A Touch of Writer’s Block – A poem





I feel I’ve hit a solid wall,

the inspiration will not come

The more I sit here and stall,

the greater I become more numb.


I need to stop and drink,

copious amounts of tea,

then immerse myself and think,

about where I want to be.


Have I lost my creativity,

To instigate and plot a story?

Or will I regain my proclivity,

to Imagine and end this purgatory?


This writers block has been extreme.

I pray this is just an awful dream.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/January/2019




FOWC with Fandango — Copious


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Game On – Kira’s Sunday Scribbles


All the players were now in place.

The Lord of Misrule rubbed his hands together in glee.

Finally, after all his machinations and intricate plotting, it was time to begin.

“Let there be darkness” he proclaimed.

The game began.


This was written for the Kira’s Sunday Scribbles picture challenge: