Stories

C. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by our own illustrious hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields .

wc: 99 title included

Stories

Iosa instinctively crawled towards the light. As she drew nearer, she began to hear voices, low and soft, their words chilled her to the very marrow of her bones.

‘… not a soul alive up there…’

‘… bodies covered in sores…’

‘…gone mad, I heard them say…’

Iosa remained hidden just beyond the lanterns glow. Her heart constricted her throat. How could it be? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing… but, these were the guards. They would know the truth, wouldn’t they? Maybe, if she watched, she could find a way out, a way to go home…

Author: Bear

I'm a crazy old lady who likes to write, art, and create things.

31 thoughts on “Stories”

    1. No, not real… at least I hope not. Just a continuation of the “Iosa” thread I started a few weeks back… maybe it will be my write for Nano this year if I decide to do it.

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    1. Does Iosa face the continuation of living in the underground shelter? Or, does she decide to take her chances above ground? Who knows? I surely don’t. Doesn’t sound like either is appealing, though. Might do this thread up for Nano if I decide to go that route this year. It’s got all kinds of possibilities.
      Shalom, Happy belated Yom Kippur! Bear

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