A Cold War Nightmare

“Your ego is writing cheques your body can’t cash”, a great Top Gun quote and kind of how I’m feeling.

My fight with my demented monkey is not getting any better so I’m gonna make a strategic retreat and take a time out. I’m afraid to say that I just can’t multi-task and I’m suffering for it. I seem to have a lot going on at the moment and I’m struggling to keep up.

This is not good bye this is see you later, at least from a writing point of view. So as a parting gift I’ll leave you with a failed short story. I entered it into a competition after some persuasion but to no avail.

Maybe I’m just not a story writer. Still I wrote it so I’ll publish it like I do. My attempt at a 300 word Flash Fiction.

Hwyl Fawr Ffrindiau.

A Cold War Nightmare

It was all over the news. Chaos had ensued around him and all he could do was stand there at the edge of the shore.

He should have been thinking about other things, like life flashing before his eyes kind of things. Instead he stood mindfully watching the gentle tide ebb and flow around his feet as they sunk into the wet sand.

He didn’t think that morning that the day would end like this. End; such a resolute word, to end, to stop, to cease, he just didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t do anything about it because there was no more time.

No time to play games on his console. No time to go to the movies, No time to kiss and hug his loved ones and say goodbye. No time.

No more time because they were coming. That sound, that distinctive sound coming from the horizon, getting closer, getting louder. His mind was trying to distinguish it with something different to what he knew it was. A hurricane, a tsunami, a swarm of giant killer bees, anything with a chance of survival after the event.

Unfortunately, this was not natural; this was manmade by stupid, incompetent, childish Man. He giggled to himself ironically, as he thought ‘who am I to judge’.

He was soon pulled from his thoughts as the sound became something to look at racing across the sky and yet time seemed to slow down. It was such a beautiful day with the sun shining bright in a pale blue summer sky. Not a cloud could be seen to hide the horror that was about to envelope the world. Then silence.

Silence as he watched the first of the missiles drop from the sky and hit the sea with a blinding white flash and… The end!


Copyright © JRFC February 2019

Images from Pixabay, modified by JRFC.



This one, written last month, was a combination idea from a game I was playing at the time and an unfortunate topic that recurred in nightmares I used to have as a teen. Odd combination I know but I’m afraid it did inspire this harrowing thought.


For what!!

To celebrate the audacity

Of a mushroom cloud



No one left but

The ruined statues for

The millions dead

Who will never see


Just mutilation

Left to rot and decay

And wash away

In storms of acid rain


A ravaged earth

Torn apart


And scarred


Not even the essence

Of history

Will morn this troubled



As the ash of a

Previous existence

Now rests in

Polluted air


Where memories die

Not even their ghosts

Want to wonder

A dead world


Proud nation after

Proud nation

Felled one skyscraper

After another


Its people culled

In the name of peace

And protection

Of one another


Or so the Powers that be


When they pressed the button

And all for what!!


Copyright © JRFC December 2018

Image from Pixabay

Here I Am Again

Here I am again

Amused by what I see

Watching those sprint by

Don’t know why

Just a thing I do

While I wait


It baffles me

Spending your lives

Chasing the dream

It seems like you live

With heads in clouds

Not looking around


Trying to get by

On some materialistic high

And a grunt from the weight

Of all that burden

And the choices you make



Life’s short enough

To worry about that stuff

And wake up one day

Look in the mirror

‘When did the years go by?’

A sigh


And a knock on the door

You deplore as you run

Down the stairs

To see me there

As I help you up

From your neck breaking fall


Copyright © JRFC August 2018
Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC


Not sure about this. I’ve been seeing this kinda style on some of my fellow bloggers; blogs and thought I’d give it a try. Always up for a bit of experimentation (and trying out big words lol).

Still not sure about it though. So as they say in my place of employment… Constructive criticism welcome.

Please be gentle with me :-).




First born

Just torn


Met scorn


What do you want?


Growing up

Scruffy pup

Like hyssop

Oh to warm up


What do you want from me?


Sitting Alone

At home

Dull tone



What more do you want from me?


My Life

My Destiny

My Fate

My All


Your Call!


Copyright © JRFC July 2018
Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC

Challenge Met

Another first for me as a new blogger, a challenge was set and not one to shy away from a challenge (my old scares bear witness) the challenge was met. This poem is the result of that challenge set by one of our fellow bloggers for a bit of fun.

I gonna stop saying challenge now… DoH! Moving on.

Although it first got published on SaraInLaLaLand’s blog a few months ago, I thought I’d give a page of its own.

I hope you like.

One Room, One Light

What’s going on in the middle of the night?

That one room with that one light


What’s going on in the middle of the day?

The room with the light that never goes away


Remember, curiosity can be a killer

Your mind may boil, your body may blister


You know what happened to the cat?

It didn’t end well I’ll tell you that


The horrific sight, a man and his wife

Both clinging on for dear life


Playing a game they thought was safe

Then lightening balls began to strafe


The portal opened, a very large hole

A demons hand to take a soul


Their bodies were left all shriveled and white

Just lying their having died of fright


Okay I confess, it’s a story I heard

And agree its rubbish, absurd


But that one room;

With that one light;

Continues to shine;

All day and all night


Copyright © JRFC April 2018