50 Word Thursday # 109 – Without an Apple.

and here are the words:
‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
– Paulo Coelho – The Valkyries

I’d decided to make the most of my freedom. I’d no lectures today, no tutorials or dreary sessions in the library reading about Einstein’s theory of relativity. This was my first real day of freedom since lockdown had ended and that deadly virus, so persistent, had finally rescinded to controllable levels.

It had left it scars. I still avoided crowds where possible and I don’t think any of us would ever feel the same again.

Today I went to Greenwich to bask in the history or my scientific forebears. I’d wandered around the observatory where scientists of old had gazed through their telescope and seen the glories of a distant planet.

Then I sat and had a picnic on the green.

I gazed in dreamy contemplation across at the building in the distance topped by a triangle, really a pyramid and although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.

It seemed as though those scientists who had walked this ground were passing on their knowledge and mixed with my own studies of theoretical physics I suddenly had a ‘Eureka’ moment and, without an apple like Newton, I had worked out how to travel through time!.

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This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge posted last week. Today is the last opportunity to take part.


I have also included the following word prompts:



Multiple Word Prompt Story – Striving for Peace

This story was written a while ago but I thought it should get another airing.

It was inspired by the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Striving; Duck



FOWC with Fandango — Compound


Striving for Peace

“you’re trying to duck the issue, what can that stuff actually do?”

“Look It’s just a simple compound. It can’t do anything.”

She held up a sealed phial of liquid between her blue latex gloved fingers. The look on her lovely face was calm and composed but there was a light of something in her eyes. A certain fervour, determination and a detachment from reality. It was a scary combination.

The committee for the regulation of dangerous substances was in full session. The committee consisted of some of the brightest minds in science and a few politicians who were the ones who sounded like they knew the most.

The Minister for public health asked his question again.

“We know you have been working on this for some time. What is your purpose? What do you hope to achieve?”

“I hope to achieve peace” she replied in her soft, light voice.

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Twittering Tales – Out of Space

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I was gazing at the stars when, like something out of the Twilight Zone, a UFO flashed towards me across the sky. A light beam picked me up as if I weighed less than a pebble and I was on the spaceship looking down at Earth.

“You’re our Slave now,” said a voice from the dark.


This tale was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #150 – 20 August 2019


I have also included the following word prompts:





Multiple Word Prompt Short Story – The Price of War.

The intergalactic war raged on. Society was crumbling and desperate times lead to desperate measures.

On one ancient and obscure planet, it’s Supreme Council gathered to discuss ways of ending the war.

They voted to use the doomsday device.

Consisting of every nuclear weapon available, they launched the missiles at the adjacent galaxy, aiming at its central sun.

The impact triggered an enormous supernova that destroyed every planet in their enemy’s galaxy. In this one act, they had brought peace but at a terrible cost.

The Victors were unaware of the danger as the heat from the expanding supernova engulfed them, like a burning effigy to their foolishness. That ancient planet called Earth was destroyed.

Only moments later, the sound of that explosion reached them, but there was no one left to hear it.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/November/2018




FOWC with Fandango — Danger

Twittering Tales #106 – The Tomb of our Ancestors – A Tale in less than 280 Characters.

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Perfect features and permanent grins gazed at him blankly as he shone his torch into the sealed room.

It had been closed for a hundred years, since the last time artificial intelligent beings had tried to take control.

This time we’d learned from our mistakes. The humans had not.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s weekly challenge see link below:

Twittering Tales #106 – 16 October 2018



Mission: Contact – A short sci-fi story.


I don’t usually do a lot of Picture prompts, except for Deb Whittam’s Thursday ones, which I have become addicted to: See Link Below:


But I thought I would have a go of The Haunted Wordsmiths Picture Challenge:


I am already a fan of her Three Things Challenges.

I must also plug the fact that I am in a Collaboration with three others on the Word of the Day blog which provides a word prompt every day:


So without more ado, here is my attempt of this picture challenge.

Mission: Contact

As my plane flew over my home city, it was covered in an eerie fog which made flying tricky. 

I hadn’t long got my pilot’s license and although I did do a few flights in bad weather, I wasn’t that experienced. 

