Dancing in a Circle – A Poem and a Song

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Photo by Jackson David on Pexels.com

 

Here’s a poem that I have just written about procrastinating…

 

I was dancing in a circle

my cheeks flushed with rosy hues

I wondered why my life had changed

I was puzzled and confused.

I was dancing in a circle

when my head began to spin

the world continued passing by

I was scared to enter in.

But life continues on without me,

As I dance here on my own.

Then one day I’ll wonder

why all that time had flown?

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16th May 2020

And here is a song I sang about Dancing:

 

 

The Word of the Day is Dancing:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/16/dancing/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/16/rdp-saturday-rosy-hues/

FOWC with Fandango — Circle

 

 

50 Word Thursday #59 – To face his fears.

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And the words: “At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him.” – Paulo Coelho – The Alchemist.

 

His social anxiety and fear of public speaking had seriously held him back in his studies but now he had psyched himself up and he was ready to go. His heart beat fast inside his chest, as though he had just finished an endurance test. He could track the roots of his phobia back to his childhood but now after an intense course of cognitive behavioural therapy and some hypnosis, he was ready to deliver his dissertation speech to the whole class. At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him

The light from the projector shone in his eyes, making the room seem just a dark blur. He heard someone cough at the back of the room, but otherwise, he could have been alone.

One last deep breath and he launched into his speech, punctuated by graphs and diagrams projected onto the screen.

When he finished, he switched off the projector and turned the lights on.

Apart from three workmen at the back of the room, eating their lunch, the room was deserted.

Then from the corridor outside, he heard applause as his lecturer and classmates cheered him.

[200 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 word thursday challenge, click on the link below to see the original challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/02/13/50-word-thursday-59/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/02/18/your-daily-word-prompt-endurance-ydwordprompt-february-18-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Social

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/02/18/track/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/02/18/rdp-tuesday-go/

 

50 Word Thursday #31- The Results

Well, another week has just flown by! The 50 Word Thursday challenge has come to an end. Click on the link to see the post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/50-word-thursday-challenge-31/

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

Here was the picture:

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and here are the words:

“If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

It has been another great week for entries, I’d encourage you to read all the short stories that are linked below, some are truly surreal and others quite enigmatic 😉

 

the cursed of the white house

https://brazycitch1981.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/a-last-request/

THE CEMETERY

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/progress-halted/

https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/down-town/

The Project

https://jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/i-dont-think-so-for-50-word-thursday-31-graveyard-tales-of-the-mind-of-christian-aug-1-2019/

50 Words Thursday # 31 – The graveyard of grave stones

Living to Die – 50 Word Thursday (Challenge)

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/08/05/50-word-thursday-31/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/50-word-thursday-the-hidden-gem/

 

What a fantastic compendia of short stories.

I have been alternating hosting this challenge with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, but due to the disgusting harvesting of our work without asking for permission by TYGPRESS, Teresa announced she was quitting WordPress. I am so sorry to see her go because she is a fantastic blogger and writer and has been very supportive of a good many people. I hope she has changed her mind and will continue to blog and co-host this challenge. Never fear, one way or another there will be another 50 Word Thursday prompt posted tomorrow at some point, and it does appear that TYGPRESS has been deactivated too.

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Surreal

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/rdp-wednesday-fear/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/08/07/your-daily-word-prompt-enigmatic-august-7-2019/

 

 

Twittering Tales – Maiden Flight.

Photo by Adhitya Andanu at Pexels.com

 

Past obscuring lines of rain

I see the waiting aeroplane

A rising panic grips my chest

Like pangs of hunger manifest

I take a pill to ease my stress

The panic pains soon regress

I conquered fear, my mental plight

Now it’s my maiden Pilots flight

I feel brilliantly

Won’t you fly with me?

[278 Characters]

 

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

Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/rdp-tuesday-hungry/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/your-daily-word-prompt-brilliant-april-9-2019/

 

 

What do you See? – Ghostly Footsteps.

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This poem is written in response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see Challenge:

What do you See? March/26/2019

and also the Tuesday’s Writing Prompt Challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe, to write a poem containing the line “Footsteps of the Mind”.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 26, 2019

 

As I wander through the cloisters,

Just to see what I can find,

I hear a noise come suddenly

Like the footsteps of the mind.

 

Are these spectres from my memories?

Or something much more sinister?

Is it a thief that haunts the shadows

With some violence to administer?

 

My heart beats faster as I linger

In the dim and darkening light

Then I see from out the shadows

Something Impish, bold and white.

 

I see it bound and run towards me

And I scream and jump a mile

Then I realise that what I feared

Is just a dog, This makes me smile.

 

Can there ever be a terror

Greater than the one I find

When I leave my thoughts to linger

On those footsteps in my mind?

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/March/2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Impish

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/27/impish/

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Thief

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/27/rdp-wednesday-thief/

 

What do you See? – Fear of the Unknown.

