Category Archives: Mostly Micro

What Pegman Saw: They Came to Trade

Posted on August 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

They came to trade, they stayed to rule, They came with strange weapons and their tools; They claimed the protection of their god And believed that we’d be overawed. They took our food, they took our land, They broke us, … Continue reading →

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Finish the Story: Island Getaway, Part 9

Posted on August 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Michael at Morpethroad tagged me for the latest Finish the Story prompt from Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith. Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith gave us the image above (by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay) and started us off with this: As soon … Continue reading →

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The Annual Finals

Posted on July 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Kezlia hadn’t been a performer but a behind-the-scenes organiser. Until someone slapped the mic in her hand. Now she took a deep breath… they weren’t there to see her. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Amateur Finals of the … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Dancing upon the Demon’s Back

Posted on July 29, 2019 by crispina kemp

Plodding, footslogging, the weight of the pack on her back weighing her down. On past prayer flags flapping and pilgrims trekking, to reach the festival place by the tenth day of this the tenth moon. There to watch her son … Continue reading →

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The Black Art of Pancake Threading

Posted on July 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’ ‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers. ‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: The Great Inland Sea

Posted on July 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Ain’t no sea inland, big nor small. I told him, but he didn’t listen to me.’ No, he’d seen the way the rivers ran westward. But why westward when the sea lay to east? To Captain Charles Sturt the answer … Continue reading →

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Pour Me a Guinness

Posted on July 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Merry Christmas Pour me a Guinness What, are you leaving before you finish? You bet, there are limits. But I’m gutted, my heart you diminish What do you want me to do? Grimace? Wordcount 33 Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing … Continue reading →

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CCC#35: John Brown’s Wedding

Posted on July 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

John rose early that day and dressed in his best. He left his mother in a pother and his father in a stomp. But he was of age and didn’t need their permission, and Old Betts over at Fishley Farm … Continue reading →

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They Misunderstood

Posted on July 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Careless, they accused. But they misunderstood. Not careless, said I, and defiant, stood. Carefree. Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt 14 words: Carefree  

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What Pegman Saw: The Word of Grandfather-God

Posted on July 1, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Your Excellency.” Padre Bartolomé bowed his head and waited, a flick of his hand to the lad behind him, Bori-Damaso. Diego Velázquez de Cuéllar looked up from the papers cluttering his makeshift desk. Padre Bartolomé took that as permission to … Continue reading →

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