It’s So Over

8185EF7E-7A87-44AF-94C2-ED3ADC809E04There is a reason that I don’t trust you anymore.

The infatuation I once felt for you has dissipated.

You have no scruples, no conscience, no morals.

And you lie with an incredible flare.

You’ve made it clear to me that I’m the last thing you ever really cared about.

All you care about is you.

I gave you my heart and you ripped it right out of my chest.

So now I’m walking away.

There’s nothing left of me to give to you.

It’s so over.


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (reason), Word of the Day Challenge (trust), Your Daily Word Prompt (infatuation), Ragtag Daily Prompt (flare).

Daily Writing Challenge — Cold Hearted

4A563F4E-B776-4D5C-80B7-EDB3A11B197D“The man is just cold,” one insider said.

“He has no heart,” said another.

“But he demands loyalty,” said a third.

“Yes, but we all knew that when we voted for him,” said a fourth.

“And when we took these jobs in his administration,” said yet another.

“We’re all going to jail,” they didn’t say but they all thought.


Written for Teresa’s Daily Writing Challenge, where the three things to write about are “cold,” “heart,” and “loyalty.”

FOWC with Fandango — Heart

FOWCWelcome to September 28, 2018 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 “heart.”

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.

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

Time To Write — The Preparations

EA206B38-C62B-4220-A8F8-E916303C4EF8Emma looked at her watch. “We need to hurry,” she said to her brother, Liam. “Mom said she’s going to be getting here by around 6:30 and it’s already a quarter past six.”

“I’m almost done hanging this banner,” Liam said, “so go let everyone know that Mom and Grandpa will be arriving shortly.”

“I’m so excited,” Emma said. “Grandpa will be really surprised when he walks in and sees everyone from the extended family here to help celebrate his 100th birthday. There will be four generations of the family here for this occasion. He’s going to especially love seeing his cousins who have flown in from Ireland to see him.”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be great,” Liam agreed. That’s when he heard his mother’s car pull into the driveway.

Emma ran into the living and adressed the gathering of friend and family from near and far. “Okay, everyone,” she said. “Grandpa will be walking in any second. On my signal I want everyone to run out and shout SURPRISE!”

The front door opened and Emma gave the signal. The attendees all ran out and yelled “SURPRISE.” Grandpa, startled, looked at the crowd, smiled weakly, grabbed his chest, and fell to the floor.

Emma ran over to Grandpa and checked his pulse. She looked up at the group, tears running down her cheeks, and said in a hoarse voice, “He’s gone.”

Liam walked into the room carrying a sheath of papers. “Okay,” he said. “The plan worked. Mom was right, the old man’s heart couldn’t take it. So let’s get to the will, shall we?”


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt. We are asked to write a story where the characters are preparing for something.

SoCS — Hollowed Out

I thought we completed each other.
I thought we made each other whole.
I thought we two were one.

4B394077-F0D7-4CF3-B9A2-7C2EECBD9A9EBut then you plunged that dagger deep into my heart.
You doused my light.
You ripped out my soul.
You soured my spirit.

I am now an empty, hollow shell of the man I once was.

The man who only wanted to fill your soul with hope.

But who now only wants to fill your hole with soap.


Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are to use “empty” and/or “hollow” in our posts.