“The Unfavourable Consequences of Pan”

IMG_9966 (2)This story was written for a challenge set by A Guy Called Bloke, see the link below:

What’s My Story Then #2

The Cult of Pan had caused the police no end of trouble. It had all started when an archaeologist had rediscovered an ancient temple, buried for thousands of years beneath a hillside in Greece. They had once worshiped Pan, a mischievous god of music and nature. Pan would play his pipe and entrance all who heard his music. It was a great story, but unfortunately it had been true. They now had plenty of evidence that these innocent looking pipes would cause people to drop off to sleep. Then the player could do with them what they wanted, rob them or abuse them. The underworld crime gangs had all seen the advantage and had converted to this cult which had now spread all over the world.

Luckily, as long as people wandered the streets listening to their own music, they were safe.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/rdp-tuesday-hum-2/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/world/

 

Twittering Tales – A Fateful Phone Call.

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As she saw the phone memories flooded back. Standing frantically dialing for assistance while outside a man pulled out a knife.

Her world changed that day.

Luckily, the police came in time, the Phone Box Killer was caught and she ended up marrying the policeman that rescued her.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales:

Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/world/

 

50 Word Thursday – A Wonderful World

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I was used to travelling in the East. I had spent more of my life away from England than I had there. England held no sense of wonder for me. It was afternoon tea and Cricket, civilised and boring. I preferred to explore the far flung areas of the world.

On this particular trip, I was in Penang enjoying walking through the markets selling all manner of exotic spices. One stall selling small items carved from sandalwood was doing a roaring trade, an elderly man sat behind the display carving more objects rapidly trying to keep up with demand, such was the turnover.

That was when I first heard of the House of Wonder. I knew it for what it truly was, a trap for gullible tourists who would end up with their throats slit and their belongings sold on. I knew enough to keep away from it.

For reasons of my own, I had decided to remain in Penang for a while, I had found congenial company amongst a few of the natives and was in no hurry to move on.

I was not the only Englishman staying there. I had struck up a friendship with a fellow named Carstairs. We used to play cards, drink whisky and chat.

One day I saw Carstairs at the market talking to a fellow near the Wonder House.

I heard him ask ““Ah! The Wonder House! Can any enter?” and the man nodded.

I cried out “Wait!”.

Carstairs was never seen again.

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This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, click on the link below.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/50-word-thursday-15/

It is not too late to take part in this challenge, it finishes Wednesday and a new one will be posted on Thursday.

This story also contains the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/world/

FOWC with Fandango — Turnover

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/rdp-monday-wait/

 

 

Manic Mondays – Imperfect World

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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

 

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/14/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-imperfection/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/your-daily-word-prompt-associate-january-16-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/rdp-wednesday-quest/

FOWC with Fandango — Umbrage

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/intricate/

 

 

Our Strange World – A Poem inspired by Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/18/kiras-sunday-scribbles-17/

Our Strange World

Beneath the Sky, Above the Waves

We live in a world that’s full of change

We can’t predict how life behaves,

we must play the cards as they arrange

And steel our hearts, lest fear enslaves.

in this haphazard world, so weird, so strange.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/November/2018

Also included are the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/your-daily-word-prompt-change-november-19-2018/

When Venus Weeps – A Poem

This poem was written in response to the Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge August 28, 2018

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge August 28, 2018

Challenge: To write a poem with each first line beginning with W and not repeated.

Also written in response to The Haunted Wordsmith’s Three Things Challenge

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/28/three-things-challenge-28-august-2018/

Today’s things are: Venus, ocean, frozen

 

When Venus Weeps

Where do tender hearts go

When the bitter world is frozen?

Why are the pools of hate,

Wider than the largest Ocean?

 

Whenever dark days dawn do we,

Woefully resign ourselves to mourn?

Wait, we can make a stand and fight

Wisely instead embrace the light

 

With hope I post the invitation

Will you respond to my call?

We can make this forsaken

World a better place for all

 

We’ll make a stand for Venus

Who represents true love

Without bitterness between us,

Wilfully unite and rise above.

 

Copyright@ Kristian Fogarty 28/August/2018

 

End Game – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/god/

GOD

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/rdp-44-spoof/

SPOOF

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/your-daily-word-prompt-equanimous-july-14th-2018/

EQUANIMOUS

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/14/integrated/

INTEGRATED

FOWC with Fandango — Cursory

CURSORY

 

End Game

The world descended into chaos and more and more people refused to agree to disagree, especially when it came to different religions. They argued over which religion was the right one, they accused each other of heresy and used religious difference as an excuse to kill. All religions stated that they must love each other, treat each other with respect and never kill, only that message was ignored over and over again. Humans refused to become integrated within the natural world.

Finally, humankind imploded, destroying most of the world with it.

God looked down on the earth appalled at what had happened to his beautiful creation.

Satan looked equanimous as usual, barely taking a cursory glance. He had won his bet.

“I didn’t think you could do it. I created a perfect world and I never believed that you could ruin it and in such a short space of time. For aeons the world evolved and everything was balanced and then you go and create those things and within just a few thousand years they destroyed everything” God said giving Satan the full force of his stare.

“Well, I admit I only created them as a spoof really. I didn’t expect they’d be quite as brutal as they were. They really were the most easily corrupted beings. I am surprised I won my bet so easily. You didn’t really put up much of a fight” Satan replied.

“We agreed not to influence things directly, we had to work through people. I sent several people to guide them. I spoke to Moses and gave him ten commandments to live by. They seemed to listen at first but then slowly they began to fall by the wayside and so I decided to find out what life on earth was like for myself. I put my spirit inside a child who they called their messiah. He even managed to resist your efforts to tempt him. He gave them messages of peace and love. Over and over again I sent prophets to them with the same message of mutual respect and forgiveness. In the end the very religions that I inspired to bring peace seemed to lead to more war.”

“Yes, you worked mainly through learned and inspired individuals but for every good, kind, intelligent, peace-loving person there are ten greedy, power-hungry people who want to take over the world. My forces always outnumbered yours. You made it so easy, you thought they were created in your image, but really I created them in mine” Satan gloated.

They looked down at the chessboard between them. All the white pieces were lying on their side.

“Fancy a rematch?” Satan gave his best Mephistophelian leer.

“OK, best of three?” God replied. Suddenly, there was a big bang and the world began again.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/July/2018

Wilfull Neglect – A Poem of Oblivious Joy.

I am in my bubble

and all is right with the world

I don’t see that woman

begging with her hands out-held

 

I don’t see the children

running barefoot through the mud

or the beaten donkeys

coloured red with their own blood

 

I don’t watch the adverts

on the television screen

So I don’t see the suffering 

thousands in our world so green.

 

I refuse to watch the news

Its grim and dark despairing

I haven’t seen world leaders

with their faces so uncaring.

 

I don’t answer the door

when charities come knocking

So I am not aware of

the plight that’s oh so Shocking

of the leopards, lions,

tigers, bears and the need for water

the starving, dying millions,

someones beloved son or daughter.

 

I am happy dreaming here

All content and full of mirth

I am in my bubble

I see no problems on this Earth. 

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/May/2018

 

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via Daily Prompt: Bubble