Looks Like I’m The Queen

It’s time again, Readers. Time for Friday Fictioneers! You know the drill. Rochelle provides the prompts, we bloggers respond with 100 word stories. Check out other awesome stories here. Special thanks to Dee Lovering for the photo. Enjoy!

Copyright: Dee Lovering

Copyright: Dee Lovering

Looks Like I’m The Queen

“I think you’ve taken this Frozen theme thing just a little too far, Jess,” said her husband.

“What? No! And it’s Elsa for today, dear. Elsa. Not Jess.”

He shook his head. “I think Krissy would be just as happy without all this…” He waved a hand at the surrounding splendor. “Nonsense.”

Jess whirled around, almost dropping the string of white lights she was holding. She tipped vicariously in her silver heels. “Nonsense? Frozen is Krissy’s favorite! Nothing’s too much for my baby girl.”

Her husband pointed towards the window. “Well the snow was a bit much, don’t you think?”


** Frozen belongs to Disney. I just borrowed it for fun. Did anyone notice anything about the title?

A Hasty Proposal

Happy Friday, my dear Readers! I’m a little late, but there’s still time for Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is provided by Sandra Crook. I really love this photo. It puts me in mind of my lovely days in Bath, England. Even though I know this isn’t actually Bath, I can’t help but think if that…and Jane Austen. Naturally, my writing was influenced. Enjoy my story!

Copyright: Sandra Crook

Copyright: Sandra Crook

A Hasty Proposal

Claire was aghast. “Please Mr. Wiggans, I cannot!” she cried, then immediately coloured upon seeing his shocked face. “Forgive me, Sir, I was ungracious. You caught me quite unawares.” She tried to collect herself. “I am honoured by your proposal Sir, but I must decline it. I cannot marry you.”

Mr. Wiggans stood. “Miss Charleston, why ever not? Surely I have not done something to offend you?”

“Oh Sir, certainly not! Your manners have been everything that is proper and pleasing.”

“Then whatever is the matter?”

Claire was all astonishment. “Why Mr. Wiggans, I have scarce known you three days!”

Weekly Photo Challenge: Symbol

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge is Symbol. It asks:

This week, share a symbol with us, and tell us what it means to you.

When reflecting on this challenge, I decided to take a photo of something I use everyday – my rosary beads. For those of you who don’t know, the Rosary is a series of prayers and mediations said by Catholics. If you’d like to learn more particulars, read here.


For me the Rosary is a symbol of faith, hope, and love. Saying these prayers everyday help me feel closer to God and give me time to mediate on God’s love for me and the world. It is comforting during times of struggle and helps me keep holding onto the hope that things will get better. Life is rarely easy, but in this prayer I find strength to persevere.

Unequal Affection: A Book Review

Be still my heart. I have just finished one of the best Pride and Prejudice retellings I have ever read.

If you are an Austen fan and haven’t read Lara S. Ormiston’s Unequal Affection, do so immediately! You won’t regret it.

(Via Amazon)

(Via Amazon)

It was so good, so deliciously written, I could hardly contain my joy while reading. And dare I say it, I think even Jane herself would like this retelling.

In case you aren’t aware, Jane Austen and her work are so popular there is a sub-genre of fiction dedicated to her. There are literally hundreds of sequels, retellings, modern adaptations, abridged versions, inspired-by novels and fanfiction all revolving around Miss Austen’s books. So what makes this story better than the hundreds (maybe even thousands) of others?

The short answer? Genius. Pure genius.

The longer (and perhaps better) answer is that this brilliantly written retelling captures the tone and wit of Austen’s original and keeps our beloved characters true to their original selves (or at least as much as possible when one is rewriting a story).

The book begins right after chapter 34 of Pride and Prejudice, when Mr. Darcy proposes to Elizabeth at Hunsford. Instead of giving him the epic, stinging rejection she delivers to Darcy in the original, Elizabeth controls her shock and anger and asks Mr. Darcy for time to consider his proposal. Moved by his passionate declaration of love and motivated by a desire to help her family and ensure her own security, she accepts his proposal. But not without telling him honestly that she does not (yet) love him. She gives him the opportunity to rescind his offer of marriage. He does not.