The city looked beautiful from up here. The building all lit up and the fog providing an extra sense of mystery and interest that made the scene quite enchanting.

Just then, my instruments started going haywire. I was making a straight course for the airfield but my instruments were all over the place, saying I was upside down, veering too far left, heading the wrong way. I tried to signal to ground control to inform them of my difficulties, but the line was dead. 

I took a deep breath and kept my hands steady and my eyes straight ahead. 

My lights went out and the screen went black. 

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Three Things Challenge, 06 June 2018 – In the Future

This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:


Here are the three words for 06 June 2018: dog, hairball, science fiction

In the Future

I awoke from my frozen slumber, my body was still numb, my eyes blind and my ears deaf. The only reason I knew I was alive was that I could think. In those dark moments, I tried to recall what had happened. I don’t remember much about the freezing process. They had told me I had an incurable illness and there was nothing that science at that time could do for me other than preserve my body. The field of Cryogenics and cryonics was still rather new back then and often people had to pay through the nose for the privilege of having their bodies frozen, but they wanted to try out a brand new chemical freezing procedure and wanted a human guinea pig to try it out on. I could see no point in living. I had no dependents and no descendents, at least none that I was still talking to and had now been diagnosed with a painful and degenerative disease, there really wasn’t much point in hanging on. I volunteered to take part in their experiment. It was only now that my senses were gradually coming back to me, that I realised it had been a success. The next sense that returned was my hearing. I could hear a rushing sound as my ears cleared and then the whirring of some machinery and the sound of my heart beating. I also heard the sound of breathing, whether my own or someone else’s was unclear. I began to feel the hardness of the surface I was lying on and the rough material against my skin. I moved my arm, my hand dropped down beside me and then I heard a voice, it was deep and gravelly.

“Ahhh, You are waking up now. There, there, don’t worry about anything. You’re safe. I am looking after you. I have been able to decipher the data file preserved with you. I can see you had some advanced cancerous cells in your lymphatic system but I have had them removed. I gather your primitive society couldn’t deal effectively with those, but we can quite easily. Can you lift up you legs yet? Please try for me.”

I tried to lift my legs but they were still numb but gradually sensation was coming back to my body. My toes were tingling. My sense of smell returned suddenly and I was aware of an unpleasant animal smell coming from somewhere nearby. It smelled like my local vets waiting room on a hot day! I must have tensed because the gravelly voice once again told me to relax.

“You are doing very well now. Soon you should be able to move and you will begin to see, then, finally your speech will return. That always seems to be the last thing to come back, at least in the other specimen that I have dealt with. This was the only cryonics process that actually worked, you were very lucky my friend. You know, until we found this cryonics laboratory, your species had all died out. It has been really fascinating to study your species in more detail.”

I began to panic, what was this thing that was standing over me, I could feel it’s breath now. I pictured one of those aliens I had seen in the movies, with big slobbering teeth, that laid eggs in people’s bodies. 

“Please rest, you humans are so excitable aren’t you? Everything is going to be OK. We wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ll look after you, until someone comes who will give you a nice home. There, there.”

My eyes opened and I began to focus. I saw something with big slobbering teeth bending over me. It was also covered in fur and had a big wet nose and large brown eyes. It was a dog! A dog was standing over me. 

“You’re a Dog!” I shouted, realising at the same time that my speech had returned.

“Now, we don’t like that term, no not at all. We are Canines not Dogs. That was a derogatory term used for our ancient ancestors before we evolved. You can just call me Doctor Sam. I hope you behave yourself when you’re staying with me, because I don’t like badly behaved animals, humans least of all. You were such an aggressive and disagreeable species. That was mainly due to your hormones, however. I’ve dealt with that now.”

It was then I realised that I was missing something in the groin area! They had neutered me. 

Doctor Sam suddenly began coughing and hacking then threw up a hairball onto the floor. Another dog came over and swept it up with a dustpan and brush.

“OK. You should be getting your feeling back in your legs now. You’ll have to wear this.”

I felt something being put around my neck and saw a long metal chain dangling from it and held up by the hairy hand of Doctor Sam.

“Right now, there’s a good boy.” He said to me. “Walkies.”

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/06/2018