50 Word Thursday #83 – Dream Couple


And the Words: “Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.” – Neil Gaiman, Stardust.


It was a special locale, decorated like a film set for some Tudor or medieval based drama.

In typical fashion for a British summer, it was raining when the couple rushed into the room, carrying luggage and holding an umbrella.

They were out of breath and had clearly enjoyed the whole escapade.

She fell ono the four-poster bed, panting and he gazed at her in awe.

Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke

“Lock the door, darling,” she said, breathily.

It was like a dream and he couldn’t believe she was his wife.

[100 words]

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge:



I have also included the following word prompts:


FOWC with Fandango — Escapade








Multiple Word Prompt Poem – In Marble Halls.

I wrote this poem in January, but today’s words of the day are Marble and Opulent and it seemed to fit:



I dream I dwelled within marble halls,

In sunlit splendour with contented sighs

The opulent gilded and painted walls,

Were a glorious feast for tired eyes.

In my sleep, I toss and moan and garble

For though I dream, I sense disaster,

In my dream, the walls are marble,

But in reality, they are but plaster.

I prefer my dreams, for though they lie,

They ease my pain and soothe my heartache

From wakeful worries where critics decry

The consequences of the choices I make.

In marble halls where my demons forsake,

And lie in dreams, from which I will not wake.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/January/2019




Today’s word prompts are Marble, Plaster, Dream and Derivative.

These made me recall an old lyric of a song written by Michael William Balfe with the word by Alfred Bunn in the Opera, The Bohemian Girl, written in 1843. It was later arranged and recorded by Enya.

Here are the Lyrics:

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side
And of all who assembled within those walls
That I was the hope and the pride
I had riches too great to count, could boast
Of a high ancestral name
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same

I dreamt that suitors sought my hand
That knights upon bended knee
And with vows, no maiden heart could withstand
They pledged their faith to me
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim
But I also dreamt, which charmed me most
That you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same
That you loved me, you loved me still the same


And here is Enya singing it beautifully. 





FOWC with Fandango — Plaster






Tell the Story 3 – I can dream, can’t I?

I was tagged to take part in this Tell the Story challenge by the lovely Isaiah46ministries of the blog Help from Heaven, see the post below:

The Warmth and Compassion of Angels

here is the picture provided:

Laying there in the soft sand, the sun beating down on his bare skin, he couldn’t help feel the power of the sun. He had liberally smeared his upper torso with suncream, to the point where he now looked like a ghost. He enjoyed the feel of the suns warmth but he was adamant he wasn’t going to end up with sunburn. Not this time.

This was a far cry from the dark, dingy rainy streets of London, where he had lived most of his life. He worked hard and this was now his reward. It had been a bit of a chore to find the right Island to buy, but he’d found one eventually and now he was content to live out the rest of his life in the sun.

Just then, he woke up. Someone was standing over him, blocking the sun. An affable voice said, “Are you OK?”

“Erm, yes I’m OK, I just fell asleep.” It was a sunny day on Brighton beach but the wind still made it too cold to lay out in without something to block the wind.

The fellow still stood there hovering over him.

“Look, I’m sorry but you’ll have to move, this is my spot, you see. I’m the Punch and Judy man and this is where I set up my show.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He got up and walked carefully over the cobbled beach back to his bed and breakfast. As he crossed the road, he couldn’t help think about the lovely feeling he’d had, laying on his own private island somewhere in the Caribbean. “Well, I can dream, can’t I?” he thought to himself.

The End.

I am not going to pass on this challenge this time, because this is the third one I’ve done in the past couple of days and I don’t want to be a nuisance.

However, if you’re reading this and you’d like to take part in a picture challenge, then you may want to click on this link to another picture challenge that I am hosting, in collaboration with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith.


Have a nice Weekend everyone 🙂


FOWC with Fandango — Affable











Introducing a Lady – Short story.

This is for the word prompt: INTRODUCE

see here:



and also the Word Prompt: MIRROR

FOWC with Fandango — Mirror

and also the Word Prompt: DREAM


This story also teams up two characters that I created in a previous collection of stories I wrote called Death of a Notable.

