Category Archives: Mostly Micro

Have You Seen Our Dragon?

Posted on October 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on October 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on October 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on October 8, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on October 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

Posted on October 1, 2019 by crispina kemp

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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What Pegman Saw: Wishy’s Treasure

Posted on September 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Mist-veiled, Wishy sat on the rock and sobbed. Look what they’re doing! Robbing her of her sacred gifts. Who are these men anyway, grubbing around in her lake now the water level’s down? Didn’t they know the curses they brought … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Pale Beasts from the Sea

Posted on September 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

I remember when Sedna sent us the pale beasts. “Why’d she do that,” Yuta clawed at Ahnah. Ahnah shrugged. “But you’re the wise woman, you ought to know.” “Wise woman I might be, but I’m not Sedna to be in … Continue reading →

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CCC#45: FLAW

Posted on September 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

Davey, did you bring that map? Sure did, Jace. Why? Did you check it out before you suggested the shortcut? Um… You didn’t, did you? Why, what’s the prob? That, over there, that’s the prob. Is that the *isolated-back-of-beyond* Berny … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A Gift From Kianda

Posted on September 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Craig boarded that plane with heavy heart. Ten years he had worked with Brendon. Saudi, Oman, Sarawak, and now Angola. Separately they applied for the contracts and separately they won them. But this was their last contract together. Why hadn’t … Continue reading →

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