FOWC with Fandango — Bucolic

FOWCWelcome to April 28, 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 “bucolic.”

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.

Note: some bloggers have had issues with pingbacks showing up lately, so if you don’t see it shortly after you published your post, you might want 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.

100WW — All Gone

4C48B98D-DC4E-4D86-ABD4-F47D5DF6B743Charles hung his head, trying to understand how this could have happened. Against all odds, he had escaped the stigma of being an inner-city ex-con, and had been warmly welcomed to the community, embraced and respected by his neighbors.

Now he looked down at the charred, barren ground where his home had stood before the out-of-control wildfires wiped out most of the structures in the once bucolic town. All that he possessed was in the backpack that he quickly packed up before abandoning his small, wooden home.

But now it was all gone, his home, his neighbors, and his faith.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Andre Hunter.

#writephoto — The Glade

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John and Matty removed their backpacks and sat down on the rocks next to the creek bed. Matty took a deep drink from her bottle of water and opened up an energy bar. She looked up toward the crest of the hill, the sun sending beams of light through the trees, illuminating the ferns near where they sat.

John looked over at his wife and followed her gaze. “Beautiful, isn’t it? It’s so lush, so bucolic.”

“Yes, it is,” Matty readily agreed. “And it’s more than that, John,. It’s tranquil, idyllic.”

“So incredibly serene,” John added. “It’s totally unspoiled. It’s nature undisturbed by humanity.”

Matty looked at her watch. “I hate to say it, John, but we’d better be heading back.”

“Right,” said John. They each tossed their empty water bottles and energy bar wrappers into the pristine creek and left.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.