50 Word Thursday #96 – A Fate not repeated.

And the words:
“She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.” – Midnight Pleasures With A Scoundrel – Lorraine Heath

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge:


Kirstie was suspicious when the guy she’d been dating asked to meet her on the Jackson bridge. It was there they’d found her sister’s shoe and a fragment of her fingernail. Her body was discovered a mile downstream. They’d said she’d jumped. Kirstie never believed it.

As she turned up, he was already there smiling, his perfect grin that had attracted her now looked sinister.

She had little doubt that she was about to suffer the same fate as Elizabeth.

Luckily, she was prepared and a blackbelt at Judo. Her attacker sailed over her head and into the canal below.

[100 Words]

Twittering Tales – A Fateful Phone Call.

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As she saw the phone memories flooded back. Standing frantically dialing for assistance while outside a man pulled out a knife.

Her world changed that day.

Luckily, the police came in time, the Phone Box Killer was caught and she ended up marrying the policeman that rescued her.

[279 Characters]

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

Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019




Manic Mondays – Imperfect World


You carved our name into the wood,

our initials are still where they once stood,

but where are you? Where did you Go?

Life gave hope, then death took a blow.


I have searched in a hopeless quest, 

to capture again, what was once the best.

I take umbrage from those careless words

Tis better to have loved and lost? Totally absurd.


Whatever intricate patterns

by Fate and her associate slatterns,

my future destiny has unfurled,

This will remain an Imperfect world.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/January/2019





FOWC with Fandango — Umbrage




Courage lost – A short poem


From fearful fortunes of fate, we shield

Ourselves and those we love so dear.

We hide behind our doors all sealed

And wait for yet another year.


We alone create the peace we crave

We alone can fight the craven fear

Where are our warriors, so brave?

They are unknown, they are not here.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/May/2018