She pours her heart out at the end of each day. Crying and writing how she hurts. It’s her deep dark secrets that make her fill her diary – she lives in depression and longs for a life. One with a man who will love her like there is no one else. With each word she scratches out poetry of heartache and pain. Her demons speak of her fears. Her soul sings of hope and dreams.
She turns on the radio and begins to write again. This night is like all the others. No dreams came true, no love was found.
And what I first thought of with this prompt …
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – diary
The elderly gentleman stepped onto the porch, turned towards his tree, “You kids get down from there or I will give you a good comeuppance!”
The two children in the tree stopped climbing and turned to look at the man in a puzzled manner. The young boy said, “What’s that mean? Are we in trouble?” His sister looked down at him on the lower branch and said, “I think so. We better get down.”
The old man shook his fists at the children and said, “And don’t come back, you’ll ruin my tree!” The children hit the ground and ran.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – comeuppance
The room was filled with people. A phone rang and everyone fell silent. Chris answered the phone, “Hello. Yeah, everything here is copacetic. Go ahead and bring her home. We will be ready.” Chris then told the crowd, “They are on the way back. Pete, you keep on eye on the window, it should be less than 5 minutes. They are just at the gas station on 5th.”
Pete stood at the window peeking out of the curtains. As the car came down the street he said, “They are here.” As Betty stepped inside, they all yelled, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – copacetic
She sat at her desk almost giddy. She had gotten an assignment too good to imagine. Her English professor wanted a paper on something she excelled in knowledge of. Ever since she was little, sitting with her grandmother at the sewing machine she had been fascinated with buttons. She began collecting them when she was about ten years old. And she was now eighteen with an esoteric knowledge of new buttons, old buttons, 2H, 4H, shank, metal, leather, and even antique buttons that had value to them. Her first step was to gather her buttons and then begin to write.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – esoteric
Her life was drifting away from her. One too many times she had been led on by men promising love and only delivering lust. She had developed a certain cynicism towards any man who showed interest in her. They were all out for number one.
Then one day an ex wanted to rekindle what they had had. Her hopes were high but held tightly in check. He said he could stop by and see her and they would talk it out. She waited and waited. He never showed. From that day on, she refused to ever again hope for love.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cynicism