I sent in a poem for Helene Vaillant’s brilliant picture challenge on Willow Poetry:

What do you See? March 19/2019

What do you See? Roundup March 19/2019

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I climbed the ladder to peer beyond,
this grey walled world I long to leave.
The light calls to me, dare I respond?
what seems so bright, may yet deceive.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/March/2019

Finish the Story #5 – The Unusual Commute

I have been tagged in this challenge by Sadje of the blog, Keep it Alive:

Finish the story 2019#5

Thank you, Sadje, I shall try to do it justice.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, started it off, see her post here:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/finish-the-story-2019-5/

 

Rules:

1. Copy the story as you receive it.

2. Add to the story in some fashion.

3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.

4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.

5. Have Fun!

 

Part one 

Faith stretched and yawned. Somewhere in the house, the kittens were rough-housing and the neighbour’s rooster crowed ear-splittingly loud. There was no use in complaining to the Harvey’s again. She sighed, sat up, and slipped into her slippers. Warm chestnut aroma filtering from the kitchen suggested she was running late. The coffee pot’s timer was set for six, but it felt much earlier. Probably should not have watched the late-late movie, she told herself.

“Tom is always worth it.” She chuckled and set about her morning routine.

By the time she showered and poured her coffee to go, she had decided it was much later than usual. No time for breakfast or yoga. Traffic was light and convinced her even more that she was running behind schedule. She dashed through the terminal and reached the train doors with seconds to spare. They closed behind her and the train lurched forward.

Faith grabbed a hold of the person in front of her to avoid falling over and chuckled. “Excuse me. Sorry. I didn’t mean –“

Without intending too, she screamed as her eyes took in the thing standing in front of her. She released her grip and stepped back.

“Watch it, young lady,” a voice said behind her.

Faith glanced behind her and …

Part Two – 

She uttered a shrill scream. The vision in front of her was unbelievable. The guy, or was it just a gawky teenager, she couldn’t tell because of the clown makeup he was wearing. The costume was all colours of the rainbow and the face was so skillfully made up to resemble a zombie clown. He was grinning at her and with the get up it really looked as if he was ready to devour her with those sharp teeth.

She looked around her and realized that the whole compartment was full of clowns in different costumes and get up. They were all chatting and laughing with each other. It seemed that she had stepped into a nightmare. It wasn’t their fault. Not everyone is afraid of clowns.

She found an empty seat and sat there. Careful to keep her eyes averted from all those clowns. The train was travelling at an unusually fast speed and soon it stopped at the next station. The doors open to let in………….

My Addition – 

…even more clowns. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t believe that everyone getting on was dressed in the same kind of clown outfits as everyone already on the train.

She fumbled in her handbag and took out her asthma spray and gave it two puffs into her mouth.

She felt the tightening in her lungs relax and was able to breathe again, but it didn’t alter the fact that she was in a living nightmare. Her fear of clowns had been something she could usually deal with. After all, as long as you avoid circuses and were careful about what movies you watch, you could normally avoid clowns easily.

Occasionally one of the clowns would look down at her cowering in her seat and grin menacingly at her either with red painted lips or from behind a mask.

One person came up to her and bend down to speak to her.

“Feeling a little nervous are we?” The voice said.

“Well, just you wait until we get to our destination” the man added.

“Wait, isn’t this the train to the centre of town? I’m late already for work” Faith asked.

The man laughed for what seemed like a lifetime and eventually responded.

“Oh no, this is the express train to…….”

to be continued…..

 

So who shall I tag to continue this Clownish tale?

How about…..

Li from Tao Talk? Fancy having a go?

Global Teamwork

 

 

 

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge – Failing each new day.

The Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe is to write something with the phrases New Dawn/ New Day/ New Dreams. See link below:

Here is my attempt:

I stand on a precipice.

Before me the world, and all its opportunities, unfolds.

Dare I step forward into the unknown?

The fear of failure gives me pause.

It will stymie far more than my crepitus filled knee.

If only I can find the courage to take a step,

A new dawn full of new dreams awaits.

The prospect is breathtaking.

But so is my fear.

Surely, though, the fear that I am missing out on my destiny,

Failing to reach my full potential,

Should be greater than any fear of the unknown?

Yet I stand here paralysed.

Unable to move.

Unable to breath.

Until time takes its toll.

Twittering Tales # 111 – Tunnel of Fear – A Tale in less than 280 characters.

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By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Where does this ancient pipeline go? Some say it leads to another world with a population of evil bipeds who wage war on each other and other creatures.

If the legends are true, these so called humans had a lot to answer for.

Quick, let’s block it up before they come through.

[277 characters]

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s weekly challenge see link below:

If you want to read my entry for last weeks Twittering Tales, click here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/13/twittering-tales-110-mindless-sheep-a-tale-in-less-than-280-characters/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/20/your-daily-word-prompt-population-november-20-2018/