Category Archives: Mostly Micro

CCC#54: Imprisoned

Posted on November 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Captured and imprisoned. Two crusts a day: one of bread, the other off cheese. The cheese is best; its mould might heal me. The bread is rye, its mould might freak me. Taken at the start of the war… In … Continue reading →

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In Athens

Posted on November 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

In Athens the citizens gathered at the ecclesia to discuss and agree a solution to the increasing problem of their laws. Passed by word of mouth and laced with blood feuds, impossible to track and to apply with justice. Word … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A True King’s Insignia

Posted on November 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Born of an egg, five hundred years in the hatching. Born into enmity with the Nagas, his one thousand siblings; bound into peace by Buddha. Taken by Vishnu to be his vehicle, to transport him horizon to horizon, fast as … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Chief Kai’s Canoe

Posted on November 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

Huge, the tree Makonaima made that night; every kind of fruit it bore. Evil, the son who chopped it down. Great, the gush of water that issued from that stump. Immeasurable, the work of Makonaima to gather up the animals, … Continue reading →

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Man, he’s crazy

Posted on November 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

I saw him paddling a surfboard along the Thames. Why? I asked. Surf’s up, man, he said. Yea, down in the Cornish bays. I saw him atop Clifton Bridge attached to a rope. Why? I asked. Bungee jumping, he said. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Seth Boyden, Inventor

Posted on October 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

“And a good God’s Day to you, Nathaniel. And may I say that’s a natty pair of shoes on your feet. Imported are they, from the Old Country?” “They are not! I bought them here in Newark. That watchmaker chap, … Continue reading →

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Wind-wafted Veils

Posted on October 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

The lights shimmered, wind-wafted veils of delicate hues, green and blue, yellow and red, that poured through the star-guarded hole. Aurora strained to hear their song. Her home. 28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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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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