FOWC with Fandango ~ Vapid ~ Protector #FOWC

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I am summoned by your fears

External voices awaken me

Strangers occupying this bruised skin

We are one yet never to meet

Repeated torments of a simple quest

Desired love for who you were

Vapid souls enforced their whims

Corrupting your intent,  weakening our value

Your endless pain spawned me in your mind

Now,  I’ll rise to thicken your blood

We no longer will be emotionally raped

I promise you through silent screams as your protector within

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FOWC with Fandango ~ Clear Drive

The decision that Martin Willis would be willing to make was really quite clear to him. Either he would start his car to drive towards his planned destination or he would recline the driver’s seat and swallow twenty sleeping pills. The very notion of attempting the latter was commonplace for Martin. To him, ending his life was a daily regime that he had practiced for many years. Life for him was created by own crooked perception. A couple walking through a store were viewed by Martin as people happily in love, a thing he preemptively deduced forever unattainable.  The smiles on strangers were interpreted as their dreams fulfilled to Martin, who never achieved his elusive  contentment. This was Martin’s world , or at least how he viewed it. Many adult years of believing this distortion made him quite comfortable in deciding it was time to “throw in the towel”. The storm clouds that had been above his car suddenly dissipated and blue skies overwhelmed his windshield. It was as if the day, right then at that moment, decided to change its mind and start over. Martin felt his eyes covered in fresh warmth from the emerging sun, as his vision became enlightened. He turned the key in his ignition forward as decided to act upon his original plan. A simple drive forward towards an initial appointment with a therapist. Martin’s car sped off, the sleeping pills rolling around on the passenger’s floor still unopened in their container.
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Written for- https://fivedotoh.com/2020/01/23/fowc-with-fandango-clear/

FOWC with Fandango ~ Bite the big apple #FOWC

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Living in Manhattan was always a dream for Eric Payne. He grew up in a small Pennsylvania town and often would dream of some day living in the city ‘that never sleeps’.  It took him some time, saving up every penny and a sharp focus on a goal that finally was realized.  He looked out of his apartment window,  joyfully listening to the rushing sounds of the city.  The hustle of hundreds as they scurried by below him. Taxis beeping as they raced by his building. This constant motion of life intoxicated Eric and overwhelmed his rural background. He felt the adrenaline flow rapidly through his veins as he soaked in his new life here, his dream fulfilled.

“Hey Buddy, whatcha doing?”

It was Eric’s new roommate, Chris. They had found each other through the ‘roommate wanted’ ads in the Village Voice. Eric turned away from the window.

“Just enjoying the life of the city.  I think its just..incredible”

Chris shrugged and sat down on the couch.

“I guess. It means nothing to me. When you’ve lived in the city your whole life, its just kinda of nothing”.

Eric stood there, disappointed in Chris. Maybe he couldn’t appreciate this having “eaten the big apple” his whole life. This was a shame, Eric thought. He looked back out the window again, his mouth watering with anticipation.

“Why don’t you go out then? Go live a little of that exciting city life.” Chris smugly said, then chuckled. He was completely unaware that Eric was now standing behind him.

“Hey, that’s a good idea!”  Eric exclaimed. “I gotta eat some dinner first”.

“Don’t touch my leftover Chinese food in the fridge. I’m saving that-

Chris’s head was suddenly jerked over the back of the couch. His hair held tightly by Eric as he looked up into his now red eyes.  The new couch that Chris  brought with him from his old apartment, now had his blood splattered across its cushions.  Eric had chomped down on Chris’s neck.  He sucked out as much as he wanted in satifysing his hunger, leaving Chris sitting up now dead.

“It really is just incredible to finally be here”  Eric thought as he returned back to look out the window.  “This city is filled with just so much…life”.

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Written for Fandango’s FOWC prompt – Vampire

FOWC~ Scary and stalled #Fandango

Why attempt an escape from this current decline

Such silly endeavors merely waste all your time

This returned stagnation again feels so warm

No incentive to make illusions as you did once before

While in this dim state, a tarnish clouds all your past writings

You’re fooled that their words had nourished basically nothing

Are you sold yet on this dampening distraction?

