Tales from the mind of Kristian
Visit the darkest crevices of my mind, dare to tread where many fear to go. You may find something interesting or you may find a mirror to your soul.
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.
Continue reading A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.
This story was inspired by this photograph and the challenge by Calmkate of Aroused, see link here:
It was also inspired by the following word prompts:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/11/accomplish/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/11/your-daily-word-prompt-photograph-january-11-2019/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/11/rdp-friday-letter/
What He Accomplished.
With a photograph in one hand, a letter discarded on the floor by her feet, a memory to be cherished in her mind and her heart completely broken, she slumped in her chair and cried.
The photograph was of the bridge that they had first met in those heady days before the war.
The war that had now taken everything away from her. Almost everything. As she thought of the war, it filled her with a surge of enmity towards this thing called war, far greater than for those poor fools that had tried to invade, impelled by their own leadership and whipped up into a semi-religious fervour.
She’d only skimmed the words of the letter but already they were emblazoned on her mind, never to be forgotten.
“Madam,
I regret to inform you of the death in action of your husband, Captain Mark Thompson. He died ensuring the enemy failed to capture our major seaport and as such, I hope that it gives you some comfort to consider how much he managed to accomplish and that he died a heroes’ death.
Yours Faithfully,
Sir Reginald Compden
Deputy Minister of War.”
The words ‘how much he managed to accomplish’ were particularly bitter.
She glanced out of the window to see a small boy running along the lawn playing with a wooden hoop.
He had his father’s sandy hair and blue eyes.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/January/2019
Swimmers One-Word Prompt — letter
Word of the Day Challenge — possibility
Fandango’s One Word Challenge — artifact
Three Things Challenge — carpenter, honey bee, dystopian
Amicable
When I was younger, I was told that I could be anything I wanted to be, if I worked hard enough at it. That was all very nice, it’s always nicer to be encouraged than talked down, but it was a lie all the same. At least, that I what I had come to believe.
I had worked hard at school. I busied away like a busy honey bee and I managed to get good marks on my exams. In this dystopian society I lived in, I still couldn’t get a decent job. All the jobs went to those people dedicated to the Party in power. The friends of the great leader. The system was so corrupt but it would surely crumble eventually because the best people were overlooked in favour of the party faithful regardless of their ability.
Continue reading Multiple Word Prompt Challenge – Dystopian Possibilities – Short Story
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