FOWC with Fandango – Tales from the mind of Kristian

The Incongruous Overture – A Silly Poem

This was originally posted a year ago, but I thought it deserved another airing. 😉

I hope you find it uplifting.

At the Piano, he banged the keys

The audience fell to their knees

It was an Overture most grand

The most bravado piano playing

In all the land.

But something wasn’t quite

The way it should have been, that night.

For while the audience enjoyed the fuss

There was something quite incongruous.

The scene was electric, that’s all right,

But it was quite an awesome sight,

For while they wore scarves and hats,

They were all a bunch of alley cats,

And while it can be said, quite true

That alley cats like music too,

They don’t often like an overture,

There’s something else they much prefer,

Something Jazzy, Sassy, lots of beat,

Something to which they can move their feet.

But this lot sat and watched chief Pussy,

Playing Mendelsohn and then Debussy.

It all seemed like a glorious joke,

Then all of a sudden, I awoke

To the sound of my own cat’s scream,

It had all been a rather silly dream!

As if any cat would listen, acute!

They hate the piano, they prefer the flute.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/December/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/14/incongruous/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/14/rdp-friday-overture/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/14/fowc-with-fandango-electric/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/12/03/uplifting/

50 Word Thursday – The Price of Fame

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and the words:

“Casting a desperate glance over her shoulder Felicity pursed her lips as the sound of running feet advised that they were still in hot pursuit.” – Misfire – Deb Whittam.

The Price of Fame

Casting a desperate glance over her shoulder Felicity pursed her lips as the sound of running feet advised that they were still in hot pursuit.

As she ran out of the Oasis Hotel and down to the beach, still wearing her high stiletto heels, her staunch and screaming admirers followed.

Kicking off the heels and hiking up her skirts she ran across the sand to make her escape.

It had taken a while to perfect her act but with the passage of time, she had now achieved stardom and a decent wage. However, this mob of fans and autograph hunters that now regularly bothered her every evening after her show was getting her down. If only she could find some private space so she could remove her wig, make-up and sparkly sequinned ballgown and return to being just Kevin Smith rather than Felicity Fawcett, the best drag act in town.

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the Blog Twenty Four, click on the link below:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/11/22/50-word-thursday-47/

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Wage

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/oasis/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/rdp-tuesday-passage-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/your-daily-word-prompt-staunch-november-26-2019/

Twittering Tales – Everyone’s Talking

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It created a stir when the local theatre group decided to perform a play by a keen new playwright who used poetic license to convey his own take on social media.

It didn’t earn much money but it made the point that on the internet, everyone’s talking but not much is being said.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge. Click the link below to see her post:

Twittering Tales #162 – 12 November 2019

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — License

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/18/earn/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/18/rdp-monday-stir/

50 Word Thursday – Wedding Karma.

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And the words:

“Only Agatha knew that she might be about to commit bigamy.” – Agatha Raisin and the Murderous Marriage – M.C. Beaton.

The night before her wedding, Agatha dreamt again of the plane crash.

The plane had come down in the middle of a vast jungle, how she’d survived and managed to walk away from the wreckage, she would never know. She had come to rely on her survival instinct. It had kept her going for the many weeks that had passed before she had been found and rescued.

Of course, she had not been alone in that plane, her then husband had been by her side and, of course, the pilot. The pilot had been killed outright.

She had seen that her husband would only have hampered her chances of rescue, with his legs crushed. She had abandoned him in her desperation to survive.

She used to dream of those dark times often, but since meeting Stephen and becoming engaged, she felt she had left the past behind her. Strange she should dream of it now.

Later, standing at the altar next to her millionaire fiancé, a thought flashed across her utterly cold mind. What if her husband had been rescued after all? Only Agatha knew that she might be about to commit bigamy.

Then as she cast an eye across the congregation she saw a lonely figure seated at the back in a wheelchair and just as the Vicar spoke the famous line “If any person present knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, he or she should declare it now” Agatha knew karma had come to get her.

[250 Words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Check out the link below if you’d like to have a go of the challenge.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/11/08/50-word-thursday-45/

I have also incorporated the following prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/utterly/

FOWC with Fandango — Rely

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/rdp-tuesday-vast/

Twittering Tales – A Sudden Sun

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For a century they’d lived underground, since the nuclear disaster that blocked out the sun nearly destroying everything.

It took all his bravery to climb up into the ruins. Suddenly, the wind made the window curtains wag. Then, for the first time in a century, the sun shone.

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

Twittering Tales #161 – 5 November 2019

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Window

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/11/rdp-monday-bravery/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/11/wag/

A Smile in a Foreign Land – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

This poem was written in response to the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/19/foreign/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/19/your-daily-word-prompt-narrative-may-19-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/19/rdp-sunday-stalk/

FOWC with Fandango — Abroad

A Smile in a Foreign Land

If you want my opinion,

here is my narrative,

some things seem quite foreign,

but it’s only comparative.

When travelling abroad,

what seems strange at first glance

becomes far more familiar

if you just take a chance.

So keep an open, clear mind

when exploring the new

and then you will find

a different point of view.

So, if your tingling nerves start

when experiencing new places,

where your fears stalk your heart

in crowds of strange faces,

though people may be different in fashion and style,

it won’t feel quite so foreign

if you remember to smile.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/May/2019

My Jaded Heart – A sad poem.

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My diary tells the story,

The pages wet with tears,

Of the many lonely hours,

And all the wasted years.

Once I wrote of youthful hopes,

Now my face is old and jaded,

My outer shell reflects my soul,

Where all my dreams have sadly faded.

Happiness was not predicted,

Not an aspect of my astral chart

Of love pains, I’ve never been afflicted,

But beats softly, my jaded heart.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/05/jaded/

FOWC with Fandango — Diary

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/05/your-daily-word-prompt-aspect-november-5-2019/

50 Word Thursday #43 – Such Fresh Blood!

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And the words:

“It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.” – Summoned to Thirteenth Grave – Darynda Jones.

I don’t know where I’d been, exactly, it was all a blur. I remember floating in a void with the only thing keeping me from fading away was my desire to return.

Luckily, four naïve young school girls decided to read from an old book. They’d been bored and preferred to procrastinate rather than study for their exams. It was four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun streamed through the window of their dormitory.

That was strange, in itself, people usually did this sort of thing at night, with candles lit, and protected by a circle of salt. Naïve? These girls were plain stupid!

The words worked, all the same, and I found myself falling out of oblivion and then I was back in the world again.

It wasn’t until I felt the sun on my face that I knew, really knew, I’d made it back.

Such fresh blood!

[150 Words]

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four, click on the link below to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/10/25/50-word-thursday-43/

I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Procrastinate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/naive/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/29/rdp-tuesday-falling/