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Someone had been there. How could I tell? Was it the lingering scent? Or the hairs, short and red, surely from a fox? Maybe it was the prints melted through the frozen mud? No, it was that break in the … Continue reading
Prison. What a great way to end 2020. And why? “Ms Carpory, you are charged with the irretrievable destruction of twenty cubic meters of the Universe. THIS Universe. OUR Universe.” But it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t know. No one said … Continue reading
Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy. “I forbid you,” her father had said. “And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.” “No, … Continue reading
Alice pulled the wishbone with her brother. “Hey! I get the wish.” She closed her eyes and thought really hard. But what was the point in this blighted nation? “Come on, Alice,” said her brother, “or I’ll make my wish.” “I … Continue reading
Me: So, what d’you think? Ruddy: Me: It’s a selfie Ruddy: Me: My profile photo Ruddy: Me: For the dating app Ruddy: Me: You know, the one Santa’s set up Ruddy: [Dating app! Those elves… Wouldn’t catch us reindeer being … Continue reading
“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. “You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.” “But, Dad…” His father edged … Continue reading
I said poetic. He said pathetic. I said realistic. He allowed artistic. I said quizzical. He said risible. I said erotic. He laughed and said quixotic. 26 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic
The cheek, the nerve, the insult of it Calling me cuckoo! Stupid inbred misfits, you want to fight? It’s Cocoa. Cocoa, you blurry-eyed birds. It is, of course, a pigeon. But rather fancy.
I didn’t expect to find such a thing here Not in my hometown Nothing magical here. That’s why first off, I thought it an underpass. Yet… what was that I saw beyond it? Red? Red trees, red bushes? What was … Continue reading