The Sun Maiden – A Poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles


This poem was written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, see link below:


With violet eyes like gimlets,

she flies across the sky, 

looking down on all of us,

In splendour from on high.

Her gaze is far from friendly

she sees into men’s souls

and knows that caring for the planet

is far from our main goals.

Most humans pursue Money,

it is their first desire,

and the world can go on suffering,

it’s only cash that we require.

This vengeful maiden of the sun,

Knows that it’s us that is to blame,

So swift and nimble she shines on us

and we’ll soon perish in her flame.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/April/2019


I have also included the following word prompts:





The Adventures of Jeremy – Continued.

A few days ago I wrote a short story about a boy called Jeremy. I received so many lovely comments about this story that I thought I would write some more about this character.

If you want to read the first Adventure of Jeremy, click here:

Keith Channing on his blog, Keith Kreates, hosts a picture blog, this weeks picture is below:

Children writing

Here is his post:

and here is my tale:


Jeremy wanted to go outside in the garden and continue his quest for the holy grail, but it had begun to rain. Normally, he wouldn’t have worried too much, after all the Knight of the round table had to put up with a lot worse than a bit of rain, but he was supposed to be looking after his little sister, Jennifer, and she didn’t like getting wet. She didn’t really like playing Knights of the round table either, especially after the time he said she was a Damsel in distress and tied her up with a blanket, against a tree. Her cries probably scared away every bird and animal in the whole park. His mother had come running up and that put an end to that adventure pretty quickly!

He suffered a great deal of dispraise from his Mother for that incident. He would never have hurt her, he was just going to tie her up and then rescue her, but she was two years younger than him and didn’t seem to understand about King Arthur or his Knights.

So instead of his preferred adventure, he remained indoors. He picked up the folder that contained all his most precious documents, letters from King Arthur, sealed at the bottom with a piece of red wax, taken, with the tacit agreement of his Mother from the outside of some cheese he’d found in the refrigerator and melted down to provide an authentic looking seal. He’d used one of his dad’s cufflinks to press into it, to make the shape of a shield. He also kept some drawings he’d done of what Camelot looked like. He decided to take out a blank piece of paper and draw a picture of the Lady of the Lake, the mysterious lady who had given King Arthur his famous sword, Excalibur.

After a little while, Jeremy decided that he wanted something else to do.

Leaving Jennifer to play with her toys, Jeremy went in search of his chemistry set.

He had received the Chemistry set for Christmas, it had been something he had really wanted, that was before the desire to become a Knight had taken over. Unfortunately, when he came very close to blowing the house up with it, his parents confiscated his Chemistry set and hid it away somewhere. Now he decided that rather than be a Knight, he would be like Merlin and use his Chemistry set to create a magical elixir instead.

However, before he could complete his quest to find his Chemistry set, it was time for lunch.

Before he was able to enjoy his meal, he had to go into the garden and feed his pet rabbit, Gwenivere. He had found the little rabbit on his last quest and had begged his Mother to be allowed to keep her. She had only relented on the condition that he looked after her. So he took out some carrot tops and lettuce and gave them to Gwenivere, who was pleased to see him. Giving her a gentle stroke behind the ears, something she seemed to really like, he then ran inside to have his lunch.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/February/2019


This story contains the following word prompts:

Today’s prompt: chemistry, blanket, mailbox

FOWC with Fandango — Tacit









Twittering Tales – Helpful Directions – A tale in less than 280 Characters.

Photo by Gavilla @

“Excuse me, we’re lost. Can you tell us where we can find a hotel?”

“Sure, Buddy, straight down there, turn right at the garden centre. It’s number 11. The best hotel in town.”

When they arrived a sign by the door said: “Welcome to the House of Desire”.

“Looks nice,” Keith said.

[276 Characters]


This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #124 – 19 February 2019


My story for last week’s challenge can be read here:


I’ve also included the following word prompts: