Friday Fictioneers: The Day Beethoven Schlepped

Welcome Dear Readers!

It’s time for the  fabulousness of the Friday Fictioneers where bloggers from around the solar system are challenged to write a 100-word story prompted by the weekly picture hosted and posted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields over at Addicted to Purple.  This week’s picture was provided by Rochelle herself:

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Day Beethoven Over Schlepped


What now, Mozart?

You broke my piano!

But I was sleeping.

You broke it when you rolled over, Beethoven!  You’re a horrible roommate!

You’re no prize yourself, Zart.

I told you to call me Mozart!  It suits my artistic temperament better!

Really? Better than knucklehead?

That does it! Pack your symphonies and go move in with Schubert.

Ah come on!  You know that guy puts the phony in symphony.  Listen, I’ll buy us a new piano.

And the garbage?

I’m Beethoven, I don’t schlep.

Do I have to call Schubert?

Okay! Don’t get your fingers in a knot! I’m schlepping, I’m schlepping.

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Until next time . . . I love you

Friday Fictioneers: If It’s Not One Thing It’s Another

Welcome Dear Readers!  It’s time for Friday Fictioneers!  Which means it’s time to pack up our knapsacks with 100 words of our own choosing, hike up to the top of our imaginations and jump off!  

Here’s this week’s creatively-inspirational picture brought to us via our Friday Fictioneer Hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at her blog, Addicted to Purple. Today’s picture was lent to us by Rich Voza over at


 If It’s Not One Thing It’s Another

Melissa! The blue one! Get it!  If any fall,  we’re fired.

We should quit, Roger.

But working at Doors-into-Nowhere-Land is just — ack! the yellow one —a stepping stone to getting better jobs at Disneyland, Melissa!


But what Melissa?  Hold that thought –the red one!

Couldn’t we just visit Disney– Roger! The yellow one! –land?

You mean just visit Disneyland for– oh that stupid blue one! –fun?

Yes! Let’s go tomorrow.  The red one, Roger! It’s our day off!

Hey!  Good–yikes the yellow one!–idea!

Oh Roger! I love—lookout for the blue one—you!

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Until next time . . . I love you


Friday Fictioneers: Jennifer Spectacular

Welcome Dear Readers!  

The week has rolled around again to Wednesday, (the week likes to roll around — kind of like a roll-a-way bed in an earthquake — only without the mattress) which means it’s time for The Friday Fictioneer Challenge!  Yay!

Challengers are asked to write a 100-words story about the weekly picture that is on display over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.   Rochelle is our hostess with the mostess and the Friday Fictioneering-est!

This week’s picture was provided courtesy of Randy Mazie at the Writer’s Village, who subscribes, like I do, to the theory that no story is complete unless there’s a goat involved in there somewhere.  Thank you Randy!

Copyright Randy Mazie

 Jennifer Spectacular

“Baaaaa!” Cried Jennifer Spectacular.

Arthur marked his place in Three Billy Goats Gruff and looked up momentarily. “Didn’t that banana agree with you, Jennifer?”


“Well, I warned you about gulping down a banana after eating a purse, a chain-link fence and a can of Sprite, now didn’t I?


“No I don’t have any Tums.”


“Don’t call me that!”


Why you ungrateful little goat!


“What do you mean what am I doing?  I’m calling animal control to come get you!”




“Do you really mean that, Jennifer Spectacular?”


“Okay, I’m sorry too.”


Until next time . . . I love you

Happy Wed-fri-nesday!

Hello Dear Readers and welcome to Wed-Fri-nesday.  I decided to make up a new day of the week because 1) it’s high time somebody did 2) the Friday Fictioneer 100-word writing challenge starts on Wednesday.

Every Wedfrinesday, Rochell Wisoff-Fields, provides a weekly picture prompt, and writers are challenged to write a 100-word story. Go here if you want to join in:  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple Blog and you should!  Why?  Well, what better way to celebrate the very first Wedfrinesday?

Aqueduct -Sarah Ann Hall
Copyright Sarah Hall

The Doing, the Undoing and the Redoing of Sean

Sean squished a spider crawling on his prized lawn trophy with his half-emptied whiskey bottle; congratulating himself in one instant, and disgusting himself in the next – with just how low he had sunk, accomplishment-wise.

When he was riding high with two consecutive wins at the Lawnmower Blade Sharpening British Open, the money and the fame had gone to Sean’s head.

His wife left, his kids left, his dog left, and even his goldfish . . . wait . . . no!  He still had his goldfish!

Sean straightened his tie, picked up his goldfish bowl and headed into the future.

P.S. This story came in at exactly 100 words not counting the title and the 1,000 words the picture tells.

Until next time . . . I love you

Brenda’s New Job Sucks

Welcome Dear Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. And the good thing is you don’t even have to have any ears to participate!

All you have to do is go to Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsAddicted to Purple and take a look at the picture (which is posted every Wednesday) and write a 100-word story about it. Link up and Viola!  Lookee you!  You’re a Friday Fictioneer!! 

Here’s this week’s picture:

Rochelle  Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to purple

Brenda’s New Job Sucks

And they expected her to do this for eternity?  Seriously?  Brenda hadn’t even been a ghost for a full hour, and she was bored stiff.

Brenda swept her arm across the bar again. Everything went crashing to the floor again.  Hardly anyone one noticed, again, because the jukebox was screaming Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog again.

“It’s a ghost!” Someone shouted. “I got her picture!”

Everyone rushed over including Brenda.  Yeah, that was her alright. Everyone thought she looked spooky, but Brenda thought she looked fat.

Well, Brenda’s supervisor was coming tomorrow.   Maybe he’d reassign her somewhere better.  Like hell.

And there you have it, Dear Readers, this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge.  

Until next time . . . I love you