50 Word Thursday – The Results!

So, Fire the Cannon! The contest is over for another week.

In collaboration with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, I am continuing the 50 word Thursday Challenge that was hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Deb has decided to call it a day with the challenge and move on to other things.

Teresa and I both thought it such a shame and have agreed to try keeping it going, taking it in turns to play host.


The Challenge was to write a story or poem in 50 word multiples up to a maximum of 250 words in response to a photo prompts and a sentence.


And here are the words:

“They travelled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives.” – Tears of the Giraffe by Alexander McCall Smith

Here is my post from last Thursday:


We had a really good selection of entries this week.


50 Word Thursday – Left to Right




50 Word Thursdays 9 –Friends for Life

How Do Women Do It?

From The Diary of a Country Bumpkin:

Four friends went on a trip, they travelled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives. Good friends can lose touch for years but it doesn’t matter. One of them said, “I killed my wife, I’ve been in prison. “Oh,” said the others and continued to look at the view.



50 Words Thursday # 9



And not forgetting this one by Fandango!




I recommend you have a read and check out these great tales.

Thank you to everyone that took part.

I feel it has been a fantastic achievement.


Now I am passing the baton on to that guru of writing challenges, Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith and I’m off to relax with a nice cup of tea and a shortbread biscuit.




Today’s prompt: shortbread, cannon, guru




A Final Civilisation – A Short story

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has set the challenge, to write something based on this picture in the genre of ‘Alternate History’

If you want to take part, click on the link below:



Ramses the 49th rose from his throne and everyone in the room sank to the floor, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

He strode to the open window, the sound of his bare feet slapping on the tiles echoed around the chamber.

The sun was setting behind his ancestor’s tombs, a crowning achievement of his ruling dynasty, also known as the Pyramids. The heat of the day was still strong enough to cause his forehead to bead with sweat. He did not wipe it away, it would have removed the careful makeup that took hours to apply in the mornings. The blue-black markings around his eyes were a traditional symbol, as was the binding around his head, which he’d had to endure from infancy. They were there to give the impression he was descended from the Light Ones.

Millenia ago the Light Ones had arrived on earth on ships that flew through the air. They were wise creatures and had taught the primitive earthlings many things. How to harness the tidal ebb and flow of the Nile to irrigate their crops. How to tame animals. How to read and write in order to learn from people who were not there to talk to.

His family held on to the traditions and they kept secrets too. The Light Ones had black markings around their eyes and pointed heads and that is why he was so marked, but he was a human, not one of those sacred creatures that had taught them so much, then abandoned them. His ancestors had taken charge and maintaining the fiction that they had the same powers as those great beings, they slowly took over the world. They had defeated the civilisation known as the Greeks, then a rather pugnacious group called the Romans. Gradually they had conquered more of the world until now just one enemy remained, the Atlanteans. They were a maritime race of people whose main islands were in the Atlantic Ocean but then had managed to conquer the vast lands beyond those waters. They were the last great foe to be vanquished before the whole world would lay at his feet.

Bit by bit, his Grandfathers naval forces had fought this enemy, then his father had continued this war and now many thousands of miles away, a final battle was taking place. By now, it could all be over.

As he gazed down across his city, he saw a space chariot fly in from the west and land at the port. He took a deep breath, knowing that finally, he would have news.

Turning swiftly, he returned to his throne and gestured to his Vizier to come to him to take his orders.

In what seemed like an age, but was actually only thirty minutes, the huge golden doors opened and two trumpets blasted. The sound was far from euphonious, it sounded more bovine, a loud bellowing noise. Then his Vizier came running up the long aisle between fluted columns where brightly dressed courtiers sat, row upon row. He was not alone, Warchief Amunaten was with him, carrying his eagle helmet under his arm.

As they reached the foot of the dais, they both knelt.

Ramses leaned forwards and waved impatiently for Amunaten to speak.

“Supreme leader, The Atlanteans have been defeated. They are suing for peace and pray for you to show mercy and spare their lives.”

Releasing a breath that he’d not realised he was holding, Ramses relaxed back into his golden throne. The world was his, the whole world. He knew that soon, the Light Ones would return and he would present them a united world and in return be made truly one of them. Suppressing the smile that threatened to mar the serene expression he was obliged to maintain, he addressed his waiting war chief.

“You know what to do, Amunaten. Exterminate them all.”


The End.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/March/2019

This story was also inspired by the following word prompts:









The Key Quest – A poem.


This poem was written for the Willow Poetry What do you See? Challenge.

What do you See? March 5, 2019


It was her greatest achievement to date,

She had now acquired the mystical key,

She mused, allowing thoughts to percolate

Confused, wondering what her next step should be.

She had the key, now came the next stage,

To find the object that the key unlocks.

Then the world will start an exciting new age,

Once she, Pandora, opens the box.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/March/2019



FOWC with Fandango — Percolate