Twittering Tales #114 – More precious than Gold – A tale in less than 280 characters.

A Rainbow had shown them the target as It shone on the hollow old tree.

“Come on,” said Jake to Tom “Let’s see if it’s true about finding gold at the end of a rainbow.”

They dug for hours.

It provided their Mother with something more precious than gold. A bit of peace and quiet.

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

This story also contains the word prompt: Target

And by a touch of coincidence or divine providence, this story is also appropriate for another picture challenge that I only discovered today:

50 Word Thursday #28 – Realisation in the Desert

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.

This is the story I wrote last week:


The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert

Reaslisation in the Desert

There was something so mystical about the desert at sunrise. He wanted so much for his fiancée to see it, to feel the same emotion that he felt every time he came here, so he woke her up early and brought her here in his van.

The gentle, constant wind moved the dunes in a fluid graceful motion. The morning sun turned the base sand into gold. It took his breath away every time.

He turned to his fiancée. She was yawning and staring at the phone in her palm. He’d hoped there wouldn’t be any signal up here, but clearly, there was a mast or a satellite somewhere that meant she could still get access to her social media.

He realised suddenly how incompatible they were. She was determined to close herself off from the beauty around her. If she couldn’t appreciate this glorious view, how could she understand him?

He looked back on their time together. They’d met at college; their parents were friends at the country club. They’d been thrown together but he realised that she was more interested in spending her rich parents’ money than spending time exploring the world with him. She was materialistic whereas He saw wealth as a way of making a difference and giving something back.

He’d had doubts for a while, now he knew, the wedding was off.

He put his foot on the pedal, The van bounced along the dirt road, running like an arrow across the desert, towards home.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/November/2018

A little bit of Mirth – A Steve Layne Monologue

Back when I first started blogging in March I wrote my first monologue and created the character of Steve Layne. He is an actor with a flamboyant way of speaking. You get the impression that his life isn’t quite as good as the one his ego projects.

See here to read the first one:

I then wrote another monologue with the same character in April.


So here we see him once again, in his dressing room, getting ready for a performance.

Someone enters to find him staring off into space with a tear in his eye.

“Oh, hi there, I didn’t see you come in. You caught me unawares. Yes, I suppose I did look a bit melancholy.

I was just thinking about my life. It hasn’t been a bed of roses, that’s for sure, well maybe the thorns.

Would you be a dear and pass me one of those tissues?

Thanks love. There that’s better, I wouldn’t want my mascara to run. I could just hear the critics now ‘Steve Layne looks like a Panda on heat in his latest performance of Hamlet’. No, actually I’m not doing Hamlet, despite being in the mood for it. No, I’m in a comedy at the moment. It’s one I wrote myself actually. It’s called “A little bit of Mirth”. The main character is an actor who is struggling to find work and so reinvents himself as a stand-up comedian only to have a heart attack on stage, but the audience all think its part of the act and start laughing. No, it couldn’t happen to me, I’m as fit as a fiddle. I had a checkup just last week actually. Nothing wrong with my heart. They are a bit concerned about the skin lesions, but the theatrical make-up hides those, thank heavens.

I must say the reviews have been quite kind. One of them even spelt my name right. I’ve been called all sorts, you know. Stephen Lain, Steve Lean and even once Dave Conti, God knows why. So, it was nice they spelt it right. L.A.Y.N.E That’s right, with a Y and an E.

Oh, are you with a newspaper then? Oh, you write a blog, do you? You know, I thought I recognised you from somewhere. Yes, I was in the Pink Panther club last Thursday. Oh, that was you was it? Look, I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to run out and leave you with the Cab to pay for. It was your gold filling I accidentally swallowed, was it? Wild times, I do get a bit crazy when I’m on the Pernod.

Oh, thank you, Yes, I wouldn’t mind seeing you again next Thursday. It’s an Abba tribute night. That’s OK you can be Agnetha I prefer Anni-Frid anyway. Of course, you can see my Fernando anytime! Oh, you did. Well, I was very drunk, I can’t really remember.

Right, I must get ready for the show now. I have to say I am feeling in a much better mood now than I was earlier, all my Melancholy has turned to Mirth. Tell Ted out front that I said you could have a seat at the back, no love, It’s my way of saying thank you. It’s never busy anyway on Friday nights, I think there must be something good on Telly tonight.

Let me know what you think. Yes, I am quite happy for you to put a review on your blog. Only, be kind.”

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/July/2018


I have used the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Mirth

Fandango One Word Challenge: Melancholy

FOWC with Fandango — Melancholy

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Gold.