Twittering Tales – The After Party

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As they stood in the kitchen, they let the wine flow, celebrating a murder well executed.

The body of their old orphanage matron, called The Dragon, had been a sight to behold.

Tom noticed Tee-An. She wasn’t happy. She’ll give the game away. She’d have to be the next to go.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales. If you’d like to take part in this great challenge, click on the link below:

Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019


I have also incorporated a few word prompts:

Twittering Tales: A Nighttime Drive


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The engine gave a sputter as Geoff drove into his garage. He shouldn’t drive in the dark, but the streets weren’t safe for walking.

At one point he’d felt a bump and thought he heard someone screaming for him to stop, likely a carjacker. He wasn’t going to make that mistake.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales, click on the link below to see her post. Why not have a go?

Twittering Tales #143 – 2 July 2019


I have also included the following word prompts:

3.2.1 Quote me Challenge – Light and Dark

I was tagged by Li or Tao Talk for this 3.2.1 Quote me Challenge, see her post here:

3.2.1 Quote Me! Challenge — A Light Amid Dark

Rory, A Guy Called Bloke created this challenge.

The topic is Light Amid Dark, which is rather enigmatic.


  1. Thank the selector:  Thanks, Li, Much appreciated 🙂 
  2. Post 2 quotes for the challenge of the day (above, A Light Amid Dark)
  3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in this challenge.

So here are my quotes:

“NO matter how deep the shadows, you can always return to the light.”


Anne Frank

“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.”
― Anne Frank


Now, who shall I tag to continue this challenge?

Are you reading this? Are you intrigued and want to take part? Then YOU are TAGGED.

Have fun.

50 Word Thursday – An Innocent Street


This was written for the 50 word Thursday’s challenge that I host in collaboration with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. If you’d like to take part, click on the link below:

I have also included the following word prompts:

cry, dark, silver bullet

FOWC with Fandango — Whitewash


It all looked so innocent now. Just a pretty lane on a quiet street. The houses neatly painted with whitewash.

However, it did not always look this way.

Back in March, this street used to be the most dangerous in London, possibly in the whole world.

Dark and evil things used to stalk there at night.

The very air itself was filled with a toxic fume or sulphur and decay that came from the depths of hell.

A group of us decided to take part in an exorcism. Father Patrick assured us he knew the rites and we took him at his word.

Together we held hands and chanted while the Father threw salt around us.

If I had known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have done it.

While we chanted, the lamp suddenly went out and a dark shape jumped out of the shadows.

I let out a cry into the night. There was a shot and a silver bullet hit me in the leg. The shadows descended upon us, and when they lifted, not a soul remained except me.

Through April, May and into June there was no word of John, Ross, Giles and the others.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/February/2019

Gemini – The Broken Mirror (A fictional short story)

As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed. 

This was one of the very first stories I wrote and published on my blog on the Twentieth of March. 

When I wrote it, I had to go back and add in the title that it was fictional because I was being left some very kind and supportive comments but thinking that the story was a true one. I hope that means that it comes across as authentic, but I would like to reassure anyone reading this that I am not a twin. 

I hope you like this story. 

All the best 🙂 




People always said we were identical.

We were born only eleven minutes apart on the 1st of June.

Our star sign was Gemini, the sign of the twins. 

We were brothers and as we grew up together, we knew each other better than anyone.

We both had blond hair and blue eyes.’Totally Angelic’ people used to call us. 

We both got straight A’s at school. Both of us seemed to excel in the arts subjects but had to work harder at Mathematics and Algebra.

To everyone, we seemed to be the same. 

I knew we were different.

When we were very young and played in the garden together. I used to like making daisy chains and then I’d sit and watch the birds flying free in the air. He used to look for insects and spiders. I remember toddling over to him, walking was still quite a new adventure and I was still a bit wobbly at it, I found him playing with the ants. He was picking them up and squashing them in his fingers with a look of pleasure on his face. I was revolted. I couldn’t understand why he would want to do such a thing. 

We both had large teddy bears bought for us by our grandmother. Mine was blue and I called him Bluey. My Brother’s bear was red and he called him Boss. One day Boss was found behind the garden shed with his head pulled off. I remember Mom asking him “What happened Joey? What happened to Boss bear?” Joey said he didn’t know. He didn’t seem bothered. I knew what happened but I didn’t say a word. I remember crying that night over this bear that wasn’t mine. 

Then at high school, the most terrible thing happened. One of our friends, Jimmy, disappeared. He was younger and smaller than us, one of the smallest boys in his year. He used to like playing with us. We used to stop other people from bullying him. I used to play cowboys with Joey and me as the heroes and little Jimmy was our side-kick. Sometimes Joey used to boss Jimmy around, Jimmy didn’t seem to mind though, he was good-natured. He was a bit slow and I sometimes helped him with his homework. 

