A Spooky Valentines – A macabre poem for A Guy Called Bloke’s Challenge.

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Well, As it’s nearly halloween, I thought I would flick through my notebook to find a post from yesteryear to share with you and I found this poem that I wrote in response to a challenge set by that fantastic blogger, A Guy Called Bloke. It’s sort of appropriate for Valentines day or for Halloween… Enjoy:

Well it may be far too late now, but A Guy Called Bloke set a challenge to write a horror story (or Poem) including the following items:

Spooky Card

Rotten Heart

Carnivorous Chocolate Box

Haunted Balloons

Romantic Massacre

Voodoo Dolly

Undead Partner

Devilish Desire

See the posts here:

Valentine’s for Luvvies Challenge 2019 . 9

Valentine’s for Luvvies Challenge 2019 D9

NOTEBOOK

So here is my attempt.

A spooky card came through the door,

I opened it up and nearly swore,

It was from a man I’d thought was dead.

He should have been, I’d chopped off his head.

My undead partner will turn me insane,

It seemed he’d risen up once again,

I thought I’d driven him away.

But now he’s back on Valentine’s Day!

This time I’ll extract his rotten heart,

A romantic massacre to tear him apart,

Or else I’ll use my voodoo doll,

Or haunted balloons, I’m on a roll.

Or how about a carnivorous chocolate box?

Of failing that a dose of chicken pox?

No, I’ll overindulge my devilish desire,

And burn him satanically on the fire.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15/February/2019

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/15/your-daily-word-prompt-overindulgence-february-15-2019/

Song Lyric Sunday – Calling all Aliens…

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars, as suggested by King Ben’s Grandma. 

Click on the link to see my post for last week:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week is Communication, Information, News, Telephone suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

I started think about communications and the media and I remembered that back in the late 70’s or early 80’s when I was a wee nipper, there had been a song released by the Carpenters (in 1977) that referenced something called “World Contact Day”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Contact_Day

Rather than communication with humans, this was an attempt to send out a massive communication from Earth to any life forces out in the universe in the hope of obtaining even the merest vestige of a response. Of course any response would have been put down as a Swindle of some kind.

I remember the song well because despite being a huge fan of the Carpenters, my mother found this song to be totally balmy (in the informal sense of the word) and even repugnant!

The Introduction to the song was a talking bit that was supposed to be a radio DJ and then someone with a very strange voice dials in trying to make contact with humans. Then, the gorgeous voice of Karen Carpenter rings out.

It is the most bizaare song.

Lyrics

All Hit Radio!
Alright, you’re listening to All Hit Radio
And it’s 53 degrees at 30 minutes past the hour
And right now on our all request line
I’ve got Mike Ledgerwood on the phone
Hey, babe, what would you like to hear?
We’ve been observing your Earth
Hey babe, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you too well
You’re gonna have to speak a little closer into the phone
Okay, babe? What would you like to hear again?
We are observing your Earth
Hey Mike, I’m sorry babe, but that’s not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you’d give us your request
We’ll be glad to play it for ya, babe
So let’s hear it!
We are observing your Earth
Uh, listen Mike, I’m sorry babe but we can’t-
And we’d like to make
I’m sorry Mike, we there’s-
A contact (uh)
With you, baby

In your mind you have capacities, you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we’re about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

You’ve been observing our Earth
And we’d like to make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, ultra emissaries

We’ve been observing your Earth
And one night we’ll make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary, quite extraordinary craft

And please come in peace, we beseech you
Only our love we will teach them
Our Earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you

Please, interstellar policeman
Oh won’t you give us a sign
Give us a sign
That we’ve reached you
Oh do

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together, that’s the way
To send the message we declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Ah ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahh

Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Woloschuk / Terry Draper

I hope you enjoy this song.

I have also included the following word prompts:

Song Lyric Sundays – Nice to meet you, Beautiful Stranger :-)

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week the theme is Alluring, Beautiful, Charming, Graceful, and Seductive

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2021/07/31/seductive-words/

I had a thought on the theme and a song came to mind that was about meeting someone who instantly takes your eye, a complete stranger but one who you would happily have a dalliance but your own subconscious mind is screaming advice to you that it is dangerous and unwise.

The song is Beautiful Stranger, performed and co written by Madonna with William Orbit and was used for the Second Austin Powers film and released in May 1999. I remember when this came out I instantly loved the way it sounded modern and yet also faintly reminiscent of the 1960’s. I’ve loved this song since.

The Lyrics are:

Beautiful Stranger

Haven’t we met?
Some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I’ve had the taste for danger

If I’m smart then I’ll run away
But I’m not so I guess I’ll stay Heaven forbid
I’ll take my chance on a beautiful stranger

I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumblin’ down
You’re the devil in disguise
That’s why I’m singing this song

To know you
Is to love you
You’re everywhere I go
And everybody knows

To love you
Is to be part of you
I paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride

Dara dara dara da da dara da
Beautiful stranger
Dara dara dara da da dara da
Beautiful stranger

If I’m smart then I’ll run away
But I’m not so I guess I’ll stay haven’t you heard?
I fell in love with a beautiful stranger

I looked into your face
My heart was dancing all over the place
I’d like to change my point of view
If I could just forget about you

To know you
Is to love you
You’re everywhere I go
And everybody knows

I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You’re the devil in disguise
That’s why I’m singing this song to you

To know you
Is to love you
You’re everywhere I go
And everybody knows

I paid for you with tears
And swallowed all my pride

Dara dara dara da da dara da
Beautiful stranger
Dara dara dara da da dara da
Beautiful stranger

I hope you enjoyed this song.

I have also included the following word prompts:

Dalliance

Meeting

Advice.

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/your-daily-word-prompt-advice-ydwordprompt-august-1-2021/

A multiple word prompt poem – A New Side

I’ve written this poem in response to the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/01/fowc-with-fandango-dogmatic/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/rdp-sunday-poignant/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/01/your-daily-word-prompt-advice-ydwordprompt-august-1-2021/

You are planning a new dalliance

But let me give you some advice,

although it may seem like salience

and at the time it feels quite nice.

But it leaves you feeling rather flat

I’m trying not to be dogmatic,

I just don’t want you feeling like that,

With your love-life remaining static.

Why not try for a longer romance

Something poignant, then you might see

If you give this caring guy a chance,

A completely new side of me.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/08/2021

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.

A few days ago I reposted a story I wrote  about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:

A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.

Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so I wrote part two here:

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Part Two

But it still wasn’t finished. So here is the finale.

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale

Jane walked down the street from the apartment complex to the main part of town. She heard a couple of guys wolf whistle as she went past. She smiled to herself. Her fifty-year-old body may not be as slim as it used to be, in fact curvaceous would have been a kinder description, but clearly, she still had it. Then she heard footsteps behind her. Angela was walking a long behind her wearing a white sarong dress over her black bikini with a black wide-brimmed hat. She wore stylish espadrille wedges on her feet that gave her extra height. Jane felt a pang of jealousy as she realised the wolf whistles hadn’t been for her at all but for Angela’s stunning twenty-something year old figure instead.

Angela walked up to her and gave her a warm smile. “Hi Jane, are you headed into town too? Do you mind if I join you?”

Continue reading Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.

A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.

I wrote this story a couple of years ago and thought it was time to share it again.

I hope you enjoy it.

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Insipid

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/23/insipid/

Your daily word: Accommodation

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/23/your-daily-word-prompt-misunderstanding-july-22nd-2018/

The Haunted Wordsmith’s Three Things Challenge:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/23/three-things-challenge-23-july-2018/

Today’s things are: caterpillar, silent, hotel

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea

It was a lovely hotel and for once it looked exactly like it had in the brochure. The online reviews ranged, like they normally did, from describing it as paradise on earth to an outpost of hell. Ignoring the two extremes most people had posted that they’d had a positive experience, so she booked. For the money, it was reasonable accommodation.

One of the unexpected things that really pleased her was how silent it was. They had chosen to come out of season. It was the middle of September and so the schools were back, thank heavens. She couldn’t think of anything worse than going on holiday and being surrounded by packs of screaming kids. It reminded her painfully of the fact that she couldn’t have any and also made her feel slightly glad of it.

Continue reading A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.

Happy Families – Part two

Yesterday I reposted a short story that I wrote a couple of years ago about the discovery of a secret from the past. This was the story:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/15/a-multi-prompt-short-story-happy-families/

This is part two.

My poor mother was clearly in no fit state to deal with the issues that had suddenly been dumped upon her. The storm knocking over Grandfather’s tree and exposing a body. The locket containing a key to a box kept locked for who knows how many years. Then finally the revelation of Great Aunt Sally’s diary. It had all been too much for Mother and she descended into tears.

I did the best thing I could do. I helped her into her bedroom, made her drink a glass of water containing her sleeping powders and put her to bed. I sat with her until her chest rose and fell in that steady rhythm of deep sleep. Her body looked so gaunt and frail. She had never been a big eater and living on her own, she clearly hadn’t been eating enough to keep her strength up. Any strength she’d had noticeably ebbed away with the shock of recent events. Her pale hair hung in wispy tendrils around her softly lined face. Her eyes were sunken. She looked more like an eighty-year-old rather than a woman in her sixties. In fact, she reminded me of Great Aunt Sally herself, who’d been eight-eight when she passed. The memory of her, reminded me of that leather-bound book I’d left in her old bedroom.

