Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Primary Rubric

This story is a continuation of an earlier one I wrote, see here:


The Story was inspired by the following prompts:


The room was quintessential of its type, grey and grim with large wooden tables and benches along its length.

On the wall of the orphanage refectory were written the tenets of the house.

No Shouting, No stealing, No running, No fighting. The list of No’s went on for a while,

Johnny wondered when they would add ‘No breathing’ to the list.

Of course, there was one Rubric above all others. The golden rule. Always obey the Nuns.

Violation of this rule would lead to the ultimate punishment, being sent to Father O’Shaughnessy for whipping. The whipping itself was not the worst part, it was the look in the Father’s eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a hungry wolf. Johnny shivered at the memory of his last visit and Father O’Shaughnessy’s clammy hands on his leg.

Johnny did all he could to keep himself and his little brother, Georgie, out of trouble. The last time, it had been Georgie who had written something blasphemous on the blackboard when Sister Mary Francis walked in and he had taken the blame to save Georgie from the Father’s attentions. Instinctively Johnny knew that Georgie would suffer far more than he ever did.

They had been abandoned at the orphanage by their Mother after their great migration to Australia. Mother had been offered a job in a large house on an estate in the countryside to the north of Sydney but Children hadn’t been part of the deal. Mother had said she would come back for them, but that had been two years ago now.

Johnny had given up hope.

All he wanted to do now was survive and make sure Georgie did too.

Survival was everything.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/September/2018

A multiple word prompts story – A Moment In Paradise

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

Today’s things are: orange grove, bee, Jack Frost


A Moment In Paradise

“What could be a lovelier setting than a beautiful orange grove?” That’s what my Mother said to me the day we arrived in Downham Springs.

It was her way of consoling me. I was only Nine years old and I still missed England. My brother was only Five and seemed to have coped much better with the journey than I had. Two months on board a boat had not been very pleasant. We were crammed in with lots of other families that had taken the ten pound package. The weather as we sailed round the horn of Africa had been terrible. The crew kept reassuring us that it was perfectly normal but my stomach was having none of it. I realised that Boats and my stomach were just not compatible. The best thing about the journey was all the food that was available. When we’d left England, rationing was still in full swing. My mother thought it was so funny when my Brother and I were introduced to bananas for the first time. She just stood there laughing as we tried to bite through the skin. Then she showed us how to peel them. She said she used to love them before the war. It wasn’t just bananas but also juicy oranges, melons and pineapples. Actually, if it hadn’t been for the rough sea and my poor sea legs it wouldn’t have been a bad journey after all.

I will never forget the day we sailed into Sydney harbour. It was like sailing into paradise.

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