50 Word Thursdays – Unexpected Hedgehogs – A Tale in 250 Words.

  • “Maybe I needed to learn to stay more alert when traveling in a foreign country” – Lisa Bullard, Turn Left at the Cow.

This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith:


I have also included Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, the Prompt words today are: Philosophy, 1999 and Hedgehog.


Unexpected Hedgehogs

As I sit here at my desk, my maps and pens and diary in front of me, I think back to the way things were.

Life was simpler then. I look back on 1999 as a halcyon time. I was at University and had dreams of becoming a Doctor of Philosophy. I had no inkling of where my life would end up. At the time, I didn’t feel things were so great. I was living a lonely existence, studying hard with no time and little money to spend on ‘fun’. I now realise that it was a golden time.

That was back before the world seemed to turn in on itself. When dictators took over and freedom was sold off cheap.

I never got that Doctorate. I was forced to this life of travelling strange lands instead. It was practically vagabondage.

I was stuck in this place while the local garage mended my tyres. They’d become so full of holes. I hadn’t expected there to be so many hedgehogs all over the road. Some leakage of chemicals into the waterways had caused their population to explode, and I was unused to the experience of driving on foreign roads and having to dodge the spiky creatures along the way. After running several over, it was clear that they had exacted their revenge by perforating my tyres.

Maybe I needed to learn to stay more alert when travelling in a foreign country. Hedgehogs were not the only creatures taking over in Europe.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/January/2019

The Diary of Life – a Very Short Story


I thought life was mapped out. 

School, then Job, Then Marriage, Then Retirement, Then Finale.

I was wrong.

Schooling never ends, There is always more to learn.

Jobs are not guaranteed and neither is marriage. Some people go through their life and never find the right job, or the right person. 

The only thing for certain is the Finale.

The rest is like a blank sketch book.

You fill it in as you go.

As best you can.

I wish you a pen with lots of ink, that never lets you down.

I wish you a page filled with the brightest colours.

A book well written.

A book that is a joy to read and to write, with lots of scribbles in the margins. Words packing every page. 

Whether a short story or a full novel, I hope it’s a best seller.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/April/2018







Remembering Beethoven

Today is the anniversary of the death of Ludwig Van Beethoven. One of the most inspirational and brilliant composers who has ever graced this earth. Who’s legacy still remains to enrich our lives and lift our hearts.

Ludwig Van Beethoven died on the 26th of March 1827 at the age of just 56. 

Although this was 191 years ago and therefore not a nice rounded number since his demise, his importance is such that this does not diminish the fact that remembering him today is worth while.

He was born on the 17th of December 1770 in Bonn, the city that at the time was the capital of the electorate of Cologne and of course this city became the capital of West Germany during the time of Germany’s unfortunate, but thankfully temporary, split.

In around 1790/91 he moved to the City of Vienna, such a bastion of musical enlightenment which includes Mozart and Haydn (among others) in its repertoire of musical notables that called Vienna home. 

Beethoven’s musical genius gave us the fantastic and inspiring 5th Symphony where the repeated notes (Duh, duh, duh, Dum) recall the knocking of opportunity, that sound that supposedly knocks for all of us at one stage of our lives and we ignore it at our peril.

He gave us the Moonlight Sonata and the piece known as Fur Elise, which are both staple diets for the practising pianists even to this day. 

He also gave us one of my absolute favourite pieces of music. His 6th Symphony, affectionately named The Pastoral Symphony.

He also left us many interesting quotes, although probably not as many as are attributed to him on social media that latch on to any name of the past to aggrandize a notable witticism. 

He said “Music is a higher revelation than philosophy”.

I think it can certainly be claimed that music and philosophy go hand in hand in inspiring our soul and lifting our spirits.

He said “Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.” 

What could be more true and appropriate?

He said “To play a wrong note is insignificant but to play without passion is inexcusable.”

This should apply just as much to life itself. We should grab the opportunity knocking and don’t stop to fear a wrong note, or mistake along the path, we should just enjoy life with a passion. No Life lead with a passion could ever be called a failure. 

Finally, on his deathbed, he apparently said “Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.”

“Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.”

Well, my friend, we have never stopped Applauding.

Bravo, Beethoven, Bravo!


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 26/March/2018