Saturday Song Lyrics – Rivers

The Word of the Day is River

and so I instantly thought of these songs,


  1. Billy Joel – The River of Dreams


2. Christie – Yellow River


and finally, a little something from me. A version of the classic song Moon River, sung by me. 🙂


Life’s Restless River – A thoughtful poem.


Sometimes Life is rather like
Clutching a splinter of wood
To stop yourself drowning
In a river of your own
The Iron shoes of regrets
Pulling you down,
While you remain ever hopeful
Your meagre splinter,
Will carry you onwards,
To your dreams.

The journey is instrumental
To appreciate the final destination.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 12/January/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Instrumental


Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Spark of Creativity.

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

river, sunset, safe

He sat at his desk and just stared into space as outside, a glorious sunset turned the sky pink and the walls for the room changed through a panoply of orange hues. The clock on the wall ticked a full hour before suddenly a spark of consciousness began to ignite in his previously blank eyes. He picked up the fountain pen, dipped it into the ink and wrote in an erratic, spiky fashion. An idea had come to him, a river of thought had sprung from some place within his empty mind. The scratchy sound of the pen would have been like nails on a blackboard to anyone’s ears if there had been anyone around to hear it. The place was deserted. The door was locked to keep him safe.

He finished and threw down his pen in triumph. A broad grin erupted on his face and the look in his clear blue eyes changed again from amusement to madness.

On the piece of paper was written the words, “Let there be light” and somewhere in the universe, a new world began.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 3rd January 2019

Pride goes before a Fall – A short story.


Today’s things are: canyon, river, hot

The Word of the Day Challenge: Lissom/Lissome

Pride Goes Before a Fall

I had met a guy at my local bar. The special one, just for our kind of people. If you catch my drift. 

He was young, lean and handsome and when he sat next to me at the bar and asked my name, I nearly fell off the stool. 

“Hi, I’m Mike” I said, “What’s your name?”

“It’s Leroy. I’m new in town, my folks have just moved here from Connecticut. I heard that this is the only place for us in this town. You must get bored with seeing the same people all the time.” 

“It’s not so bad. We’re a friendly bunch” and I gave him my best smile. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’ll have a Pina Colada thanks Mike.” 

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