Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – Gift of your Heart.

This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday’s 3-way challenge.

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You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:


The Word: Heart


When my life was in a shambles

and I was totally in a mess

You’d put your arm around me

and take away my distress, 


You’d dried each jewel-like tear

with a tender, loving kiss

but greatest of all, my dear, 

it’s your laughter that I miss.


You gave your heart to me,

so peaceful, calm, at rest, 

But how I wish that it could be,

still beating hard within your chest.


Now you’ve gone, and I’m alone.

You promised we’d never part.

But your love for me has shown,

I will always have your heart. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/November/2018




My Jaded Heart – A sad poem.

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My diary tells the story,

The pages wet with tears,

Of the many lonely hours,

And all the wasted years.


Once I wrote of youthful hopes,

Now my face is old and jaded,

My outer shell reflects my soul,

Where all my dreams have sadly faded.


Happiness was not predicted,

Not an aspect of my astral chart

Of love pains, I’ve never been afflicted,

But beats softly, my jaded heart.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty – 05/November/2019


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FOWC with Fandango — Diary




Tinselheart- A Christmas themed poem.

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I’ve wrapped my heart in tinsel,

after all, it’s Christmas time,

I hoped it would help me feel more jolly,

happy, joyful and sublime.

But instead, I’m cold and empty,

I’m not filled with Christmas cheer,

And though my heart is wrapped in tinsel,

no-one wants my love this year.


Copyright@ Kristian Fogarty 22 December 2019




Empty Gestures – A multiple word prompt poem.

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Empty Gestures

You gave me this new bracelet, but an empty gesture, this is,

When all I really wanted was your loving hugs and kisses,

You bought me some lovely things, a car, a diamond ring,

But when you are miles away from me, they don’t actually mean a thing.

I’m not being contentious, I’m not trying to agitate,

Next to your company, these objects are just inadequate.

I never asked for diamonds, or that pink Cadillac too,

It wasn’t things like that I loved so much, it was only you.

Yet here I sit in my new car, a bracelet around my wrist,

The diamond ring, the clothes, everything, just make a sorry list,

Of items that just show one thing, the empty gestures that you send,

When all I want is your time, your love, why can’t you comprehend?

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/August/2019


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Manic Mondays – Imperfect World


You carved our name into the wood,

our initials are still where they once stood,

but where are you? Where did you Go?

Life gave hope, then death took a blow.


I have searched in a hopeless quest, 

to capture again, what was once the best.

I take umbrage from those careless words

Tis better to have loved and lost? Totally absurd.


Whatever intricate patterns

by Fate and her associate slatterns,

my future destiny has unfurled,

This will remain an Imperfect world.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/January/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Umbrage



30 Day Song Challenge – Day 10

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Day 10 – A Song that Makes you Sad.

OK here is a confession. There is a famous Christmas song that I really can’t listen to. It makes me cry EVERY TIME. It also makes me feel very sad and depressed. For that reason, you will understand that it isn’t on my Happy List or on my list of favourite Christmas songs. 

So which song is it? 

This one.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas – Judy Garland.

I’m off to have a little cry now.

See you later.

The Quirky Mother’s Tale – A sequel

Word Prompt: Anticipation


Yesterday I wrote a light-hearted story called ‘An Unconventional Upbringing’. It was the story of a young child brought up in a strange atmosphere of camaraderie but without convention.

See here to read it:

Well the Britchy One wanted some more. You know you can’t say no to the Britchy one, right?

So, I thought I would write the story of the quirky mum. Where there’s light, there’s dark, so prepare yourself for the dark. Without further anticipation, here is the tale.

FOWC with Fandango — Almost



Sandal, Sea Horse, Polar Ice Caps.


The Quirky Mother’s Tale 

I’ve been called many things in my time. A slut, a harlot, a drunk and the most painful of all, an unfit mother. Well let me tell you how it feels to be me, shall I?

