Category Archives: Mostly Micro

What Pegman Saw: Chief Kai’s Canoe

Huge, the tree Makonaima made that night; every kind of fruit it bore. Evil, the son who chopped it down. Great, the gush of water that issued from that stump. Immeasurable, the work of Makonaima to gather up the animals, … Continue reading

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Man, he’s crazy

I saw him paddling a surfboard along the Thames. Why? I asked. Surf’s up, man, he said. Yea, down in the Cornish bays. I saw him atop Clifton Bridge attached to a rope. Why? I asked. Bungee jumping, he said. … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: Seth Boyden, Inventor

“And a good God’s Day to you, Nathaniel. And may I say that’s a natty pair of shoes on your feet. Imported are they, from the Old Country?” “They are not! I bought them here in Newark. That watchmaker chap, … Continue reading

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Wind-wafted Veils

The lights shimmered, wind-wafted veils of delicate hues, green and blue, yellow and red, that poured through the star-guarded hole. Aurora strained to hear their song. Her home. 28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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Have You Seen Our Dragon?

Have you seen our dragon? No, not the one George the saintly dragon-slayer slayed. No, this is Jason’s Dragon. For truth it is! No-no-no, not the serpent; the serpent was back in Colchis. No, if you remember, Jason defeated the … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: The Lie

Twenty years he held to that lie. Twenty years and not a slip in his words. Until his dear “friend” died. Told me he was going to Washington to see his mother, who was ailing. In truth, he went shark … Continue reading

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CCC#48: The Old Red Bridge

No longer does it carry a thoroughfare No more do the horses draw clattering carts here Alas, the ancient bricks now in slow decay The Old Red Bridge has had its day Now tiddlers paddle with their jars Arriving here … Continue reading

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The Raven and the Maiden

The red brick tower where, when the Proddy-men came prodding, once hid the devout green robed maiden; this decaying ivy climbed Elizabethan ruin, instead of the lady’s haven, is now the raven’s 32 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: My Horsehead Fiddle

Sükhe regarded the dead body of his once-perfect white horse… and wailed louder than the wind that tore o’er the land. The hand of his neighbour’s lord was in that. All that day, Sükhe wept, his father despairing he’d ever … Continue reading

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The Mallet and the Egg

It is imperative we reduce CO2 levels from its present level of 400 ppm, to 150 ppm. You’re sure you heard that right, Buster? Only at 150 ppm all plant life dies. Yeah, sure. That’s the only way to solve … Continue reading

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