I remember as clear as if it were yesterday, though it is close to twenty years ago now, the day they called us into the assembly and told us that Jimmy was missing. Everyone was so worried, the teachers and all the children, their faces betrayed their inner fears. I looked at Joey. His face was blank. No emotion showed. That was what scared me the most. I remembered the last time I had seen Jimmy was down by the bottom of the playing field, with Joey. They seemed to be arguing about something, but I was too far away to hear what they were shouting at each other. The bell sounding the end of playtime had rung out and I ran to my class. About ten minutes later Joey came in, his face was flushed and he had been panting as if he’d run all the way from the lower field. Poor Jimmy was in the year below, so I didn’t know then that he didn’t make it back for the afternoon register. 

It was at the morning assembly the next day that we all gathered to be told the news that he was missing. Upon the stage, next to the headmaster stood a man in a police uniform. He was going to speak to us all, the headmaster said, and we were going to have to tell him if we knew anything at all about Jimmy, if he had told us he was going to meet someone or if we had seen any strangers hanging around the school gates.

I remember thinking then, that there wasn’t any stranger on the outside, it was the stranger within that was the scariest of all. 

When It was my turn to speak to the policeman. My teacher sat in with me with a look of genuine concern on her face. I knew that this was more important than what had happened with the Ants or with Boss bear. I had to tell them what I had seen. 

It wasn’t long before they’d searched the trees at the bottom of the playing fields and came across poor Jimmy’s body, lying there next to a large bloodstained rock. 

I was there, of course, when they came to take Joey away. He looked into my eyes, cold and clear, and asked me why I had betrayed him? He would never have betrayed me, he’d said.

We couldn’t understand each other. I couldn’t understand how he could do such an evil thing and he couldn’t understand how I could have told someone about it.

I remember they took him to a secure place, where everything seemed to be white. White walls, white floors, white lights and people in their long white coats. They not only spent a lot of time talking to Joey, but they also talked to me. I was, after all, his twin brother and we were identical. Eventually, they realised that although we looked identical, we were very different on the inside. I remember one of the doctors saying that. “I have rarely seen such two different personalities. One is so kind and thoughtful whereas the other is as cold as the grave.”

As I say, that was close to twenty years ago now. Joey and I don’t talk to each other anymore. He is safe and secure behind his walls and I feel much better for it. He could never understand my betrayal and I could never understand his cruelty.

The thing that I still find very hard to take in, although I have had many years of Psychoanalytic therapy and the doctors have been very kind, I cannot accept that Joey isn’t my brother. That we are actually one person. How can we be? When we are so different?

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/March/2018

via Daily Prompt: Identical

The Final Unicorn – A short story.

They say that crossroads are gateways into another world. That is very true. Where two paths cross the veil that separates our world from the world of the dead is thin. When violence occurs at that point it rips the veil and allows travel between the two worlds to take place.

There has to be, however, balance. The rubric is that for something to pass one way across the void, something must pass the other way. A two-way exchange.

Somewhere deep in an ancient wood, there was such a crossroad. Two paths crossed in the middle of an ash grove. Ash groves are dark and sinister places, just as Oak groves are sacred and benign. Oak groves are home to beneficial spirits that nurture and guide, like Fairy godmothers. There was once a creature that dwelled in the wood, these creatures signified all the fine virtues but they had been reduced to just one, the final unicorn.

On one dark day, the last unicorn was killed by a Witch, at that crossroad in that ash grove. The violent act ripped apart the veil. Something was waiting on the other side. Something that had reached out to the Witch and promised her eternal youth and beauty if she carried out this terrible act. She was tricked, for with the veil ripped she was sucked into the world of the dead, allowing that something to pass the other way.

That was how the devil came into this world.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/September/2018

Today’s things are: unicorn, fairy, devil

Three Things Challenge – 11th June – The Night Crawler

This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:


Here are the three words for 11 June 2018: cat, grass, midnight

Here is my attempt:


It was funny how things looked so different at night. The colours had somehow leached out of everything. The grass no longer looked green, but a funny grey colour. It was a bright night though. There was hardly a cloud in the sky and the moon was only just short of being full. It shone brightly, casting an eerie silver light over everything. 

It was a warm night too. The humidity was quite stifling, maybe the black clothes were not such a good idea. 

Just then the clock in the old church chimed midnight. 


If it was going to happen, It should happen now. The dead were supposed to walk abroad at midnight and this was supposed to be the most haunted graveyard in the country. 

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