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They fought with guts and guns and taunts of come-on They wiped the field on the defeated faces of human races They patterned them with blood-formed laces The legion from our region 32 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Legion
“Stop your whistling,” my grandpa said. And when I turned to him – cos he’d never said it before – he added, “A whistling woman’s good for God nor man.” Was he saying I wasn’t a kid anymore? “Come, sit … Continue reading
For his birthday I bought him a yacht. He sailed away without saying goodbye.
It was easy to take stock To list the qualities The abilities The attained training The experience To lay my plans I would not be taken for a fool again I would marshal my weapons And SLAM the man! 39 … Continue reading
Ted thought no one would find him, holed up in the old telephone box. No one used it; everyone had their own mobile phones. But his rural sequester was broken when the village got a new vicar. “Since the phone … Continue reading
“Don’t you go falling down that well, Little ‘Un,” That’s what my grandpa said every time. “She won’t fall, you daft ‘un,” my grandma always answered him and would allow me to carry the empty bucket down the moss-lined garden … Continue reading
I ought to be miffed I ought to be tossed I ought to be angry, all at a loss Cos what had he done? He’d sneaked a peep at my final plan Of which he’d never been much of a … Continue reading
Suzie Trotter trotted out She told her friends “to have a snout” Gotta be something beyond this wall This pokey city couldn’t be all She trotted fast to be away To be caught would ruin her day And lo! And … Continue reading
Vivid in ‘89That’s a memory that makes a good lineAnd it was a good lineA vivid timeWhen I was yoursAnd you were mineWhen passion ruledAnd we ignored the clock’s chime Ask not for whom the bell tolls Vivid the memory … Continue reading