waiting room.

            ‘What if’s’ torment me.  I comb my hair with my fingertips, loop a curl around my pinkie and imagine myself bald.

            Stop that!

            Just because my doctor has concerns she wants to discuss doesn’t mean it’s…

            Oh God, what will Steve do without me? Will he remarry? What about the kids?

            My eyes sting.

            Pole-vaulter to conclusions? Sue me. I’m an Aries.

            The nurse enters to summon the next patient and stares at me. I hold my breath.


11 July 2014

Published July 9, 2014 by rochellewisoff



Friday Fictioneers Rules.

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Below is the PHOTO PROMPT. What does it say to you? Tell me in one hundred words or less. 

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Kelly Sands

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


            Nine-year-old Laurel shivered and rubbed her eyes.

            “Are we going to die, Mum?”

            Her mother held her tight and shouted over concussions that juddered the shelter. 

            “The storm will pass.”

             The ceiling caved in, their lantern shattered on the floor and her world went black.   

            In the morning sirens sounded the “all clear” and by afternoon civil defense workers had dug their way through to them.

            Laurel squeezed Mum’s cold, stiff hand.  “Wake up. Please, wake up. The bombers are gone.”


            In the cold darkness of the wine cellar the storm still raged.

            Eighty-one-year-old Laurel shivered and rubbed her eyes.    


The Gift

Published July 3, 2014 by rochellewisoff

For the first time in over two years I took a two-week break from Friday Fictioneers. The reason being that I had some special out of town guests and I wanted to devote as much time to them as I could. Many of you know these two stellar writers, Janet Webb from Naperville, IL and Douglas MacIlroy from Kamuela, HI.  

Since Doug planned to be in town for a couple of disc golf tournaments I invited him to the “Fields Bed and Breakfast.” Naperville isn’t far from Kansas City so I extended an invitation to Janet. One of the perks of having more than one guest room is that we can accommodate more than one guest.

Janet and me on the Sofa

It was nice to relax and get in some recreational reading. I think I was waking up from a recreational nap when Doug snapped the photo.

Doug at my desk

Doug sitting at my desk.

 One of the high points of the visit was a trip to Joplin where we had lunch with Russell and Connie Gayer. Since they live in Arkansas we met in a somewhat central location. On the way we stopped for gas in Webb City, MO. Doug snapped the next photo. Too good to pass up. 

Janet in Webb City

Janet Webb in front of that Webb City water tower.

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Connie and Russell Gayer. A rather serious expression on one of our favorite humorists.

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The man behind me is my husband, Jan. Connie took the picture.

We celebrated Doug’s victory in his division of the KC Wide Open. 


One of Doug's favorite Kansas City sites. A disc golf shop downtown. The photo's a bit blurry but the expression on his face says, "I've found Paradise."

One of Doug’s favorite Kansas City sites. A disc golf shop downtown. The photo’s a bit blurry but the expression on his face says, “I’ve found Paradise.”

Selfie in a reflection. Doug had to snap this one so you get an idea of the differences in our heights. (One of us has some.)

Selfie in a reflection. Doug had to snap this one so you get an idea of the differences in our heights. (One of us has some.)

While Doug was in Columbia for his second tournament, I managed to break my toe, the second in two months. You can read all about it here

Fancy Footwear

Y’all come back now. Take your shoes off…at your own risk.  

4 July 2014

Published July 2, 2014 by rochellewisoff



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What does the photo prompt below say to you? Tell me in a hundred words. ;)

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

World Count: 99


            “There’s so much I haven’t seen, Mom.”

            “It’ll keep. You’re only eighteen.”

            “I’m a woman.”

            “You’re still a child. The city will eat you alive.”

            “It’s a full scholarship.”

            Three months later, miles from parental scrutiny, Evelyn strolled into the university studio, virgin sketchbook under her arm. 

            She lowered herself onto an art bench, looked up at the statuesque model on a raised platform, held her pencil erect at arm’s length to calculate perspective and, with great relish, contemplated all that nature had bestowed upon him.

            “Study hard,” her mother had said.

            Evelyn smiled.

            “I will, Mom, I will.”  

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