A Story in 150 words – The Dressmaker

Dressmaking was a family tradition and her grandmother had taught her all she knew, but rarely had she got the time to make something for herself.

She’d made her daughter’s wedding dress and then lots of things for her own granddaughters but it had been twenty years since she’d made something for herself.

She carefully took her measurements across the bust, waist, and hips then stared down at the numbers perplexed. How could she have changed so much!

Once she began, the familiar process happened quickly and before she knew it, the green silk gown had formed on the mannikin. It was quite plain, she didn’t want to outshine her own granddaughter at her wedding, after all. Then she added just one ribbon around the neckline to zhuzh it up a bit.

On the day, as she watched her granddaughter, she was so proud of the family she had made.  

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

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A story in 150 words – Cabbages and Memories

I haven’t written anything new in quite a while but decided today was the day to flex those writing muscles again just to see if I still could..

This short story was written in response to the following writing prompts Memento, Float, Gambler, and Cabbages.

She came across it quite by accident, a memento of a different time, a time of youth. When you are young time seems to float by gently but as you get older, as events take over, time rushes past so fast reality becomes a dream until you wake up and everything you ever cherished has gone.

The faded photograph was a picture of that time when she’d lived in grandeur and had servants to wait upon her. There she stood on her family’s front porch, dressed in white lace for her wedding day, her husband beside her looking young and vital with that roguish grin. How she had loved him, but he’d been a gambler and now she was reduced to her current state. When once she had eaten steak and caviar, now she had nothing but cabbages to look forward to. Cabbages and memories were all that were left.

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I hope you enjoyed this story, my first in a long while 🙂

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Body In Victorian London.

His body lay in the gutter. He could feel the hard cobblestones, but the discomfort they caused was nothing next to the pain of the wound in his side. Stabbed by a Knife. It was Ironic he should end this way, bleeding to death in the street. The rain washed the blood away and with it, his life ebbed.

He took one last look at the London street, lit by the gas lamps that produced a flickering uneven light.

It was the last thing he saw. His London.

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A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.

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I wrote this poem and shared it back in February 2019. It was a different world back then, but I wanted to share it again with you and I hope it makes you laugh.

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Terrible Poetry Contest – A Cento Animico.

Chelsea Owens, on her blog, has thrown down the gauntlet in her latest Terrible Poetry contest. Click on the link below to see the post, why not have a go?

A cento is a poem made up of fragments of other poems.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cento_(poetry)

I thought I would try my hand at it, but it is a lot more difficult than it may at first appear. Here is my attempt:

The Owl and the Pussycat went to see,

the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),

Like Love, unkindly passing by.

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

A host of golden daffodils, they dance.

The reprieve papers are not signed, behind.

It was a poignant portrayal of the effects.

A collage of fragments of poetical objects.

I have included fragments from the following poems:

The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear,

The Blind Man And The Elephant by John Godfrey Saxe

The Way It Is, by William Stafford

I wandered lonely as a cloud, by William Wordsworth

Reprieve, by Alison Prince

I have also included the following word prompts:

The Last To See Him – The Murder Mystery Continues

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/

The Last To See Him

It was quite early in the morning when the telephone rang. Alice had only just brought in the breakfast tray consisting of a soft-boiled egg, toast, some marmalade and the compulsory cup of strong tea.

Placing the tray down on the bed next to Lady Patterson, Alice went and answered the phone.

It wasn’t every day that Audrey Patterson took breakfast in bed. In fact, she would usually have been up, washed and dressed by now, but she had slept badly and her head was being rather a pain. Her mind kept going over and over the events that had taken place. The murders of her friend, Claudia Halifax and her Maid, Elsie, had affected her badly. She had sworn to catch their killers, or it may well be that the killer of Claudia and of Elsie were one and the same.

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Gone Viral – A poem for our times.

I’ve decided to repost this poem that I wrote back when COVID first appeared. I’m pleased to say that the signs are the COVID threat is passing but it hasn’t gone away.

Today’s Word of the Day is Bizarre.

Life is quite strange at the moment

It’s bizarre, it’s weird and completely surreal

Like an old-time disaster movie

Waiting for the villain to finally reveal

His twisted scheme for world domination.

And so, Covid-19 has been released

Threatening mankind and all of creation

An obituary for the deceased.

If we heed the advice we’ve been given

And stay at home for our own survival

We may yet find we’ll come through fine

It may bring about humankind’s revival.

No more selfishly thinking of ourselves

No more being, by crowds, pushed and shoved.

By staying indoors and being dependent

We find out that we are truly loved.

We may feel at times, scared and delicate,

Adrift in a sea of doubts and cares.

But we are all in this boat together

And togetherness can beat despairs.

So, I bring you this one and final thought,

That turns this whole disaster on its head

There is always a silver lining of a sort,

So, think about this positively instead.

