A Story in 150 words – The Dressmaker

Dressmaking was a family tradition and her grandmother had taught her all she knew, but rarely had she got the time to make something for herself.

She’d made her daughter’s wedding dress and then lots of things for her own granddaughters but it had been twenty years since she’d made something for herself.

She carefully took her measurements across the bust, waist, and hips then stared down at the numbers perplexed. How could she have changed so much!

Once she began, the familiar process happened quickly and before she knew it, the green silk gown had formed on the mannikin. It was quite plain, she didn’t want to outshine her own granddaughter at her wedding, after all. Then she added just one ribbon around the neckline to zhuzh it up a bit.

On the day, as she watched her granddaughter, she was so proud of the family she had made.  

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This story was written in response to the following word prompts:


A Story in 150 words – The Last Bottle

In the early morning sun, she walked along the beach alone. The only people around were anchored off the coast in their fancy yachts that she gazed at with covetous eyes. The waves lapped gently on the creamy white sand and the smell of the salty air combined with the sound washed away all her troublesome thoughts. Then she saw something bobbing about at the water’s edge. It was a bottle, tightly sealed, with a rolled-up scroll of paper within. The note read “Help us, please. Pirates have seized our yacht, The Maria Nova. We are being held captive. Call the police”. As she pulled out her phone and called the police, grateful that she had a good signal, despite the loneliness of the beach, she realised that whilst she had envied those yacht owners, wealth sometimes brought other problems and the covetousness of Pirates put hers into stark contrast.

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This story was written in response to the following word prompts:

A story in 150 words – Cabbages and Memories

I haven’t written anything new in quite a while but decided today was the day to flex those writing muscles again just to see if I still could..

This short story was written in response to the following writing prompts Memento, Float, Gambler, and Cabbages.

She came across it quite by accident, a memento of a different time, a time of youth. When you are young time seems to float by gently but as you get older, as events take over, time rushes past so fast reality becomes a dream until you wake up and everything you ever cherished has gone.

The faded photograph was a picture of that time when she’d lived in grandeur and had servants to wait upon her. There she stood on her family’s front porch, dressed in white lace for her wedding day, her husband beside her looking young and vital with that roguish grin. How she had loved him, but he’d been a gambler and now she was reduced to her current state. When once she had eaten steak and caviar, now she had nothing but cabbages to look forward to. Cabbages and memories were all that were left.

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I hope you enjoyed this story, my first in a long while 🙂

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Body In Victorian London.

His body lay in the gutter. He could feel the hard cobblestones, but the discomfort they caused was nothing next to the pain of the wound in his side. Stabbed by a Knife. It was Ironic he should end this way, bleeding to death in the street. The rain washed the blood away and with it, his life ebbed.

He took one last look at the London street, lit by the gas lamps that produced a flickering uneven light.

It was the last thing he saw. His London.

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A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.

man posing on sea shore during daytime
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I wrote this poem and shared it back in February 2019. It was a different world back then, but I wanted to share it again with you and I hope it makes you laugh.

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Terrible Poetry Contest – A Cento Animico.

Chelsea Owens, on her blog, has thrown down the gauntlet in her latest Terrible Poetry contest. Click on the link below to see the post, why not have a go?

A cento is a poem made up of fragments of other poems.


I thought I would try my hand at it, but it is a lot more difficult than it may at first appear. Here is my attempt:

The Owl and the Pussycat went to see,

the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),

Like Love, unkindly passing by.

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

A host of golden daffodils, they dance.

The reprieve papers are not signed, behind.

It was a poignant portrayal of the effects.

A collage of fragments of poetical objects.

I have included fragments from the following poems:

The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear,

The Blind Man And The Elephant by John Godfrey Saxe

The Way It Is, by William Stafford

I wandered lonely as a cloud, by William Wordsworth

Reprieve, by Alison Prince

I have also included the following word prompts:

Song Lyrics Sunday – Don’t let the Sun Catch you…

Last week I didn’t take part in Jim’s fantastic challenge, I took part the week before when the theme was songs featured in films that made the charts

Click on the link below to see my post:

This week the theme is songs that feature lyrics with the contractions of Can’t, Don’t, Shouldn’t, Won’t. 

