Finish the Story – The House on the Lake

This story is part of the Finish the Story Challenge that Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith hosts. I was tagged by the lovely Sadje of Keep it Alive,

Finish The Story Challenge 2019#7

The House on the Lake 

Part One from The Haunted Wordsmith –

A house sat perched precariously on the edge of Clearwater Lake. It was a house that should not have stood, yet stand it did. It had been there for centuries and locals swore the same couple lived there the whole time. Locals never knew how right they were until the day the rains started.

“It’s just a little rain,” Susan said, watching the couple pile water and canned fruit into their shopping cart.

The couple looked at the checker and smiled politely. “The rain will not stop,” they said, “we’ve seen this before.”

No sooner had the couple left, Susan but dropped her smirk as locals poured into the shop chaotically looking for food. The once spring storm skies has turned …

To be continued………

Part Two – Sadje – Keep It Alive. 

……..dark grey, the rain increasing in intensity. The deluge continued for that day and night. By next morning the people were getting very concerned and the shopping for groceries and bottled water increased to the extent that the selves were barren of most edible goods.

Some of the locals were thinking of getting in touch with the couple in the hut to get some information about these rains, because some of them had overheard their comment about the rains not stopping and that they had seen it before.

So a group of the local elders went to speak to the couple, at their house at the edge of the lake. But when they got there they were surprised to see that…….

Part Three – My Addition

the couple were missing.

As they searched the house by the lake, the rain continued to fall, splashing into the lake. The wind caused the water to spray against the glass window panes.

Two skeletons were found lying in an upstairs bedroom. The hands were clasped as if they had died holding hands. Next to the body was a leather-bound book.

One of the Elders, Mrs Marianne Penniment, picked up the book and opened it.

The writing inside was elaborate and regal, not like the writing you see now, but like something out of a bygone age, where people wrote with pen and ink rather than biros.

The last entry in the book was telling. It read

“The flood waters are getting higher and we have little food left. There is nothing that can be done now except warn those who come after.”

It was dated April 1869, exactly 150 years before.

The other Elders gathered around as Elder Marianne continued to read from the diary,

it said…….. to be continued.


So the rules of the challenge are:

1. Copy the story as you receive it.

2. Add to the story in some fashion.

3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.

4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.

5. Have Fun!


So, who shall I nominate?

How about Li, from Tao Talk?

Dream haibun

FOWC with Fandango — Regal






Kaleidoscopic Mind – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.


This poem was written for Kira’s Sunda Scribbles. If you’d like to take part in this challenge, to write something in response to the picture above, click on the link below:


Kaleidoscopic Mind.


If my head was a kaleidoscope,

My mind it would disclose,

It’s images, some dark, some light,

If you stared right up my nose.


What wonders would you likely see?

What secrets would you find?

It would show you my darkest thoughts,

The times I’d been unkind.


And those times when I’d been really good,

They’d show up as a spray

A glorious eruption of golden fireworks

A coloured light display.


You might see my Ego sitting there,

In a grand and regal pose.

Or my conscience whispering carefully,

Affecting each decision that I chose.


But alas this is not at all the case,

You cannot read my mind,

And If you should stare right up my nose,

Only bogeys you would find.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/March/2019


This poem also contains the following Word Prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Regal