Warning: This story isn’t nice – Hush Thy Screams.


I wrote this story in response to the Manic Monday 3 way challenge that Laura M Bailey hosts. See link below:


Hush Thy Screams

She’d just been lying there in her garden, sunbathing, minding her own business, when it happened.

A rough callused hand covered her mouth, a big heavy body pulled her up against it and a voice whispered in her ear “Hush“.

A panic rose up inside her. It was her new neighbour‘s voice. While one hand pressed hard on her mouth, restricting her breathing, his other roamed her body and removed her swimsuit. She felt his hot breath on her neck and hot flesh against her back.

She brought her carefully trained mind under control and twisted her lithe body out of his grasp grabbing the nail file on the table and forcing it into her attackers left eye.

The air erupted in screams, but not hers, his, as he writhed on the floor with blood pouring from his ruined eye-socket.

Hush,” She said to him and kicked him in the groin, her foot making contact with his testicles beneath his hardened manhood.

Her training as a spy held her in good stead but she was sick of having to teach men the hard way that it was ok to look, but not to touch.

It was clear she was going to have to move again.


FOWC with Fandango — Neighbor


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/August/2018




A Neighbourly Encounter – A Short Story.

This short story was written in response to:

The Word of the Day prompt: Amorous


The Ragtag Word prompt: Hospitable


And Sheryl’s daily word: Blindside


A Neighbourly Encounter

I had just started to relax in the bath, the ginger and passionflower scented bubbles were just working their magic on my tired muscles, when the doorbell rang.

I’ll just ignore it, I thought, but then I remembered our car was parked on the drive and not in the garage as usual, because it was full of my ex-husbands junk, waiting for him to come and pick it up and take it back to his love nest with his new fancy lady.

The doorbell rang again. I reluctantly left the healing waters of my bath and wrapped a towel around my body. I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. ‘Love every curve and bulge’, they told us at the Self esteem course. I still had a long way to come before I could love that body. It was so far removed from the young girl I had been once. Before I’d wasted 14 years of life on that man who simultaneously was sleeping with every secretary he’d ever had.

Wrapped up in a towel and a dressing gown, I gathered my damp blond hair back and clipped it in place then ran to the door. The bell had just rung for a third time.

I swung open the door ready to deliver a bit of a tongue lashing, when I saw one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen standing there. He wasn’t too young, I put his age about thirty, about the same age as the woman my husband had left me for. I had just turned forty.

The man on the doorstep looked a but flustered, possibly by my attire and the fact that a pool of water was gathering by my purple painted toes.

“I am really sorry to disturb you. I’ve just moved in next door and I’ve managed to lock myself out already. I wondered if I could use your phone to call a locksmith?”

He gave a nervous smile and flashed perfect white teeth at me. Then a thought came to me and I asked “What about your mobile phone?”

“No, that’s in the house too. You see I’ve really left myself in a bit of a mess.”

He had a nice way of speaking and I let my guard down. Stepping back into the hall, I pointed to the landline.

“OK, here’s the phone.”

I listened to him as he phoned for a locksmith and explained his predicament.

I decided that, as he was my new neighbour, I should really be a bit more hospitable.

I filled the kettle and switched it on and put some fondant fancies onto a plate.

He finished the call and walked into the Kitchen and smiled again.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate you letting me use your phone. I was becoming quite frantic. No one trusts each other nowadays. I was beginning to think no one would help me. That’s such a weight off my mind.” He said.

“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” I asked him.

Then just at that moment, my towel unravelled and fell to the floor. I quickly gathered my dressing gown tighter around me, covering up my breasts that had only briefly been exposed.

I blushed with embarrassment and looked at the man, who was also a bit taken aback.

Then the amorous look that came into his eyes rather blindsided me.

I hadn’t thought for a moment that I would have been attractive to this fit man who had the body of someone who worked out a lot at the gym.

It all happened so fast.

I let his passion flow over me and we made love on the kitchen floor.

It was only after wards when the Locksmith arrived and he’d left that I realised I really enjoyed myself.

Sipping my tea, I couldn’t help smiling. That young handsome man had done more for my self esteem than a whole month worth of self esteem courses had done.

Things were looking up after all. I will have to find out his name and invite him round for dinner some time.


The End


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/July/2018