A Silly Joke for you.

A Gremlin, a Zombie and a Poltergeist walk into a bar.

 

The barman, who had seen everything in his time didn’t bat an eyelid.

 

“What’ll it be?” He asked them.

 

“I’ll have your blood,” Said the Gremlin, licking his lips.

“Brains,” Said the Zombie, mindlessly.

“I’ll have your soul” exclaimed the poltergeist grinning with insane energy.

 

“Oh No!” Exclaimed the barman, “Don’t tell me it’s election time again!”

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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04/September/2018

 

This was written in response to The Haunted Wordsmith’s Three Things Challenge and also the Ragtag Word Prompt. (so blame them not me ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/04/three-things-challenge-04-sept-2018/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/04/rdp-tuesday-prompt-energy/

 

 

A token of grudging affection – Murder Mystery Continues

This is a multiple word prompt story inspired by the following words:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/17/grudging/#like-256

Grudging

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/17/your-daily-word-prompt-humane-august-17th-2018/

Humane

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/17/rdp78respect/

Respect

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/17/fowc-with-fandango-energy/#comment-19962

Energy

 

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, this is the next instalment.

If you want to read this story from the beginning click on this link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/the-start-of-it-a-short-story-with-familiar-characters/

 

A Token of Grudging Affection

Sir Alfred Thorpe had arranged something unorthodox. Using the many connections he still had within the Police, and mainly out of respect for him that many still held, even though he officially retired four years earlier, he had managed to negotiate for his friend Lady Audrey Patterson to look at some items that were usually kept locked away.

In this room were kept items that were found at crime scenes all across London. The walls were lined with boxes, all labelled and sealed. A woman police constable stood on some steps and brought down a small box, placed it on a plain table in the middle of the room and then left them to it.

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Something for the Weekend – My Fantasy Story part 22.

I was posting instalments of the Fantasy story I wrote 17 years ago every Sunday and Wednesday afternoons. The most observant amongst you may have realised that I haven’t posted an instalment in some time. In fact, the last one was posted on the 29th of July. I rather ran out of energy and wanted to concentrate on new stuff, like my Murder-Mystery and a few short stories and poems.

Well here is the next part. I hope you are enjoying it.

If you want to read it from the beginning, here is the link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part 22

Later that evening they all gathered in the common room for their evening meal. The meal presented to them was a particular favourite in that part of the world. The District of Savarias was famous for its horses, which was why they were on the district’s flag. However, the district had another claim to fame. It had more sheep than any other livestock, more sheep even than people and they commemorated that fact by making Lamb their main dish. Lara was relieved that the people of Savarias decided to put the Horse on their flag and Lamb on the dinner table rather than the other way around.

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My Fantasy Story โ€“ Part 9

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.

I still havenโ€™t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. ๐Ÿ™‚
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Nine

Lara looked at Mage Caraffi and asked “What happened Augustus?”

The Mage replied in sombre tones “That daft old fool was casting a death spell. He must have been a very powerful Wizard to even know the complex incantations required for that spell. Had he succeeded in finishing his chanting, I expect one of us would be dead now. Luckily, as a Mage I was able to bypass his incantations and the smoking potions and draw directly on the energy he was conjuring. I used his own black cloud against him. He is no more, gone, vanquished.”

David suddenly ran to the roadside and was violently sick. Bethra and Lara both went over to check on him.ย 

“David, what is the matter?” Lara asked. David looked up at her. He appeared to be very pale and he was shaking uncontrollably.ย 

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