When in fact it’s true purpose is pausing your passion

Sift through these obstacles cluttering your artistic recession

Find a new spark out of this darkening suppression

Resurrecting your muse can seem rather scary

Unleashing its fury long held down by a sloth adversary

 

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FOWC with Fandango ~ These three men #FOWC

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What a joyous night for all three of these men

Their marriages now successfully come to an end

It was Winthrop today halting his wedded bliss

By legally stiffing his former miss

Franklin and Boyd were a year divorced

Winning out a large settlements by bribing the courts

All three were quite wealthy to buy out their judges

Then having their cases slanted against their ex-loves

The men got out cheaply not owing one alimony dime

Despite their infidelities with other ladies at various times

The restaurant echoed with their mischievous laughs

As champagne was poured by a waitress on staff

When the police arrived later to find the three men now dead

Their was no sign of the waitress who had apparently fled

No other witnesses knew who this woman was

Except for the divorcees who paid her to kill those unscrupulous duds

Some poisons mimic champagne just enough for a lethal switch

Those now three deceased men had discovered by messing with the wrong bitch

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Written for Fandango’s FOWC prompt – Switch

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FOWC with Fandango ~ The Blank frustration #FOWC

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This blank frustration renders me still

Forcing words down against my will

People think being able to write is a heavenly gift

It’s also a burden often difficult to lift

It’s more than just verbs coupled with nouns

It is a tapping of veins in letting stories flow out

False lives are born from the sparks in your mind

Connected through ink they make escapes from your life

A rambling of concepts that sometimes make sense

Coherent in structure in its formidable dense

Its all an illusion making such tales as easily rendered

The truth being that writing can be a torturous splendor

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Written for Fandango’s FOWC – Coherent

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FOWC with Fandago ~ Slow it down #FOWC

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We had heard of the news of Phil not doing well

And now we are here to say our final farewell

Why must it be sadness that brings family so near?

My eulogy for him will really be about everyone here

I phrase it like that for how we live out our lives

All physically awake but often dead inside

Our daily speed is always set to go fast

Burning ourselves out with endless tasks

Slaving in jobs that drain our passion

Neglecting our health by staying in fashion

It takes the departure of one to make us realize

That our time in existing should be enjoying our lives

Our loved one lay here now able to live

Free of the burdens that this world made him give

I pray  we all leave today feeling reborn

Acknowledging ourselves worth slowing down for

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Written for Fandago’s FOWC prompt – News

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FOWC with Fandago ~ Pleasing Ginger #FOWC

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Sydney and Ginger were always fighting on the set. Usually, it ended in one of them storming off in some furious mood not wanting to deal with the other at all. Today’s display was your typical, often repeated “I refuse to do that scene” argument. They both shared quite a history together, having worked on over forty adult films. Sydney was the creative force behind the camera while Ginger was always the star attraction.

“But, baby it’s an important part of the movie. It’s when Princess Dumee takes over the kingdom of the three planets by pleasing all three kings” Sydney pleaded with Ginger, as he followed her frantically past other sets filming their own separate productions.

“You must think I’m some kind of idiot, Sydney. We’ve been over this before. I only do one-on-one scenes. I ain’t going with three guys at one time.” Ginger snapped as she turned to confront Sydney. She stood up straight, lifted her chin up and proclaimed. “I am a serious actress and I only work with other serious actors!”

Sydney stepped towards her. He knew she had to be calmed down. Usually, when they argued and depending on who started it, Sydney would shake some new jewelry at Ginger or She would shake her fake breasts at him. Both of these methods always proved to be effective in ending all conflicts. But this time, Sydney had never seen her this upset.

“Honeybee, I know you’re not an idiot.” He took off his signature over-sized sunglasses. “And I know you’re a serious actress. Why, I would put you in a scene right alongside Brando, DeNiro and Nicholson!”

Ginger smiled at Sydney, her face now glowing with confidence. “Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning that those are the guys in the scene? Come on, lets go do this. I’ve always wanted to meet those LEGENDS!”  She walked proudly back to the set, already stripping off her clothes.

Sydney stood there for a moment, just watching her. Of course, those weren’t the REAL acting who would be filming the scene with Ginger. He simply didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth after he saw that gleam in her eye. He couldn’t never hurt the feelings of the woman he loved and married.

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Written fro FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGE: SHAKE. 

FOWC~ Tainted Stats #Fandago #FOWC

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Dr. Gabriel Rockwell’s experiments in behavioral science had always been considered odd. Some of his fellow scientists at the institute, (despite their respect for him) would secretly question the validity of Dr. Rockwell’s stats from his research. Still, the board members running the institute were satisfied with the results and continued to approve funding for all of Dr. Rockwell’s experiments. The latest one that recently concluded discovered yet even more significant understandings of the human mind with unfortunate consequences.

