50 Word Thursday – Vengeance Delivered – A Fishy Tale.

This short story was written for this weeks 50 word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, please check out her post here:


If you want to take part in this challenge, check out her post to see the rules.


The Picture:

Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

The Words:

The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.



Vengeance Delivered – A Fishy Tale.

The Fish swam through the water unaware that danger reared its ugly head. The danger was never far away in the briny deep, but these fish were young and foolish.

They saw a bright light emerging from the sandy bottom but they ignored it. They knew it was a phoney, a lure from the lantern fish that had buried itself beneath the sand.

A Congar Eel gave a sashay through the water, like a dancing girl without her tambourine. The fish swam past without a care.

The young fish had been warned not to go into the deep chasm nor to swim in the barnacle-covered shipwreck. This presented a quandary. Which of these forbidden things should they do? They both looked like exciting prospects. After a brief delay where they played scissor, paper, stone to decide, they headed into the dark chasm.

There in the darkest of corners in the deepest chasm dwelt a sea monster of notorious fame. The Kraken had slumbered for many years but now it stirred and a generation of young foolish fish became its lunch.

The Kraken stirs, and ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.

That vengeance came in the form of indigestion.

[200 Words]


I have also included the following word prompts:


FOWC with Fandango — Sashay




I caught a fish – It was this big – A Story for Rory, A Guy Called Bloke


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Photo by Adrianna Calvo on Pexels.com


Back when I was a nipper, I was taken fishing by my Grandfather.

I was only six or seven and so my memories aren’t clear, but I can’t articulate enough how much that trip meant to me. Particularly as my Grandfather died the following year.

He was a character, that was for sure. My most vivid memory of him was that he loved his whisky, with just a dash of water in it. I remember clearly his voice calling out to my Mother “Don’t drench it Gwen, whatever you do!”

On this particular day, we set off in his car. He was the terror of the area because he insisted on driving at twenty miles per hour and no faster, regardless of how many people cursed and beeped their horn. It took nearly forty minutes to reach the harbour, a trip that takes me just twenty nowadays.

Grandfather had managed to pull a few strings with some of his old contacts at the harbour where he had worked as a docker for many years and managed to borrow a small motorboat for the day.

As the engine went “Putt, putt, putt” it became clear that Grandfather was no faster on the water than he was on land.

Eventually, we reached a spot out to sea and grandfather taught me how to cast the fishing line.

Something tugged on my line almost immediately.

“Grandpa! I think I’ve caught something,” I exclaimed.

“Well, reel it in son, don’t let it get away” he cried back.

Together we reeled in the line, it took both of us, then it emerged, the biggest fish I had ever seen. It was as tall as I was, admittedly I wasn’t tall for my age,  but it was pretty impressive considering we’d forgotten to pack any bait.


[300 words]

This story was written for A Guy Called Bloke’s Challenge, click on the link below:

Spin The Keyboard Yarn – Baby Steps First


I have also included the following word prompts:



FOWC with Fandango — Contacts



Right OK. I admit it, I didn’t read Rory’s instructions fully. I skipped the part about marking the story out of ten for believability! So I was a bit taken back by the marking…

Anyway please forgive me, I am most penitent. 😉

Here is what I should have added.

Out of Ten, how believable do you think my story is?




50 Word Thursdays – The Catch of the Day.


From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. – Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.


Last Thursday I launched this weeks 50 word Thursday challenge, that is to write something inspired by this picture and optionally including the phrase underneath it. It has to be in multiples of 50 words up to a maximum of 250 words.

It is still not too late to take part in this challenge if you’d like to, the link is below:



The designer of the statue had intended it to be an advertisement for the community. It represented our fishing industry and also our love for the sea birds that traditionally guided the fisherman to the best catch. He was proud of his masterpiece. He couldn’t possibly envision that some would see it as an obstacle of fun.

Not a day went by when some local hoodlum or scoundrel hadn’t desecrated his statue in some way.

Then came the day when he saw someone had placed a traffic cone on one of his statues arms, he completely lost his temper and went on a rampage, shouting and screaming.

I remember that day clearly. My friends and I were sitting in the main square eating fish and chips when he ran by screaming and foaming at the mouth.

From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him. 

[150 words]





50 Word Thursday #24 – A trip to the Sea.

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.


I missed it last week because I was on holiday/vacation, so this is the last one I wrote:


Here is this weeks picture.



Here are the words:

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

Daniel Silva’s The Heist

A Trip to the Sea

As a child, I had always wanted to see the sea. We lived in the mountains, far away, so I had never seen it.

When it was my eighth birthday my parents asked me what I wanted.

“I want to see the sea,” I replied, having no concept of what this would cost.

My parents scrimped and saved and that summer took me on a trip to the nearest port.

The journey took us three days and at that age, it felt like a lifetime, but I will never forget my first sight of that ocean.

I remember staring at the sun glittered on the water like thousands of jewels.

As we drove down to the wharf, the smell of the fish was so pungent in the air, you don’t get smells like that in the mountains.

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

I gazed fascinated at all the fish and other animals. Then I stopped, stunned and awed at an amazing creature, all rubbery with lots of legs with suckers on them.

“Papa? What on earth is that?” I cried.

My father looked at the expression on my face and burst out laughing.

“That’s an octopus, Son. Don’t you remember we used to read to you ‘Ollie the Octopus’ when you were little?”

“Yeah, But I didn’t know they were so… gory!

My parents laughed about that all the way home.


[250 words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/October/2018


I have also included Sheryl’s Your Daily Word Prompt: Gory