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

I had a good think about the theme this week, and like others was torn with angst about trying to choose something less obvious. In keeping with my usual taste in music, which is towards those golden oldies of the past, I have chosen a song that encapsulates the theme, and also it’s a song that may not be that well known but is beautifully poignant. A song made famous by Gerry and the Pacemakers in the 1960s in the UK with the apt title “Don’t Let the Sun Catch you Crying”, and the soulful melody and lyrics often mean you’re in danger of doing that very thing. It’s a definite tear-jerker. You’ll catch the thread of the story the lyrics convey, it’s basically that rubbish things happen, have a good cry but don’t cry for too long, pick yourself up and then keep on living. It’s a good message but not one we are always in a good place to hear.


Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’
The night’s the time for all your tears
Your heart may be broken tonight
But tomorrow in the morning light
Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’

The night-time shadows disappear
And with them go all your tears
For the morning will bring joy
For every girl and boy
So don’t let the sun catch you cryin’

We know that cryin’s not a bad thing
But stop your cryin’ when the birds sing

It may be hard to discover
That you’ve been left for another
But don’t forget that love’s a game
And it can always come again
Oh don’t let the sun catch you cryin’
Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’, oh no
Oh, oh, oh

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Fred Marsden / Gerry Marsden / Les Chadwick / Patrick Maguire

The Song was written by the members of the band in 1964 and originally released in February by another artist but it failed to chair, then in April 1964 the Band released it themselves and it went to number 6 in the UK charts.

Gerry and the Pacemakers performed the song on their first US television show, The Ed Sullivan Show on 3 May 1964. The group’s earlier UK hit singles – “How Do You Do It?“, “I Like It“, “You’ll Never Walk Alone” and “I’m the One” – were then reissued in the US to follow up its success, but “Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying” remained their biggest hit in the United States

I hope you enjoy hearing this song again 🙂

I have included these word prompts:

Fearfully Forgetful.

People often say I’m forgetful,

I suppose that must be true

I find I’m frequently regretful

Of all the things I’ve failed to do.

When I said I’d visit someone

Only then I don’t appear

Its certainly not much fun

to let friends down, I fear.

There goes forgetful Freddie!

I hear that quite a lot

I’d tell you who’s made me so unsteady

But Frankly, I just Forgot!

Written by Kristian Fogarty 08 February 2022

The Last To See Him – The Murder Mystery Continues

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, this is the next instalment.

If you want to read this story from the beginning click on this link:


The Last To See Him

It was quite early in the morning when the telephone rang. Alice had only just brought in the breakfast tray consisting of a soft-boiled egg, toast, some marmalade and the compulsory cup of strong tea.

Placing the tray down on the bed next to Lady Patterson, Alice went and answered the phone.

It wasn’t every day that Audrey Patterson took breakfast in bed. In fact, she would usually have been up, washed and dressed by now, but she had slept badly and her head was being rather a pain. Her mind kept going over and over the events that had taken place. The murders of her friend, Claudia Halifax and her Maid, Elsie, had affected her badly. She had sworn to catch their killers, or it may well be that the killer of Claudia and of Elsie were one and the same.

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Gone Viral – A poem for our times.

I’ve decided to repost this poem that I wrote back when COVID first appeared. I’m pleased to say that the signs are the COVID threat is passing but it hasn’t gone away.

Today’s Word of the Day is Bizarre.

Life is quite strange at the moment

It’s bizarre, it’s weird and completely surreal

Like an old-time disaster movie

Waiting for the villain to finally reveal

His twisted scheme for world domination.

And so, Covid-19 has been released

Threatening mankind and all of creation

An obituary for the deceased.

If we heed the advice we’ve been given

And stay at home for our own survival

We may yet find we’ll come through fine

It may bring about humankind’s revival.

No more selfishly thinking of ourselves

No more being, by crowds, pushed and shoved.

By staying indoors and being dependent

We find out that we are truly loved.

We may feel at times, scared and delicate,

Adrift in a sea of doubts and cares.

But we are all in this boat together

And togetherness can beat despairs.

So, I bring you this one and final thought,

That turns this whole disaster on its head

There is always a silver lining of a sort,

So, think about this positively instead.

It’s strange that a deadly virus, although

it’s keeping us all apart, however,

Also appears to be the very thing

that has brought us all much closer together.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24 March 2020

This poem was written in the hope of spreading some positivity in these desperate times.

I have included the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Dependent