See here for the first one if you want to read more:


Audrey Patterson arrived at the Dorchester and presented her invitation to the military looking gentleman at the door. 

As the entered she couldn’t help but stop to check her appearance in the large mirror.

She was wearing one of Dior’s new look gowns, a flowing but suitably demure concoction in dark plum. It was similar to something Princess Margaret had worn a few months ago for the Debutante’s ball but being much younger, hers had been off the shoulder. Audrey was getting too old to kid herself that an off the shoulder gown would suit her tall and willowy frame. She had now passed the mark of sixty and though she wasn’t one to dwell on age, she had to make a few concessions to it. 

This was a private function given by the American embassy for people who had helped the war effort. She herself hadn’t been much use, but her husband had been one of the top scientists working for the British government and it was in his honour that she had been invited. He had been knighted in the Kings honours list but both he and the king died the following year. Now she was left with the title of Lady and her memories of her dear, devoted and loving husband. She still would dream of him, quite frequently although it had been three years now since his death. 

Continue reading Introducing a Lady – Short story.

Three Things Challenge, 03 June 2018 – The Gypsy’s Curse

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


Here are the three words for 03 June 2018: Pluto, frog, labyrinth

Here is my attempt:

Well, they say you should never double cross a Gypsy or they’ll put a curse on you. I wish now I had heeded that piece of advice.

It was a few years ago that I first had the recurring dream. I was trapped within a labyrinth and couldn’t find my way to the centre, where there was a huge pile of treasure, nor could I find my way out. Every turn I took brought me back to the place I started. I used to dream this dream at least twice a week and I would always wake sweating. I told my brother about it but he just laughed at me. I was the youngest brother and they all thought I was a bit simple minded. He was the crown prince and very full of himself. My father and mother were too busy ruling the kingdom to bother them about it. The constant dream, the desire for some treasure of my own then the fear of being trapped, was becoming emotionally draining. I suppose the dream came from being the youngest, and even though I was a Prince, most of my clothes were hand me downs. I only had a small allowance and as the youngest of seven, it was unlikely I would ever be given any real power or wealth of my own. I was also trapped. I had to carry out royal duties when I longed to be free. My only friends were some of the serving lads. They sometimes helped smuggle me out of the castle and we’d go out drinking and carousing. Eventually the guards would find me and carry me back to the castle, but at least I’d had a couple of hours of freedom. 

Eventually I told one of my friends, Barnaby, who was the head cook’s son and one of my best drinking buddies, all about my strange recurring dreams. To my surprise he didn’t laugh in my face. Instead he told me about a Gypsy woman who had come to live in the village. 

“You can tell her about your dream. She’ll know if it’s a true dream or not. If it’s true, then don’t forget your friends” He’d said to me.

Two nights after that I had the dream again only this time it was even more vivid. They say that we dream in black and white, but I would swear that this dream was full of bright colours. In particular, in the distance, forever out of reach, the huge pile of gold glowed brightly. 

The next day I managed to escape from my duties and I wandered down to the village in order to seek out this Gypsy woman. 

I found her on the outskirts sitting outside her brightly coloured caravan in the middle of a meadow. She had long dark wavy hair and was wearing a red shawl over green robes. Lots of brass medallions covered her garments and glinted in the morning sun. She was bending over a cooking pot and the most delicious smells were emanating from it as she stirred it with a long handled spoon.

As I walked up to her, she unbent to look me in the eye. She was amazingly tall for a woman, not far off six feet tall. Her brown eyes were shrewd and she did not show any deference to me as a Prince. 

She spoke in a rough voice, deep and commanding. 

“Aah, I see you have come to Old Pegg for answers. I can give you answers, but not for nothing. Can you cross my palm with silver?”

I jingled a small leather purse at her, what was left of my weekly allowance.

She nodded and climbed up the steps into the back of her caravan and beckoned me to follow her. 

As I entered the dark caravan, I remember the red silk hangings and the smell of pipe smoke and incense.

She sat down on the far side of a table covered with charts and bade me sit in front of her.

I told her of my dream and asked her if it was a true dream or not. 

She then told me she had to draw up a full astrological chart in order to tell me. She asked me when I was born, the exact time of day and wrote down this information on her chart in a surprisingly neat and precise hand. 

