Here’s A Story… (FOWC)

“Did you see the rerun last night of The Brady Bunch?” he asked her.

“Yeah, Greg was such a fool. You can never live life by your exact words. There are so many things we say that if they were taken literally we would be in trouble,” she answered him.

Looking at her stomach he asked, “How many times have you said you looked like you swallowed a horse since you’ve been pregnant?”

She let go a little chuckle, “Yeah, I have to watch that around my niece. Yesterday I said it and she gave me such a puzzled look.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – literally

Please Stop (FOWC)

Her candor cut to the point
She had been brutally honest
Telling him the truth
He was slowly killing himself
She compared it to
Suicide with a butter knife
Slow and agonizing
He just refused to see it
And would most certainly
Never do anything to fix it
If only he would show signs
That he was trying to get help
She would stay and fight
But watching him fall apart
Was killing her slowly too
And this was how she would
Ultimately save herself and her daughter
With a new freedom
It was too late to save him
He died in less than two years


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – candor

We’re Going To The Chapel (FOWC)

He looked dashing
Standing at the alter
Waiting for me
His white tux
The flower in his lapel
He had a Bond sort of elegance
He was completely debonair
My pulse quickened
As I saw his eyes light up
The moment I walked in
And he saw me
I never felt more appreciated
Or more loved
He was the man of my dreams
And on that day
A dream came true
With a simple “I do”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – debonair

No Longer Afraid (FOWC)

The mirror tells the tale
Of a hard battle
I finally may have won
Fighting with the image I see
Was where I used to be
Now I embrace me
The good
The bad
The in between
And all that is right and wrong
I am no longer afraid
Of the face that stares back
After years of struggle
I am learning to accept me


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – mirror

Losing Control (FOWC)

There was a time
That I would have jumped
The minute you said to
There was a time
When I believed in you
When you were still unsure
There was a time
When the future looked bright
When we had little to show

Those days are gone
You have lost control
And I can’t stand the pain anymore
Those days are gone
You lie so much
And I can’t find peace anymore
Those days are gone
You spew hate
And I can’t feel love anymore


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – control

And Now For Something Completely Different… (FOWC)

You yelled
I cried
You laughed
I tried
You asked
I lied
You left
I died…

(Life is not succinct
it is full of greys and difficult answers
there is so much more than meets the eye
this story can be filled in
with good or bad twists
the control is with the reader
for the writer already knows)


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – succinct

Cowboy (FOWC)

She was notorious for her paintings of poverty. She painted compassionately the families and children she saw sleeping in boxes, the adults left with nothing, and the forgotten elderly. She was so excited when she had her first showing because she could give the profits back to the community. The night of the art show a reporter asked her why she painted the homeless.

“A dear friend of mine became homeless. It is the way I can give back while honoring his memory” she explained. “He was the encouragement for me to pursue my art. I wouldn’t be here without him.”

The reporter asked what happened to him. She looked at him sadly and said, “He was jumped by two men for the twenty dollars he had just earned. He was so weak from lack of food he barely fought back.” She added, “He didn’t survive the attack.”

The reporter asked for his name. She smiled and said, “I always called him cowboy and that is why in each painting I paint a pair of cowboy boots somewhere so he is always with me.”

The following day the paper told of the turn-out at the art show and how much had been raised for the homeless shelter. There was no mention of her inspiration from cowboy. She shrugged it off and went back to painting a pair of cowboy boots on top of a full shopping cart.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – notorious