FOWC- Rendition

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I belt out the lyrics and I ride that high strutting around the stage, letting the lights illuminate the star inside me. Applause thunders through the stadium as the last note drifts off into the night.  I grin. I bow. I wallow in my pride and gratitude.  Until I... Continue Reading →

FOWC- Fluke

“No way, no freaking way did that just happen.” “What can I say? I’m just pure skill…” “No way, that must have been the luckiest shot in the world.” “It’s all in the angles, here you try,” The two boys turned away from the 7 car pile-up they had caused on the road beneath them,... Continue Reading →

FOWC- Skulduggery

Photo by Maria Kharitonova on Creeping footsteps soundlessly slipped down a darkened stairway, a target sighted, a mouth watered. Billy couldn’t wait to get his hands on his prize, he had been thinking about it all day.  He cursed quietly as the kitchen door creaked slowly open but no one in the slumbering house... Continue Reading →

FWOC- Defunct

Holden looked sadly at the screen. “268 due to depart in 7 minutes.” It was the last that would ever leave this station.  Ever since they had built the new bus garage closer to town, they had been rerouting all the old lines through that one instead and little by little, his position in life... Continue Reading →

FOWC- Impediment

“Darling, no, sit down, I’ll get that for you.”  Ella smiled thinly, sinking back into her wheelchair. “Thanks, mum,” It’s not that she couldn’t walk, she could technically get up and walk just fine, it’s just that she shouldn’t… What if she had a funny turn? Or A migraine attack? What if she fell and... Continue Reading →

FOWC- Flinch

The knife seemed to glow with some otherwordly light, clenched in her lover's fist she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.  “Do you love me?” He cried, waving the knife in an arc that came perilously close to her face. She didn’t flinch as she met his eyes, “Of course, love, of course I... Continue Reading →

FOWC- Brisk

“You look a bit peaky love, a little green around the gills so to speak, when was the last time you left this room?” My lovely mother, ever the caretaker said as she whipped open the curtains, letting in luminous yellow light.  “Ugh, mum, you know I don’t like the curtains open,” I try to... Continue Reading →

FWOC- Index

"Hmm, which finger should I take first?"... Written for and inspired by Fandango's One Word Challenge. Thank you for reading, if you'd like to support me you could buy me a coffee.

FWOC- Procure

Nigel double-checked the curtains were closed, using clothes pegs to fasten them together making sure no one could possibly see through the gaps. He then shuffled to the door, lock engaged, chain in place, chair under the handle just in case.  Excitement buoyed him, he had paid a lot of money for this and nothing... Continue Reading →


“Sir, we have a fingerprint match on a cold case, the bastard has killed again after 70 years.” Detective Hounslow looked up from his soggy sandwich to see his new hire practically bouncing on her heels in the hallway. “70 years? How is that possible? Either he first killed as an infant or he’s a... Continue Reading →

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