Category Archives: Mostly Micro

Affley Jumped Out

Posted on September 3, 2019 by crispina kemp

Zikes! Affley dropped amid a flutter of leaves and landed hard with a jolt. Yikes! She ducked and dodged the cascading water. She danced. That water was scalding hot. Swirled around, knocked and scraped against the tannin-stained walls, she’d had … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Naga-Loka

Posted on September 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Little Mimi sits on the bank, sucking her thumb and looking glum. “Little One,” says the monk who sits beside her, “have you lost your coin?” She shakes her head. “No. I’m praying.” The monk looks behind him at the … Continue reading →

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Our Everyday Duty

Posted on August 29, 2019 by crispina kemp

Six: Five and Six reporting back, Captain. Mission complete. Captain: Off you go then, Seven and Eight. You know what to do: Lay them straight. Two (not long back from buckling shoes): Captain, sire, why must we do this every … Continue reading →

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Too Old

Posted on August 27, 2019 by crispina kemp

My hair grew grey; I dyed it purple. Yikes, my daughter spluttered, you’re too old for that. No, I’m not. I’m vintage. written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: It’s a Wharf, I Tell You

Posted on August 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Hey! Lassie?” The white-suited punter at the far end of the counter beckoned Becky over. If he intended to hit on her… But perhaps she maligned him. Looks of his face, he needed advice on after-sun care. She checked that … Continue reading →

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CCC40: First Time I Came

Posted on August 15, 2019 by crispina kemp

First time by this way I came, I waded through a streamlet deep Second time by here I trudged through mud, residual of the water seep Third time the ground was dry; I wondered why. 35 words. Written for Crimson’s … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Taffy’s Homebrew

Posted on August 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

She’d told Jeff she didn’t want Taffy’s homebrew beer. And he’d answered, “You wanted to come with us, be one of the fellas, so you’ll drink that beer.” Fine. Except Jeff and his mates were used to Taffy’s homebrew, and … Continue reading →

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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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