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CCC136: Gusted

He asked me which I’d rather see, the sun or the clouds. I said clouds. And so he gusted up a storm and blew the thick clouds over me.

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Ursula

Ursula aka Junior Ursula, well-formed and sleek Sensuously rounded Strong limbed in muscle and bone, coordination finely honed Silken hair glossy black, thick down her back Eyes liquid pools, deep, hot and inviting yet cool Swift and supple, dextrous and … Continue reading

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Ten Years in Holy Orders

Who would suspect him, a monk ten years in holy orders?Although he had already lived 150. His weapon of choice?Not a blade or poison.A chord of increasing volume.Delivered within a Gregorian chant.Crescendo. 37 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: … Continue reading

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To Call a Spade a Spade

It was Adam began it. Look around you, said the Lord, at the trees, the flowers, the fruits in this garden. What will you name them? For without a name, you cannot know them. Then the Lord said, look around … Continue reading

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CCC131: Pigeon Holed

“Look at them.” “Look at who?” “Them. The humans. Litter-dropping, nose-picking, smelly-farting…” “Hey, you, lay off them. They feed us, don’t they?” “Can’t stand them. Always putting us into pigeon holes.”

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On Beltane Eve

Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said.Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led.Wayward, because I took a different route.Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute.Wayward, because I walked a different way.Wayward! And now I wait for break of dayWhen … Continue reading

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CCC129: Old Man of the Woods

Old man? But he would be old if he had lived; he was older than me. “I’ll be waiting for you right here,” he said every time we parted. “Even if I die, I shall still wait here for you.” … Continue reading

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Hello? Anyone home?

“Guess nobody lives here anymore.” “But this is the right address.” “Yea, and no one’s used those steps in many a year. Tell me again what he looked like.” “Old. Gnarled.” “And green?” “What’re you implying?” “A short little cobbler, … Continue reading

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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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