I walked slowly back down the landing to Great Aunt Sally’s bedroom and sat down upon the bed. A musty smell surrounded me as I sank into that old feather mattress. I picked up the diary. Dare I read this, knowing that it will bring me face to face with some dreadful reality? I knew I had to read on, no matter how dark the journey will be. This was a part of my family history. I prepared myself to amble through the past.

The book fell open at the front page, scrawled with those terrible words my Great Aunt had written ‘Why I killed my Sister today.’

It was clear that these words had been written in some time after the first entry below. Although it was the same hand, the fateful words had been written in a shakier less steady hand but was in clearer ink. The entries below appeared to have been written many years early. The ink was faded and it looked like it had been written in one of those scratchy old-fashioned pens.

The first date was December 25th, 1910.

I received this diary for Christmas and this is my first entry. Emma and I were so excited when we discovered Santa Claus had been. Both our stockings that we’d hung at the bottom of our bed were bulging, but Emma’s seemed to be more so than mine. I was pleased with my Christmas Orange and the walnuts. I had four but I think Emma had six walnuts but she hid two and said she’d only had four like me. We both had gifts wrapped in brightly colour paper and string. Emma’s was bigger than mine, as usual.

Well no surprise that my present was this diary, and I am quite pleased with it, but Emma’s present was much nicer. It was a wooden box carved with animals and the wood smelled so nice. I wish I had that box instead. Emma always gets the best. Just because she’s the elder by ten minutes and she has dimples and I don’t. I hate being a twin. Mother said it’s special being a twin because you always have a friend to play with, but I hate it, hate it, HATE IT.

January 30th, 1910

I am recovering in the infirmary because I fell out of our tree house. They were worried I may have been killed. I remember we were playing, Emma and I, but then as so often happened, she said something spiteful so I slapped her and we ended up fighting again. People may have thought it was an accident, but I know better. Emma pushed me. I heard the doctor talking to Mother, I have broken my legs but they will heal but the doctor said I had internal bleeding of the uterus and as such I may have issues in the future. I can’t say I understand much of the words he used but It sounds impressive. Mother came and sat with me and made a lot of fuss over me. It makes a change from Emma getting all the attention.

I flicked over some of the pages. The childish outbursts and pettiness irritated me. I hadn’t known Great Aunt Sally and my Grandmother had been twins, but I had never known my Grandmother at all. It was clear that not every day had an entry, or every week. Sometimes weeks would pass before something was recorded. As I skimmed over a couple of pages, this resulted in travelling through time by a few years, then another entry caught my eye.

August 21st, 1915.

Our first ball. When Mother had said it was time for us to attend our first summer party I was thrilled and so was Emma. We seem to have been getting on better lately and I must admit it is nice to have someone to talk to and share secrets with. Emma always seems to know just what I’m thinking. We have had new dresses made, in a light frothy lacy material. Mine has green trim around the neck, waist and hem whereas Emma’s dress has red ribbons. As we entered the room people stopped and stared at us. I must admit we looked lovely with our long hair neatly curled into ringlets. I couldn’t help but overhear Mrs Paxton say “Don’t they look adorable” as we walked past. Then spiteful Cathy Anderson said “Emma does, I don’t think green suits Sally at all.”

I would have said something back to her, Cathy with her terrible complexion! The Gall of it, but then I saw them. Theodore and Edgar Taylor. They are twins too! They are visiting from Carolina and we spent most of the evening talking together. What gentlemen and what lovely dancers.

August, 25th 1915

I have lost my heart completely. Theodore Taylor is the most handsome man I have ever met. Of course, his brother Edgar is nice too, but Theodore’s eyes are bluer and he is just a bit taller, I think.

September, 3rd 1915

The most horrible thing has happened. Theodore has asked Emma to marry him. Doesn’t he know I adore him? It was all Emma’s doing. She knew I loved him. Why did I tell her? Why? She set out to deliberately steal him from me. I will never forgive her, never, never, never.

June 2nd 1916

So today was Emma’s wedding to Theodore. I didn’t want to go, but Emma begged me to be her bridesmaid. She even shed tears. She could always turn on those tears when she wanted something. I relented in the end. I felt cold inside watching Emma walking down the aisle and Theodore standing there waiting for her. It should have been ME.