It’s strange that a deadly virus, although

it’s keeping us all apart, however,

Also appears to be the very thing

that has brought us all much closer together.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24 March 2020

This poem was written in the hope of spreading some positivity in these desperate times.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/obituary/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/your-daily-word-prompt-adrift-ydwordprompt-march-24-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Dependent

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/together/

W.O.T.D.C. BIZARRE

Song Lyric Sunday – If you wanna know, Cher has some great advice.

Last week I took part in this fantastic challenge, the theme was Tribute songs that were written in memory of someone.

Click on the link below to see my post:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is songs featured in films that made the charts

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

I have to say, the theme this week is absolutely brilliant! It sent my mind whirring as there are so many great films with some fantastic music. I was faced with a quandary. Should I go with something more traditional, like Moon-River by Henry Mancini, sung by Danny Williams for the film but also performed brilliantly by Andy Williams? Or Should I go with Ennio Morricone and use Gabriel’s Oboe from the Mission? Then I remembered one of my favourite Actresses who is also a Singer, someone who I have been surreptitious about being a fan of in the past, has often sung a song in a film that has become a hit. The person I refer to is Cher.

When this particular song came out, I used to dance along to it, secretly in my room, watching like a hawk to make sure no one could see me. I was never the cool kid at school, but my one consolation was I had no pressure to act cool, if I did something weird like sing along to Cher, then I had no street cred to lose.

The one i’ve chosen is The Shoop Shoop Song, that was featured in the film “Mermaids”.

The film came out in 1990 with Cher in the main role along with Bob Hoskins. Winona Ryder and Christina Ricci played her daughters. Set in the 1960’s the film was about a young single mother with two kids who move to Massachusetts.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mermaids_(1990_film)

The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s in His Kiss) was written by Rudy Clark and first released in 1963 by Merry Clayton but it didn’t chart. It was later recorded by Betty Everrett in 1964 who had a hit. It was later recorded by other artists and then Cher’s version for the film Mermaids became a number one hit in the UK, only her second since Sonny and Cher “I’ve got you, Babe”. Apparently in the US, it did not do quite as well. It may not be a majority view, but I consider Cher a fantastic actress. Her performance in the film Tea with Mussolini is my particular favourite of her roles.

The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s in His Kiss)

Does he love me, I wanna know
How can I tell if he loves me so?

Oh, no, you’ll be decieved
(Is it in his sighs?)
Oh, no he’ll make believe
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It’s in his kiss


(That’s where it is, oh yeah)Oh no, it’s just his charms
(In his warm embrace?)
OH no, that’s just his arms
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It’s in his kiss
(That’s where it is)
Oh, it’s in his kiss


(That’s where it is)Whoa, Hug him and squeeze him tight
Find out what you wanna know
If it’s love, if it really is
It’s there in his kiss

Oh no, that’s not the way
You’re not listenin’ to all I said
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It’s in his kiss
(That’s where it is)
Oh, It’s in his kiss
(That’s where it is)

Whoa, Hug him and squeeze him tight
Find out what you wanna know
If it’s love, if it really is
It’s there in his kiss

Oh no, that’s not the way
You’re not listenin’ to all I said
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It’s in his kiss
(That’s where it is)

Oh, It’s in his kiss
(That’s where it is)
Oh, yeah it’s in his kiss
(It’s in his kiss)
(That’s where it is)
Ooh, it’s in his kiss
(It’s in his kiss)
That’s where it is

It’s in his kiss
That’s where it is
Ooh, it’s in his kiss
That’s where it is
Ooh, oh it’s in his kiss
Oh, oh, it’s in the kiss
That’s where it is
That’s where it is

I hope you enjoyed this post.

I have included the following word prompts:

Rather Silly Rhymes – A Limerick

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Said the Kingpin to Miss Golightly

“you look dirty and rather unsightly

And It’s rather a strain

Seeing you again and again,

Why don’t you attempt bathing nightly?”

 

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

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/nightly/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/rdp-tuesday-strain/

FOWC with Fandango — Kingpin

 

The Tale of the Otiose Man – Terrible Poetry.

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Hark and listen to this tale of old,

Of an oafish man, quite otiose,

Who’d believe any story he was told,

And act in a manner bellicose.

Belligerently he’d wander around

Spouting words of nonsense, some would cheer

Picking fights wherever honest men were found,

His arrogance defying belief, year on year.

But wait! Don’t look back with wistful eyes,

It was in the past, a book upon the shelf.

Appears again, this otiose man who belief defies,

For history is always repeating itself.

 

Copyright@ Kristian Fogarty

 

This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Terrible Poetry Contest:

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

 

I have also included the following Word Prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/01/26/your-daily-word-prompt-otiose-january-26-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Wait

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/01/26/rdp-sunday-wander/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/01/26/wistful/