Category Archives: Mostly Micro

Misery

Mercy was her nameTo the door she cameA nurse, she wore a maskThe look she gave me, I was scared to askIn truth, I didn’t dareDoes Stephen King still live here?

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Behind Enemy Lines

Who’d be the youngest in the brigade?I swear it isn’t fairDo this, do thatGroom the horsesFetch the waterAnd never mind the dangerOff you go to forage.————————No, I’m not a deserterI’m foraging food and waterWas I to know these are enemy … Continue reading

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CCC125: Catch As Catch Can

“Come share a drink with me,” said he. “I don’t mind if I do,” said me, And followed him where he led me. “Where go we?” said I. “To a secret place, where no one might spy.” I wondered why. … Continue reading

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CCC124: Mind The Steps

There’s a ghost on the steps. Don’t be ridiculous! But there is, I tell you. There are no such things. It’s a Roman soldier, I’ve seen it. Yea? I think not. You don’t believe me? Then come with me. Now … Continue reading

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Regent Road

We were on holiday, me and me boyfriend, so I had to bring something back. I mean, Mum hadn’t liked us going, said it weren’t proper, but Dad told her to give over and to get with the times. It … Continue reading

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He’ll Eat You Up and Gobble You Down

I’d heared of him; he lived in the hills above our town. “Don’t you go there,” our mother would say. “He’ll eat you up and gobble you down.” We thought him a gobelin or ogre or such, created out of … Continue reading

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CCC114: Safe in Isolation

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

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CCC112: Mind the Puddles

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

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Forbidden

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

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The Liminal Bird

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

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