Something, at least, has come out of today. Edgar proposed to me. I was sitting outside the church and I couldn’t help shedding a little tear as Emma and my Theodore rode off in that carriage. Edgar thought I was sad to see Emma go, bless him. He actually got down on bended knee and proposed. I said I would have to think about it.

I don’t love him, but I think I will accept. He and Theodore are very close. Much closer that Emma and I will ever be.

I thought it odd that there was no mention of her own wedding day, I skimmed over the pages but I could see no mention of it whatsoever.

To be Continued……..

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/July/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/rdp-46-open/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/amble/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/16/your-daily-word-prompt-noticeably-july-16th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Memory

Before Armageddon – A Multiple Word Prompt Poem

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I wrote this poem back in 2019 long before the current pandemic, it’s interesting how, having experienced what we have, it seems to have changed how I feel about this poem…..

The Word of the Day is Statue and so I thought it would be worth sharing it again, but hadn’t appreciated how the circumstances had changed how it reads. 

 

The statue stood stolid

A symbol of penance

In a world rather squalid,

It had a great presence,

Two outreaching hands

A sign of kind nurture

Stretched out from the sands

To welcome each searcher,

A public display

To dispel all dissent

the pain blown away

eased one hundred percent.

This great lost relic

Of a past long forgotten

A remnant, angelic

Of a time less rotten,

When the world was better

When hearts weren’t leaden

And the oceans were wetter,

Before Armageddon.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/June/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/penance/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/rdp-thursday-nurture/

FOWC with Fandango — Percent

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/your-daily-word-prompt-stolid-june-7-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/public/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/statue/

Love Bite – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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The Word of the Day today is FREE and I remembered this poem I wrote a couple of years ago, inspired by this beautiful picture by Kira.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/08/free/

I was betrayed;

You never stayed

On an altar of false dreams

I sacrificed myself, it seems.

Our connection died

Our love cast aside.

Your intimate touch

That I loved so much,

Was a passing passion

A fleeting fashion,

Smitten

Now bitten,

Yearning,

Burning,

In a heap.

Love may be free,

but it’s never cheap.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/kiras-sunday-scribbles-29/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/smitten/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/rdp-thursday-intimate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/your-daily-word-prompt-passion-february-14-2019/

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Manifestation of the Truth.

I wrote this story a while ago but thought it deserved another viewing. Although it should come with a warning, it’s not for the fainthearted. 😉

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

Firstly the three things challenge from The Haunted Wordsmith:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/daily-writing-challenge-24/

Corpse, Murder, Greenhouse

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/manifestation/

Manifestation

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/your-daily-word-prompt-frighten-october-24-2018/

Frighten

FOWC with Fandango — Abstract

Abstract

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/warning/

“I think it is a simple manifestation of some kind of spirit,” he said removing his special ‘ghost detecting’ glasses.

Suzie glared at him “Are you trying to frighten me? What is this manifestation doing in my greenhouse anyway?”

Dr Finklefoss detected the aggression in her voice and rightly put it down to a response from feeling anxious. Fear of the supernatural was a common thing. He experienced it every day among the ill-educated and narrow-minded people he was forced to deal with.

He preferred working with the spirits rather than the living. Dead people were much easier to get on with.

“I would suspect that the murder took place in your greenhouse and that would explain why tools and plants get thrown around and why your glass panes are frequently broken. It will explain why there is a distinct cold zone in the middle of it too. This is where the poor young woman was killed.”

If she’d been anxious before, the look she gave him now was positively terrified.

“What murder, what are you talking about?” she shouted.

“You hired me to find out why you were getting these strange occurrences? Surely you must have suspected a supernatural reason and yet now you are acting like I am lying to you. She cannot harm you. All she wants is to tell us what happened to her. She is going to lead me to where her corpse is buried. She only wants the truth.”

Dr Finklefoss followed the spirit as it led him on a long and abstract path through the woods.

Suzie followed some way behind, her steps were strangely laboured.

As the spectral form stopped above a mound of disturbed earth, Dr Finklefoss realised that this spirit had not been dead that long at all. The spirits face distorted, a look of shock and fear marred the young girls face. She pointed behind him in warning, but it was too late. He felt the hard whack of the iron shovel as it caved in the back of his head. Then nothing.

Suzie dropped the shovel and watched the man bleed to death. A cold smile curled the corner of her lips. “There are some truths that I’d rather were kept hidden, thank you, Doctor.”

She returned to the house and resumed the identity of her wealthy sister, who no one suspected had a twin sister kept locked away in an institution. Well, she’d been locked away until last week, anyway and now she was enjoying herself for the first time in ages.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/October/2018