“Yes, I can see now, it is a true dream and you are the one who can finally find this treasure. You must wait for a fortnight, then Pluto will be in your fourth quadrant, that is the time to begin an adventure. You must head North until you come to the coast, there you will find a cliff. At the base of this cliff will be a cave and at the back of the cave will be the entrance to the Labyrinth. At the centre of this Labyrinth with be your treasure.”

“But how will I find the centre of the Labyrinth? In my dreams I am always lost and can never find my way in our out.” 

The gypsy cackled and reached into her pocket and brought out a small compass. 

“Here take this. It is not an ordinary compass. It does not point North, see? It will point towards where ever you wish to go. If you wish to reach the treasure, it will guide you there. If you wish to leave the labyrinth it will guide you out again. You must promise me one thing though.”

“You want a share of the treasure, I take it?” I said to her. She laughed at me again.

“No, you can keep your treasure. You will find with the treasure a sealed bottle. You must return to me and give me back my compass and bring me this bottle. That is all I ask.”

Well, this seemed like a fair bargain to me. With this treasure I will no longer be reliant on keeping my eldest brothers good will, I will be wealthy in my own right.

I did as she told me. I waited a full fortnight and how the wait tormented me. It seemed my odious brother, the Crown Prince, lauded it over me even more than usual, even sending me on errands like one of the servants! I bit my tongue and bided my time until the fortnight was up. Then I sneaked out of the Castle and rode North.

After travelling for several days, just as the Gypsy had told me, I found the coast and the high cliffs. Cut into the cliff was a precipitous set of steps heading down to the rocks below. It took me nearly an hour to make my way down these steep and treacherous steps. Then I saw the cave. From my knapsack I pulled out a torch and lit it with my tinderbox. At the back of the cave was a small opening which I climbed down and there, just like my dream, was a Labyrinth of stairs and tunnels carved into the rock. In the distance I could see the gleam of gold. I took out the magic compass and I followed where ever it pointed. Backwards and forwards it guided me, up steps and around corners until I was quite dizzy. Then I found the treasure, a large pile of gold and gems. I saw green emeralds, red rubies, blue sapphires and crystal clear diamonds. I filled my knapsack with the treasure until nothing more would fit in it. I also saw the glass bottle that the Gypsy had asked me to bring her. I tied it on to the Knapsack and hurled it over my shoulder. The weight of it nearly knocked me to my knees. 

Using the compass I made my way back through the Labyrinth but at a much slower speed that I had entered, being weighed down with gold and gems. 

Eventually I made my way back out of the cave and I dropped the torch before starting my climb up the steps. 

Unfortunately when I was nearly at the top of the steps I lost my balance and almost fell.

The Knapsack dropped to the ground and I quickly grabbed it before it went over the edge, but the compass in my hand fell to the rocks below and smashed. The bottle, tied loosely to my knapsack also came away and I saw it tumble and smash on the rocks too. Well at least I still have my treasure, I thought, but when I got back to the Castle the Gypsy was waiting for me.

“So, you have your treasure, please return my Compass and give me that Bottle” she demanded, her hands on her hips and her head and shoulders covered with a bright red shawl.

When I told her what had happened she erupted into a tremendous rage and cast upon me a terrible curse.

Well, life as a frog isn’t all bad you know. I don’t have to do any royal duties anymore, and it’s quite nice in this swamp. You never know, one day a nice Princess might come along and break the spell, until then, I’m quite happy. 

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/June/2018













The Daily Post Dream – A silly rhyme

I was so upset when I heard

there wasn’t going to be a word

posted on the daily post

I frowned and fretted more than most.

But then I thought, what could I do?

To create and inspire the WordPress crew.

I decided to try my hand

at daily posting and make a stand.

Then I found some friends who too,

felt much the same as me and you.

Together we have formed a team

and I must say, it’s like a dream

We’ll take turns to post each day

and hopefully we’ll find a way

to put back the spirit that was lost

when they decided to cease the daily post.

So far, so good, but I had a doubt

whether our efforts would work out

can I say the dream has lasted?

It certainly has, I’m Flabbergasted!


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/June/2018