Sorchia’s Universe–The Blog

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Self Defense

Friday Fictioneers contribution for March 14. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. Self Defense “My leg’s broke.” He clinched his teeth. The barrel rumbled over the planked pier as they pushed it to the boathouse in the lake’s center. Each step brought grinding pain. “Don’t be a baby.” She didn’t spare a glance. A cool, fish-scented breeze wafted across the water.  Not another soul around. How long would their luck last? “Help me get it over the rail.” A gut-wrenching pull, […]

Woopsy

This is my Friday Fictioneers contribution for this week.  The challenge is to write a 100-word story using the photo as a prompt. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. Woopsy “Magic isn’t a toy, you know.” The wizard eyed the boy sternly as they scrambled up the rocky hillside.  “You can’t cast spells willy-nilly without consequences.” “Sorry,” said the boy, his eyes teary. “Well,” The wizard took pity on his forlorn student. The boy was just learning, after all. “It’s probably […]

War Story

This is my Friday Fictioneers contribution for this week.  The challenge is to write a 100-word story using the photo as a prompt. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. “The hay was wet with my blood. Your face in the moonlight is all I remember. I thought I was dead.” He sat his wine glass on the balcony railing and gazed at the street below. “Many American pilots died. You were lucky.” “The Resistance smuggled me to England, but I came […]

Review: The Red Kimono: A Novel

The Red Kimono: A Novel by Jan Morrill My rating: 4 of 5 stars As delicate as a cherry blossom, The Red Kimono blooms quietly but persistently. It’s a gentle story of a very ungentle time. Mostly expressed through the words of young people, The Red Kimono is, of course, a comment on racism and war, but it is also a coming of age story not only for its characters but for a culture. Whether you buy the plot, or […]

Friday Fictioneers: Family Legend

Ninety-nine words! “Why’d you come back?” He leaned against the doorframe—shirtless, tanned, beautiful. “Missed your cooking.” My dress hugged shaking legs in the spring breeze. I sounded braver than I felt. “Aren’t you sick of this—what did you call it?—backwoods boil on the Universe’s ass.” He spat the words. Gentle chimes broke his mood. A rising wind swayed the black iron bell on the porch. “It only rings for weddings and funerals.” His cat-green eyes slipped over me like warm […]

Friday Fictioneers–The Sangria

“He dropped me when I was forty. She was even younger,” said the lite beer motioning towards a Scotch-rocks at a nearby table, “I bet he’s already got another one lined up.” “Why would he leave me for her?” wailed the marguerite, eyeing a tall sangria. “Quiet. Here she comes.” The sangria joined them under the yellow umbrella on the patio, the silence as icy as the fresh round of drinks. “I suggest we work together,” said the sangria, smiling […]