A Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Fatal Alliance.





Today’s things are: death, humor, stupid


It was a most unlikely alliance.

Death held out a bony hand, protruding from his black flowing cape. The other hand still grasping the blood-stained scythe.

The other figure stood on two legs in an awkward fashion, with its body stooped as it grasped deaths hand in its own. One bony the other fleshy and hirsute.

The figure’s heavy brow raised and it gave an eager grin. Death had granted the creature and its descendants the ability to learn and evolve.

Death, being a skeleton, was incapable of smiling but he displayed good humour in other ways.

When the stupid figure lumbered off to continue its lowly existence, Death skipped off in the other direction, jumping and clicking his heels in a show of triumph.

Stupid though this creature was, Death knew that it would eventually evolve into an animal that would be responsible for more deaths than any other.

He had made an alliance with humankind’s ultimate nemesis: Humankind.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/September/2018

50 Word Thursday #20 – Mission in Paris.

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.


Here is the story I wrote last week:


Here is this weeks picture.


Here are the words:

“As the train pulled into Gare du Nord two days later, Ambler felt a wave of nostalgia.”

Robert Ludlum’s The Ambler Warning.

Here is my story:

A sonorous bell rang out along the carriage preceding the tannoy announcement that followed in several languages. He tuned out all but the English one.

“Ladies and Gentlemen we will soon be arriving in Paris. Please ensure you take all of your belongings with you. On behalf of the train company I would like to wish you a pleasant say in our great city.”

Just a short while ago he’d been in Washington D.C. Now a quick flight across the Atlantic to London for that important meeting and then one train journey later and he was here after so many years away.

As the train pulled into Gare du Nord two days later, Ambler felt a wave of nostalgia.

It was here that he’d first met her. He’d been a junior at the British Embassy then and she had swept him off his feet. He remembered those romantic walks along the Seine with her sweet perfume in his nostrils. How was he to know she was an enemy agent? When he’d been transferred to Washington of course, she’d accompany him as his wife, but he didn’t know that it was all part of a devious plan. When she’d stolen the report and disappeared, he’d had to return to London and give an account of himself. The fact he was still breathing showed he had convinced them of his innocence, for now at least.

Now he had a mission he was eager to complete.

To find her and to kill her.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/September/2018



FOWC with Fandango — Eager