
Her eyes were hidden under a lacy black mask. All I could focus on were her full, ruby red lips.
Written for Bulbul’s Twenty Words Tuesday prompt, where this week’s word is “ruby.” Photo credit: Wall Art by Grako Design.

Written for Bulbul’s Twenty Words Tuesday prompt, where this week’s word is “ruby.” Photo credit: Wall Art by Grako Design.
Welcome to April 16, 2021 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 “lips.”
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. Please 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.
Jacob walked into her room. He could smell her fragrance even though she had been gone for nearly a week. He felt her presence and it was almost as if she were standing by her bed, her lips red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.
He saw her mouth moving but no sounds were forthcoming. Jacob tried to read her lips and to understand what she was saying to him. He assumed she was telling him goodbye, that she loved him, and that she was sorry that she succumbed to the disease that left him alone.
(100 words)
Written for 50 Word Thursday, this week from Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian. The challenge is to:
There was no attribution for the photo provided, but the line, “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke,” is from Neil Gaiman’s Stardust.
Heather stood up after tightening the shoelace on one of her sneakers when Bill walked into the room. She smiled at him and started to walked up to him to give him a kiss. “Sweetie,” Bill said, “is that a cold sore or a bug bite you have there on your lips? They look a little swollen.”
A frown appeared on Heather’s face. She reached up with her right hand and touched her upper and lower lips on the left side of her mouth. “Oh my God, it’s a rough patch and it almost feels like it’s undulating beneath my fingertips.” She beckoned Bill over to her. “Take a closer look and tell me what it is.”
Bill moved in close to get a better look at Heather’s lips. An icicle ran down his spine as he tried to fathom what he was seeing. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted. He looked up into his girlfriend’s eyes, which had suddenly changed from beautiful brown to cat-like green.
Bill jumped back and started to scream, but before he could get a sound out, a long, serpent-like tongue shot out of Heather’s mouth, and numbed his cheek, essentially causing Bill’s body to become paralyzed.
A deep, masculine voice came out of what was once Heather’s mouth. “Welcome to Hell, mortal,” the voice said just before the hingeless, fanged mouth of the demon engulfed Bill’s head.
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Christo Dagorov.
Also for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “frown,” “shoelace,” and “icicle.”