50 Word Thursday # 58 – True Release


“To be at liberty and out in the London streets was like being out of prison.” – Mrs Budley Falls From Grace – MC Beaton


He couldn’t help thinking that to be at liberty and out in the London streets was like being out of prison. Some people needed to be in nature and have trees around them, but he enjoyed the buzz of the busy streets. Nature was insipid, it lacked substance, the air in the park, skimpy and plain. This air, in the city, had character, something you could sink your teeth into.

In an offhand and blithe manner, he stepped off the curb failing to see the advance of a London Cab coming towards him.

Now he truly was free from prison.


[100 Words]


This story was written for the 50 word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link below to read her post and take part in the challenge:



I have also included the following word prompts:



FOWC with Fandango — Advance




Carry on with the Farce – A bit of silliness.

This poem (in the loosest possible terms) was written in response to the Genre Challenge:


Today’s Genre is FARCE

I have employed a very strange rhyming pattern, this was to create a sense of chaos that is a key element of farce.



The dinner party guests appeared quite a mismatched crew,

There was Lord and Lady Haw-Haw seated next to Cardinal Richelieu

and a Vampire-queen,

like you’ve never seen

her dress revealing more than you’d care to view.

This was turning out to be

a night filled with possibility.


A man dressed up as a thief grinned in an impish fashion

and a Spanish matador flashed his cape with daring passion.

And then sweet Snow White

Had an awful fright

When the dinner gong rang suddenly, turning rather ashen.

This may well and truly be

The weirdest night you’ll ever see.


As they shuffled into the dining room behind the towering waiter,

The incongruous group began to talk about what would be coming later.

And then the French maid,

Pulled out a long blade,

That she’d found inside a stuffed alligator.

Crying “Liberty, Egalite”

And then she added “Fraternity”.


Then she started chasing all the guests, redolent of a farce,

Around the table, they all ran, though hiding places were rather sparse

The matador stuck out his hand

Grabbing the Maids small foot and,

She tripped and landed hard on her arse.

Then at the side,

The director cried,

“Cut! Print! Release” because you see,

It was all just a ‘carry-on’ movie.


You may or may not be aware of the ‘Carry-on’ films that were made in the late fifties and into the sixties and early seventies in the UK. They are pretty much the epitome of farce. 



This ‘poem’ contains the following prompt words:


FOWC with Fandango — Release




100 Word Story – Friday Fictioneers – The Peace that water gives.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

I always had a fear of water and of drowning.

Life has changed that.

I gazed at that crystal blue mountain stream and listened to the melody as the water gushed over the rocks to collect in the shallow pool below.

The sound soothed that inner torment. I felt a sense of peace.

Life had overwhelmed me; made me realise that fear of drowning, fear of death was nothing compared to my fear of living.

I plunged head first into the freezing water.

Was it possible to drown in shallow water?

It is when you refuse to struggle any more.

[100 Words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/November/2018

This was written for Friday Fictioneers Challenge, see the link:

I have also included two word prompts: