Category Archives: Mostly Micro

Shrine or Tomb or Place of Translation

Posted on June 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

I’d made a mistake, I shouldn’t have enrolled on this course. I’d never wrap my head around this alien culture. “The body is then taken into the shrine,” the lecturer continued as onscreen an image appeared of what I’d swear … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: The Flatulent One

Posted on June 24, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘See!’ Chimalis addressed the pilgrims. ‘At Huracan’s first creation, the gods created humans from mud. But mud has no voice to worship the gods, and so the gods destroyed them in a deluge.’ The pilgrims knew the story, yet the … Continue reading →

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Cold Hands, Cold Heart

Posted on June 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Glacial – the place you called home Glacial – the love you claimed you bore me Glacial – the heart you said was devoted to me Glacial – the smile you seldom turned on me Glacial – the looks that … Continue reading →

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Finish the Story: The Locomotive Part Four

Posted on June 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Teresa’s bit: Every summer since Charlie turned six was spent on Grandpa’s Iowa farm. Charlie loved to run through the fields chasing butterflies and spent his nights laying on the cool grass, watching the fireflies and Milky Way. Life was … Continue reading →

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Oh, Yawn, Yawn, Yawn

Posted on June 17, 2019 by crispina kemp

I am bored, said Tal-a-pus, and stretched and yawned and farted and grumped. Nothing to do but to watch people cavort in the calm rolling waves beneath me. Morning till night, night till dawn, day after day, year after year. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: My Destination

Posted on June 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

Up early, a last double-check of the pack. Everything in, nothing forgotten? The taxi toots. We bundle in. ‘Coach station please.’ Saturday, turnaround day, the holidaymakers go home. The driver calls, ‘London Victoria.’ That’s ours. The coach is crowded, multi-ethnic … Continue reading →

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CCC#30: A Ramblers Tale

Posted on June 6, 2019 by crispina kemp

Now settle down and listen well, for a rambler’s tale I here do tell: I walked, you see … Through fens and fields in various states, over broken stiles and five-bar gates; I took a break upon a bank (shoes … Continue reading →

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Of Brimstone and Butterflies

Posted on June 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Oh wow!’ exclaimed the camera-cluttered photographer, ‘how am I ever to capture this?’ With his camera setting changed to “burst”—what more could he do—he followed the mercurial mating dance of the brimstone butterfly. 38 words Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing … Continue reading →

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This Eden in the East

Posted on June 3, 2019 by crispina kemp

Far out to sea beneath the heavy swell There is a land the ancients trod, so I hear tell. Their way of life we cannot know, What they ate, what plants did grow; They fished, of that no doubts I’ve … Continue reading →

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CCC#29: Knight Vigil

Posted on May 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Yesterday a squire, Tomorrow a knight. And for this darkness between? The wizard had told him to pray for a vision; A vision would show him what he would be. But now first light was breaking, and no vision granted. … Continue reading →

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