I was born into a strict household. My mother gave birth to me but never really loved me. She was just having me because she was carrying out her wifely duties and her husband, my father, took his rights very seriously. Every night. I don’t remember my Father very clearly but he never laughed or smiled. Neither did my Mother. It was a cold, uncaring atmosphere to grow up in. When my Father died, my Mother had very little money but she married a cousin just to keep a roof over our heads. Now I remember my Stepfather all too clearly. I only wish I could forget. My favourite drink of bourbon can only blot him out briefly. I was only fourteen when it started. My Mother was no longer so keen to perform her wifely duties and she was looking rather haggard after all the years of physical abuse my Father had put her through. So, my Stepfather started to sneak into my room at night. At first, he was gentle and he just touched me. He would make me touch him too. No, please excuse me, I won’t go into any of the gruesome details. It isn’t fit for decent ears.

Continue reading The Quirky Mother’s Tale – A sequel

Daily Post – You should feel Guilty

I was Flabbergasted when I heard about the demise of the Daily Post, and the Daily Word Prompt. It was an excellent way of stimulating those creative juices and reaching out to a wider community of bloggers, thus attaining more followers.

I think you should definitely feel guilty.

Please see my post below.


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The Demise of the Daily Post Word Prompt

I find it so incredibly sad that the Daily Press is closing its doors. I will miss the Community pool and the First Friday thingy they did. Most of all though I will be absolutely bereft that they will no longer be doing the Word Prompt of the DAY!!!!!

I can’t let this demise happen, I rely so heavily on the word prompt for Inspiration and also for distribution….

I have access to a Random Word Generator, so What I plan to do is a couple of times a week post my own word prompt. 

What do you think? Is this something you would be interested in taking part in? 

If you want to take part, please let me know, and then reblog so it gets round to as many people as possible. 

All the best



Just Too Thin – A sad tale.

All through school they’d taunted her. They called her names because she wasn’t thin like the popular girls.

It had hurt her terribly at the time. She came home crying. She’d even started harming herself. They had made her loathe her appearance. Every bump and curve. 

Her mother had supported her through those difficult years and then she had met the love of her life. In his eyes, she wasn’t overweight, she was the perfect size. It was everyone else who was too thin

He taught her to love herself. It was ironic that once she began to appreciate herself, she lost weight. She’d never be skinny, but she became more toned as she no longer felt the need to seek comfort from her eating. She felt loved and felt good about herself. 

Her wedding day remained one of the happiest of her life. She felt great and looked great and she was surrounded by people who loved her. 

Not long after her honeymoon she was just starting a night-shift at the hospital when she came face to face with a demon from her past. 

She had been assigned to the ward for severe eating disorders. On the rounds she saw one of those girls who had tormented her back at school, Lucinda Jessop. She had been one of the ring leaders. She had been tall and slim with beautiful long flowing hair, she had wanted to be a ballerina. Lucinda lay there, the same eyes, but sunken into a face that looked like all the flesh had been boiled away. It was amazing how much a person could change in ten years and yet she still recognised her. 

Lucinda recognised her too, as she entered the room and lifted her wrist to take her pulse, the patient looked up at her.

“I know you don’t I?” She said in a quiet breathy voice. “You’re Brenda Weston aren’t you?”

“Yes, Brenda Kaufman now. Please just rest, I am taking your pulse.”

“I envied you, you know. I was so flat chested and you had large breasts. I wanted to be like you. You also had a loving family. Mine didn’t give a damn about me. I wanted so hard to please them. They never loved me.”

Her pulse was rapid and getting faster. She called for the Doctor.

Doctor Phillips came in and took over treating the woman.

In the early hours of the morning, in the rest area, she saw Doctor Phillips again and walked over to her.

“Doctor, how’s the patient? I need to declare I was at school with her. Perhaps I should be reassigned to a different ward.”

Doctor Phillips pushed her hand through her short brown hair and took a deep breath before speaking. 

“There’s no need to do that Nurse. You knew her did you? Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but she died just a couple of hours ago. We have been treating her for several weeks now, trying to get nutrients back into her body. The damage had already been done to her organs, I’m afraid. You know, in all this time, no one’s been in to visit her. It’s very sad. She was just too thin.”


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/May/2018


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