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Friday Fictioneers –Fun on the Ferris Wheel

Rochelle is the host of the fabulous Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: The story is in regards to this photo: PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING:  may be trauma triggering to some readers Chicago's city-wide curfew for a month due to a series of bomb threats is lifted today, and tonight is the carnival. Every ride… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers –Fun on the Ferris Wheel

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Friday Fictioneers — The Pleyel

Rochelle is the host of the most lovely Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin was born in March 1810, in Poland. In 1830, he left Poland for Paris. In 1848, this once proud Pleyel adorned Chopin's conservatory there. Chopin called it “his own” and polished its keys as if it were a lover. From… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers — The Pleyel

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Friday Fictioneers — Maybe next time…

Rochelle is the host of Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle wants us to write a 100-word story to the following image: PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr Only six hours after Monte had picked George up from the inpatient substance abuse treatment facility, he was scouring the macadam streets of the small village for him. They'd gone back to… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers — Maybe next time…

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Friday Fictioneers — The new market

Rochelle, the host of Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle says: The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit. 100 words or less photo credit… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers — The new market

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My Pledge

  Carved from a branch from our village olive tree, stained with the flora of our fields, gilt with the gold from our mountain streams, and blessed by crones who live in our caves, I pledge these to you, as symbol of all that I am. My love, sprung from nature, will reside With you,… Continue reading My Pledge