Twittering Tales -The Reckoning.

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She felt butterflies in her middle and an intense heat that made sweat roll down her back.

She used to think sweat was sensual, remembering a steamy night when Steve came to talk but left her so emotional.

The headlights pierced through the blinds and she faced her future.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales challenge, click on the link to her post here:

Twittering Tales #153 – 10 September 2019


I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Middle



Manic Mondays – The Wrong Road – A lyric poem.


I have written this poem, which seems to have a song like quality to it (or is it just me?) for Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday Challenge:


I arrive at life’s junction

I feel aimless, without function.

The roads lead off before me

Into futures, I cannot see.

So dark the path behind me,

I will not let my past bind me,

Into life’s adventure, I leap,

Trusting that I will find me.


My old infatuation

Brought no satisfaction

No reason, no reaction,

To my situation.

So, onwards I start walking

down roads without markings

Ever hopeful, without knowing,

If the path I take will break me,

Or hope, forsake me,

Take me forwards.


Of all the roads before me,

Only one road is the wrong one,

The one I must be the strong one,

To avoid.

In the dark storm of life,

All the other roads lead me through,

The Wrong road, is the one road,

That leads me back to you.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/February/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Reason



Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – Past Reflection.


Prompt word: Reflect – reflecting – reflection

Here is a poem that I have written today, in response to both Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday challenge and also Sheryl’s Your Daily Word prompt.

Sadly Sheryl writes that she has suffered a bereavement and so chose the word bereavement for her prompt. I am very sad to hear of her loss, and I have written this poem in response to show my sincerest condolences.

She looked in her car mirror,

That showed her a view of the rear,

and reflected on the path that she’d taken,

The one that had brought her here.


The journey had been a tough one

But she’d made it through the worst.

She won’t be the last person to make that trip,

And she knew she sure wasn’t the first.


She caught her face in the mirror,

The lines had increased with the years.

Each one a memory, some happy, some sad.

And her eyes became filled with tears.


She’d coped with a numbing bereavement,

The overwhelming sorrow and grief,

She knew you don’t quite get over it,

But she took comfort from her faith and belief.


She stopped looking at the past behind her,

And stared at the road out ahead,

Then she slammed her foot down on the pedal,

and shouted, “Let’s face the future instead.”

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04/January/2019

The World’s Future – A poem for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles


As I followed a trail

Through wind and the hail,

In a glade she stood,

The Queen of the Wood.

Above her head she held aloft

in gentle hands, so small, so soft.

The glorious seed,

In her strong voice she decreed,

“Behold the future is here!”

but before I drew near,

The whole scene changed,

The wood rearranged

I fell to the ground

And a sapling I found,

Growing strong and straight.

Then I knew my fate

Was to tend this tree,

For it’s destiny

Was combined

With the worlds future

And Mine.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 28/11/2018

Three Things Challenge, 06 June 2018 – In the Future

This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:

Here are the three words for 06 June 2018: dog, hairball, science fiction

In the Future

I awoke from my frozen slumber, my body was still numb, my eyes blind and my ears deaf. The only reason I knew I was alive was that I could think. In those dark moments, I tried to recall what had happened. I don’t remember much about the freezing process. They had told me I had an incurable illness and there was nothing that science at that time could do for me other than preserve my body. The field of Cryogenics and cryonics was still rather new back then and often people had to pay through the nose for the privilege of having their bodies frozen, but they wanted to try out a brand new chemical freezing procedure and wanted a human guinea pig to try it out on. I could see no point in living. I had no dependents and no descendents, at least none that I was still talking to and had now been diagnosed with a painful and degenerative disease, there really wasn’t much point in hanging on. I volunteered to take part in their experiment. It was only now that my senses were gradually coming back to me, that I realised it had been a success. The next sense that returned was my hearing. I could hear a rushing sound as my ears cleared and then the whirring of some machinery and the sound of my heart beating. I also heard the sound of breathing, whether my own or someone else’s was unclear. I began to feel the hardness of the surface I was lying on and the rough material against my skin. I moved my arm, my hand dropped down beside me and then I heard a voice, it was deep and gravelly.

“Ahhh, You are waking up now. There, there, don’t worry about anything. You’re safe. I am looking after you. I have been able to decipher the data file preserved with you. I can see you had some advanced cancerous cells in your lymphatic system but I have had them removed. I gather your primitive society couldn’t deal effectively with those, but we can quite easily. Can you lift up you legs yet? Please try for me.”

I tried to lift my legs but they were still numb but gradually sensation was coming back to my body. My toes were tingling. My sense of smell returned suddenly and I was aware of an unpleasant animal smell coming from somewhere nearby. It smelled like my local vets waiting room on a hot day! I must have tensed because the gravelly voice once again told me to relax.

“You are doing very well now. Soon you should be able to move and you will begin to see, then, finally your speech will return. That always seems to be the last thing to come back, at least in the other specimen that I have dealt with. This was the only cryonics process that actually worked, you were very lucky my friend. You know, until we found this cryonics laboratory, your species had all died out. It has been really fascinating to study your species in more detail.”

I began to panic, what was this thing that was standing over me, I could feel it’s breath now. I pictured one of those aliens I had seen in the movies, with big slobbering teeth, that laid eggs in people’s bodies. 

“Please rest, you humans are so excitable aren’t you? Everything is going to be OK. We wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll look after you, until someone comes who will give you a nice home. There, there.”

My eyes opened and I began to focus. I saw something with big slobbering teeth bending over me. It was also covered in fur and had a big wet nose and large brown eyes. It was a dog! A dog was standing over me. 

“You’re a Dog!” I shouted, realising at the same time that my speech had returned.

“Now, we don’t like that term, no not at all. We are Canines not Dogs. That was a derogatory term used for our ancient ancestors before we evolved. You can just call me Doctor Sam. I hope you behave yourself when you’re staying with me, because I don’t like badly behaved animals, humans least of all. You were such an aggressive and disagreeable species. That was mainly due to your hormones, however. I’ve dealt with that now.”

It was then I realised that I was missing something in the groin area! They had neutered me. 

Doctor Sam suddenly began coughing and hacking then threw up a hairball onto the floor. Another dog came over and swept it up with a dustpan and brush.

“OK. You should be getting your feeling back in your legs now. You’ll have to wear this.”

I felt something being put around my neck and saw a long metal chain dangling from it and held up by the hairy hand of Doctor Sam.

“Right now, there’s a good boy.” He said to me. “Walkies.”

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/06/2018