Callously Ended – An unkind poem.

This is an unkind poem inspired by the prompt words:

Word of the Day: Dalliance

Three things Challenge: Puffer Fish, Soul, Staring

This is not a reflection of my character and I hope no one ever says anything this unkind to you. 


So you thought this was love?

Good heavens above!

But I never said it was so.

It was just a dalliance

a one-off alliance

now it’s time for you to go.

OK, so I’m cold

and callous, unfeeling

Maybe I just have no Soul

I never promised you more,

you’re being a bore,

I never wanted that role. 

You got it all wrong, 

You need to be strong

You really need to let go.

Stop staring at me

now you’ve paid your fee

make like a puffer fish and blow. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/June/2018





My Fantasy Story – Part 10

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. This is a shorter excerpt today. I will post the next part over the weekend. 

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:


Part Ten

It was with great anticipation that Lara and her party arrived at the walled City of Savarias. The huge walls of grey limestone towered above them as their coach approached the gates. It was an hour after nightfall and so the gates were firmly shut. 

A small door in the left gate opened and a contingent of guards marched towards them carrying pikes with pennants flying in the yellow and black colours of the City. The flag of Savarias flew on the walls above them, a rearing black stallion on a golden-yellow background. 

“Halt, who goes there?” came the time-honoured question.

“The Ladies, Lara Boadrah and Bethra Cobannryc with their companions travelling from Argor City to Albana. They seek entry into this City to find shelter” Replied Piotr in his clear baritone. 

“Please alight from your coach and show yourselves” Came the sceptical response.

Everyone descended from the coach to the cold stone cobbles and lined up along the road. As Augustus stepped down from the coach, there was a ripple of disturbance among the guards and the sergeant cried out “A Mage, Quick.”

The pikemen then lowered their pikes so that their little group were surrounded by a ring of gleaming steel.

Lara indignantly and bravely asked “What is the meaning of this? I am Governor Boadrah’s daughter.”

The Sergeant replied, impudently “Your father has no jurisdiction here and in flagrant disregard for our customs you were travelling with a Mage! You will come with us.”

Piotr Drake was dragged off the coach and pushed into their circle. A guardsman took his place and grabbed the reins.

“March!” The sergeant gave the order and they all moved towards the now opened city gates as they were escorted into the City of Savarias.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/June/2018



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

Multiple word prompt story – An Unconventional Upbringing

June 19 Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Child of Summer


mouse, sheet music, comedy



I was born into a rather unconventional household. My mother was a particularly quirky lady. Growing up she used to call me her ‘Child of Summer’ which was always a puzzle to me because we lived in the northern hemisphere and I was born in April. April is very much spring, not summer. 

Continue reading Multiple word prompt story – An Unconventional Upbringing

The Ultimate Hoax – A short tale



Tooth Fairy

Birthday Cake



The Ultimate Hoax

Jimmy Parker loved to play jokes on people. He was widely renown for his pranks.

Even growing up he was always the same.

When his little sister had lost one of her baby teeth he couldn’t resist a practical joke.

Their Mum had said “Put your tooth under your pillow tonight and if you’re good the tooth fairy will come and leave you some money for it”.

Well Jimmy waited until after he heard his Mum sneak into his sister’s room and then go back to bed then he quietly crept into Josie’s room too.

Sneaking his hand under the pillow he removed the coins that his Mum had left her and replaced it with a note he had written.

It said. “I am the Fairy Pirate and I have captured your Tooth Fairy and am holding her for ransom. If you ever want to see her alive again,  you must leave the key to your money-box under your pillow or else she’ll die.”

The next morning, his sister’s cries could be heard three blocks away.

Continue reading The Ultimate Hoax – A short tale

Cloud Gazing


Clouds are so ephemeral and intangible and yet they are so important.

A sky without clouds just looks so naked and bare.

The clouds bring the promise of a change in the weather. They bring the much needed rain to areas that need it so desperately you could say they bring life to dying lands.

I remember as a young lad, idling away precious hours just laying on my back on a grassy lawn and looking up at white clouds as they drifted across the sky. They made shapes in the sky and it was fun to imagine the animals, people and countries that these shapes resembled as they split and broke up into smaller parts. A moiety of the cloud, a smaller, lesser fragment would drift and form something else or eventually just evaporate into nothingness.

I don’t have time for those simple moments of idleness. Time gets shorter the older you get and somehow life is too precious now to just lay and look at formless clouds.

A moment of cloud gazing is a precious moment indeed.


You’ll be fine tomorrow

The windows of you mind

show the sadness and the sorrow

but don’t cry, because tomorrow

you’ll be fine.

It’s all in your mind.


Dry those tears that you cry,

this is not the time for worry, 

that gets you  nowhere in a hurry.

Just dry,

Those tears you cry.


The sunshine my have gone

but it returns before too long

just keep smiling through the pain

and you’ll find you’ll live again.

Just be Strong.

Tomorrow will come along.


Your eyes betray your thoughts,

the raw emotions felt inside.

You feel there’s nowhere safe to hide

That’s not true.

You will cope and muddle through.


Just keep trying, that’s the key.

The future isn’t something bad.

Keep on going, you’ll be glad 

that you did.

Tomorrow’s worth it you will see.


Though you fight and fear you’ll lose,

the winnings worth the wait.

If you give in, then you choose

to be the victim of your fate.

People who succeed in life, 

have but one thing the same

they kept going through the strife,

though they failed and failed again.

Please take heed of my advice

and you’ll be in a happy mood

you’ll be knocked down once or twice

but after bad times will come good.

Those who quit will live in sorry,

but there is always tomorrow.

You’ll be fine.

It’s all in your mind.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty