#writephoto — The Accident

53D092F9-775C-46D3-B7F2-59CA1A465B6EThe sprawling mansion at the tip of the sound used to be the epicenter of high society life on the peninsula. The lavish parties that the wealthy young couple would throw every few weeks during the season were known far and wide among the hoity-toity upper class residents who summered at the Sound.

But then tragedy struck when Malcolm’s young wife lost her life in a freak boating accident. After that, Malcolm was never the same. In his state of deep depression, he fired all of the household staff and the grounds crew, and unlike when his wife was still alive, the once majestic property quickly slipped into a state decay.

Nothing, it seemed, could inspire Malcolm to either sell or properly maintain the property. He lived alone in the huge mansion in what could only be described as a hermit-like life of solitude.

No one had heard from or seen Malcolm for many months after the accident and some of his worried neighbors contacted the police and asked them to go to the mansion to check up on Malcolm.

When he didn’t answer the door, the two officers broke down the door and were almost overcome by a horrible stench. They feared they would find Malcolm’s dead and decaying body, but what they did find truly shocked them.

Malcolm was sitting on a chair in front of his computer, headphones covering his ears and mumbling something unintelligible. He was a shell of the once robust man they knew. His frail and emaciated body was barely recognizable. He was unkempt, unshaven, and unwashed.

“What is he doing?” one officer asked.

The other policeman walked over to where Malcolm was sitting. He looked at the computer screen and said, “I’ll be damned.”

“What?” the first officer asked.

“I think he’s playing Fortnite.”

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (class), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (alive), Your Daily Word Prompt (inspire), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (solitude).

In Other Words — Voices


You took your life, but to me you’re still alive.

I hear your many voices whispering in my ear.

Your quiet voice, your happy voice, your sad voice, your sultry voice.

But while your life was ephemeral, ending way too early,

The sounds of your voices will be with me for eternity.

In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “voices.” Photo credit: Thomas Wolter from Pixabay.com. Also for these two daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (alive) and Word of the Day Challenge (ephemeral).

Not Just My Verse — Insomnia

72EC02B7-B1F8-49A3-98B6-FAC597ED994FSo Rory (A Guy Called Bloke) started another one of his poetry blog hop thingies. He chooses a topic — in this case, insomnia — and writes four lines of rhyming verse. Then he tags one of his readers who will, in turn, add his or her own four lines of rhyming verse to Rory’s and then tag one of his or her own readers to do the same. And so on and so on. It’s a case of wash, rinse, repeat. Once the poem [verse] leaves Rory’s blog, the next series of bloggers can take it wherever they want with regards their own four line verses, but they must always stay on topic.

Here’s how Rory got it started:

Why do you evade me so? It makes for no sense,
In truth, to do so unkindly and unwarranted, is nonsense!
I have tried counting all sorts, from stars to wide eyed sheep!
Yet still you, yes you decline me shut eye and valuable sleep!

 Jay-lin of The Wonderful and Wacky World of one Single Mum

Tossing and turning pulling blankets near,
What is that noise that I hear?
It is not the sandman come for me,
Why won’t you let me sleep dear?    

Gary of Bereaved Single Dad

Countless late night biscuits and black coffee,
Walking around like a spaced out zombie,
Listening to Cohen and Floyd on endless loop,
Convincing myself that no sleep is common in my age group.

Lorraine of Blind Wilderness

I toss and I turn
Oh when will I learn
That sleep is at bay
On an Away Day

Di at Pensitivity101

The stars are so bright at this time of night,
I look forward to slumbering deep,
As I close my tired eyes, what a surprise,
The brain wakes and I can’t get to sleep!

Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith

The shadows creep along the wall
like predators waiting for me to fall.
My pillow–my shield; flashlight–my sword,
The most dangerous thing is a mind that’s bored.

And now it’s my turn:

Wide awake, I turn and look at my clock to see
That it’s three a.m. and I have to get up to pee
Back in bed I close my eyes, then check my clock once more.
Oh my God, it’s not even four!

Okay. I’m going to throw this over to my buddy Jim Adams to add his four lines of rhyming verse.

FOWC with Fandango — Alive

FOWCWelcome to July 11, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “alive.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.