“Project- Colorblind” was simple in its theory. Dr. Rockwell hypothesized that, if a person suffering from a psychotic disorder were to be exposed to an environment comprised completely of one color over an extended time period- the result would be that their behavior would drastically change for the better. Miss Arlene Woodard had been the first subject chosen to undergo the test. Miss Woodward had was serving a life sentence in prison for the brutal murder of her entire family. On March 1st, Dr. Rockwell had Miss Woodward moved into a special house that was constructed just for the experiment. The entirety of the house was fabricated completely in one primary color. Every piece of furniture within the four room house, including walls and floors, were decorated in a bright sunny yellow. The subject would have no contact with the outside world or any other colors for a period of ninety days. She would be videotaped throughout the entire process and closely monitored by Dr. Rockwell’s team under secrecy. Miss Woodward was provided with substantial supplies to cook her own meals and take care of personal hygiene. All the food and toiletries were previously dyed or made out of yellow materials, made by a seperate division of the institute.

At the end of ninety days, Dr. Rockwell would conclude the experiment and inform Miss. Woodward that the test was over. What Dr. Rockwell was greeted by upon entering the house was a very different Miss Woodward than the one who entered the structure ninety days before. She displayed no more violent tendencies or thoughts towards others. Miss Woodward was now a polite and approachable woman with a radiant smile. She was quite docile and expressed how happy she was to have company over to “her home”.  All memories of her past life (before the experiment) had apparently vanished, with her not remembering any of it. Dr. Rockwell had even jokingly compared her to a “50’s sitcom wife” to one of his colleagues about Miss Woodward’s behavior and look.

Dr. Rockwell was initially pleased with the results. Then, something went horribly wrong.  Miss Woodward insisted that Dr.Rockwell and the two accompanying scientists stay for some home baked refreshments and a hot beverage.  The invitation was accepted and a few minutes later, Arlene returned from her kitchen holding a serving tray.  According to Dr. Rockwell in his statement to the police after the incident, Arlene suddenly became agitated by the complete lack of interest in what she had served.  She proceeded then to grab a fork off the serving tray and plunged it directly into the neck of one of the scientists. She was erratic in her movements, screaming out obscenities about “her cooking always being hated”. Institute security soon arrived and subdued Miss Woodward in a straitjacket.  It was only later discovered after a closer look into Miss Woodward’s background that a possible reason was uncovered for the accident.  The original motive behind the murders of Miss Woodward’s family, was the constant criticism she would receive from her family about her cooking skills. Over an eleven year period, every single meal that Miss Woodward prepared for them was ridiculed and sometimes either ignored or thrown out in disgust. This apparently was still a deeply rooted trigger for Miss Woodward and how the scientists reacted to her current culinary offerings, caused her to have a complete psychotic breakdown.

In his exit interview from the institute, Dr.Rockwell stated, “I still feel the experiment was a success. Being surrounded by the existence of one color in an individual’s world does indeed alter even the most violent personalities. My error was in its initial effects to a perfectly normal person. Miss Woodward became quite a decent cook in the ninety days of the experiment. However, the appearance of yellowed tea served with yellow brownies was simply a ghastly site to myself, Dr. Renow and the late Dr. Corrigan, God rest his soul. Ironically, Arlene’s brownies were quite tasty, once you closed your eyes and took a bite”.

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Written for the Haunted Wordsmith’s daily prompt for April, 30 (Long overdue!) and Fandago’s FOWC prompt – “Stats’.

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FOWC with Fandago ~Her scarred role #FOWC,

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A target at their table

Her role given in this newlywed game

Silently listening to her labeled failures

She is useless in his eyes only

Different space, different face

Spoiled now from this one’s wallet

But, her performance is his agenda

Playing whore in his sick wants

A stream begins bubbling within her

Seeing value somewhere in her soul

Her fingers bleed in escaping other’s agendas

Those who led her lead no more

A current dude at her counter

Another joker spewing garbage

She now stands immune over such pathetic romeos

Those past masks now discarded leaving painful echoes

A role now is hers alone to define

This scarred warrior embracing her destiny, finally as herself

 

For TRK

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Written for Fandago’s FOWC – Bubble

FOWC ~ Hustle ~ The False Heart #FOWC

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I care not for your new found empathy

Keep it within for it means nothing to me

Previous pains that you’ve generously shared

Damaging the ones that really did care

Flicking some switch towards a false epiphany

Ends just as quick as true colors return in infamy

You no longer need to sell your concerns for my heart

Drop the feign pity from your damaging art

Your days of hustling love are now finally done

I’m no longer your fool targeted by your sick sense of fun

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This was written for Fandago’s One Word Challenge – “Hustle”