A picture, some words and a bit of harsh reality
Looking through my window
I see the thief at work
He deftly takes the wire
Towards his bountiful prize
He practically stands on his head
And stretches for his feast
Just another day at the bird feeder
For the neighborhood squirrel
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – window
“Is this Leigha I am speaking to? Great! Remember that form you filled out at the craft fair this weekend for the trip to Florida? Well, congratulations you won! Your name was drawn as a winner! … I just need a $498 reservation fee…” No doubt he was trying to tout some condo or time-share house in Orlando and Daytona Beach. It was supposed to be a 7-day trip staying at resorts down south. Funny as soon as I told him I couldn’t afford the $498 fee, he said goodbye. I guess I should be glad I got a courtesy goodbye and not just a hang up. This was after I had gotten (for the second time in about a month) a call “from Verizon” that my account was suspended and I just needed to reconnect my account… just give us all your bank account info so we can rob you blind!
I wouldn’t normally answer my phone with unknown numbers, but a local radio station is part of a nationwide contest to win $1000 by texting a keyword. Thing is they call you back to get your info… so if I want to win, I have to answer. Hey, $1000 is a fair amount of money and would make an awesome Christmas this year. I know my odds of winning are low, but it is worth a shot. What do you do that is against all odds?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tout
My eye sight is fading
My hearing not the best
My skin is dry and spotted
With marks I haven’t seen yet
My hair is now grey
My face has wrinkles
My energy is out the window
With no indication it will ever return
…it seems just yesterday
I was in my youth
Dancing and laughing
And surrounded by friends and family
With age comes changes
Both good and bad
All I can do is
Muddle through the best I can
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – youth
A cynic of love
Never will believe
One person
Can truly make
Him happy
He feels that
There is no one
Good enough for him
He never does
Dream of happiness
Forever trapped
In darkened days
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cynic
Well, it is official. I am now two days behind on my posts. Time has gotten away from me this week and I’ve been fighting some serious fatigue the last 3 or 4 days. It is kind of hard to write when your eyes won’t stay open. So, this is a short and sweet post. I probably won’t be able to catch up for a couple of days, but bear with me and I will get to your posts eventually. Have a great weekend everyone!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – official
The teacher stood in front of the class. She was discussing the reading assignment she was giving the class. “You don’t have to finish the book over the weekend, but I want you all to be at least to page 250 by the time you come back to class on Monday.”
One student rose his hand. “Yes Kenny,” the teacher said. “What can I help you with?”
Kenny looked at the clock and back at Miss Snider, “Do you know the clock is almost 3 minutes slow?”
“Kenny that is not germane to the subject at hand.”
“I don’t know where it was made, but it could be a German clock I guess.”
“Kenny I want you to go talk to Mr. Wilson.”
“But I was just letting you know it was slow.”
“You can discuss it with Mr. Wilson and maybe he will want to have maintenance look at the clock. Until then I expect you to pay attention in class. Now go talk to Mr. Wilson and explain to him what a slow clock has to do with History?”
Kenny stood up and gathered the few books he had and as he walked out of the door he turned backward to smirk at the class.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – germane
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