What follows is the slow and subtle romance of our favorite hero and heroine. Mr. Darcy by no means escapes Elizabeth’s scathing criticisms of his character and attitude, especially in his behavior towards her family, and Elizabeth still undergoes a personal revelation over her misunderstandings of both Darcy and Wickham’s characters. But this time readers are privy not only to Elizabeth’s inner struggles and feelings, but Darcy’s as well. For anyone who has longed to get inside Darcy’s head, prepare to be satisfied. Ormiston’s Darcy is every bit the proud, inscrutable, dynamic hero we always believed him to be, and now we are privy to his innermost thoughts.

The book alternates between Elizabeth and Darcy’s point of view. I particularly loved this because it delicately revealed the romance growing between them in the midst of their struggles over their impending marriage. Darcy’s “scruples about their relationship” are not all disdainful pride. Both Elizabeth and Darcy face censure over their engagement. Rumors fly about Elizabeth being a gold-digger while Darcy sneered at for being ensnared by someone beneath him and disappointing the expectations of his family. But like in the original, Darcy and Elizabeth are true to their own hearts. Elizabeth realizes she has been vain and prejudiced; Darcy realizes he has been selfish in his love and wrong in his pride; both discover the folly of judging too soon. And in the end, true romance blooms and happily ever after is achieved.

Unequal Affection takes us on Darcy and Elizabeth’s journey moment by moment, in intricate, intimate detail. With all the witty, authentic dialogue we enjoy in Austen’s originals as well as comedic relief and the perfect amount of romantic tension, Ormiston cannot fail to please. I whole heartedly recommend this book to any and all Jane Austen fans, in particular those who keep Pride and Prejudice near and dear to their hearts.

I couldn’t possibly read this again too soon, and I can plan on doing so over and over. And isn’t that the ultimate sign of a good book?

Echo In My Heart

I’m a day late, but there is still time for Friday Fictioneers! Time for a little story of 100 words inspired by Rochelle’s prompt. This week we thank Stephen Baum for the photo. Enjoy my story!

Copyright: Stephen Baum

Copyright: Stephen Baum

Echo In My Heart

“I think the rain stopped.”

“So?” Jason didn’t even glance at the end of the tunnel, where I could see soft yellow light glowing. I looked up to find him gazing intently at me. A smile crept unbidden across my face.

“We can keep walking now.”

“And miss out on this quiet moment?” Jason said, still watching me. I felt a blush coming on.

A sudden madness seized me. “Quiet? Never!” I shouted, my voice echoing down the tunnel. “I’m loud!”

Jason laughed. “So that’s it then? I love you, Brittany!” he shouted.

“I love you too,” I echoed back.

War Orphan

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

Special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt and Jean L. Hays for supply this week’s photo.


Copyright Jean L. Hays.

Copyright Jean L. Hays.

War Orphan

Captain Burk sputtered in shock. “Lieutenant! What were you thinking?” he roared. The lieutenant flinched. The ground shook beneath their feet and both men turned to see a towering toddler fall to the ground, dust curling around his bottom.

“It’s a giant!”

He’s a baby,” Lieutenant Orville snapped. “Sir.”

“Baby or not, he’s large enough to level a town and you’re just letting him…play in the dirt!

“Vroom, vroom” a voice above their heads rumbled. The toddler was pushing old derby cars around like toys.

“We have to start ending the war somewhere,” Orville paused. “Why not with him?”

Last Wish

Happy Friday, Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers. (yay!) Hosted by our lovely leader, Rochelle, the Fictioneer bunch gather each week to write 100 words based on the photo prompt provided. This week we thank Kent Bonham for the photo. If you’d like to read more stories inspired by this prompt, check them out here. Enjoy!

Copyright: Kent Bonham

Copyright: Kent Bonham

Last Wish

“You will come back, won’t you, Charlie?”

“Of course, JoJo.” I tried to ignore the stabbing pain in my chest at the sound of her weak, trembling voice. She smiled, a smile so big I felt like my heart would burst. I reached out and squeezed her pale, boney hand, an IV needle poking from it. “I’ll bring you a croissant, direct from Paris.”

“And a baguette?” she laughed.

“Anything,” I promised. “I wish I could take you with me.”

“Someday,” she says wistfully.

The phone call came en route from Paris. Johanna was gone, and I was too late.