50 Word Thursday – The Garden of Solace.


The words: “He hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good, even there.” – Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

The Garden of Solace

The little row of houses, each one a match of the one next to it, looked so tranquil and idyllic, yet they hid a dark secret.

Walking the path through beautiful gardens, you couldn’t hear a noise, except for the peaceful buzzing of bees and some birdsong, yet deep beneath the buildings people would writhe in torment and screamed out in agony as they received electrotherapy.

He tried his best to bring comfort to the patients while the doctors used medieval methods to heal their sick minds. He thought many times of leaving, to work in less traumatic conditions but he hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good even there.

He extinguished his cigarette by grinding it into the chalk path with the heel of his boot and returned to his job tending those tranquil gardens and gathering bouquets of flowers to soothe damaged souls.

[150 Words]

 Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/July/2019


 This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, click on the link below to see the original post:


It isn’t too late to take part in this challenge if you’d like to. The challenge ends on Wednesday evening when I will post all the entries that have been received for this week and a new challenge will begin again on Thursday. 


I have also included the following word prompts:





A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Summer Break







Summer Break

As I sat here with my pen in hand

I heard the loudest noise in the land

A mighty cacophony of sound

That knocked me off my seat and to the ground.


What frightful fracas, what dreadful din

My ears couldn’t cope and take it in.

I sat there and began to tremble

My wits, I started to reassemble.


Despite the fear, despite the quivers,

I calmed my nerves and stopped my shivers.

I began to summon all my strength

And gave myself a talk, at length.


I turned to face the beaconing truth,

My day of reckoning, my misspent youth.

Those symbols of my great mistake,

the kids had come home for summer break.


The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/August/2018

Music of Life

What is Noise?

At first I thought entirely negatively.

People shouting and screaming, pushing and shoving.

Unpleasant sounds, engendering stress and anxiety.

Crowds, traffic, honking of horns, that sort of thing. 

Then I stopped and thought more deeply.

Noise is neither negative or positive it just is.

It doesn’t care much what we think of it.

It is not just the sounds of people in crowds, or traffic forcing it’s way down a busy road.

It is also the sound of a waterfall, the water crashing over the rocks causing a deafening roar.

It is the sound of a baby giggling, or crying. So precious.

The birds singing from the tree tops. Marking territory or just letting each other know they are there. 

It is the sound of thunder, bringing the rains.

It is one of our senses, and like other senses we have, we often take for granted until we start to lose them. 

Even now, if I’m in a busy room with lots of background chatter I struggle to hear the person talking to me, I find I am becoming more reliant on lip reading than I am in actually hearing their words. Funny thing is, if I’m talking to someone with a beard, I really struggle as I can’t see their lips move very easily.

Noise is precious. It is more than just sound, it is the very music of life. 

Enjoy every note. 


copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/March/2018


via Daily Prompt: Noise