Category Archives: Mostly Micro

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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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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