Category Archives: Mostly Micro

CCC#17: That Carnal House Reek …

Posted on March 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

I knew what lurked beneath that bridge Could smell its carnal-house reek But I was the oldest, I couldn’t refuse it. ‘Okay, Mr Troll, I’m crossing it now.’ Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

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What Pegman Saw: At Portmeirion

Posted on March 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

The elves came out of the woods, came into the open. ‘Where shall we build our new homes?’ asked the headman, Alvyn. ‘I know,’ said Damh the Bard, ‘let’s build of stone at Portmeirion.’ Written for What Pegman Saw Who’s … Continue reading →

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CCC15: Mortality

Posted on February 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Flower. Annual. Faded. Flagging. Head-hanging. Dying Reminder of our mortality. Helianthus Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15 I’d like to thank The Haunted Wordsmith for introducing me to this form: the Didactic Cinquain

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What Pegman Saw: Them

Posted on February 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

I turned the corner and there she was, sat on the bench outside the inn. Alone. By the way she dressed, I thought her a man. But closer, I saw her breasts, unbound. I swept a look round, fearful a … Continue reading →

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CCC14: Road to Nowhere

Posted on February 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Remember the road: The road to nowhere; Nowhere, where I go to dream; Dream of better days, a better year: A year that brings you home to me, To me from out of nowhere Written from Crimson’s Creative Challenge #14

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Rest in Peace, Papa G.

Posted on February 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

Mama was such a pretty thing. Born Dorothy (of the Stones of Bath), but Papa G. always called her Dolly. The perfect wife, he often said: a willing bed-mate—she gave him seventeen of us little-uns; Peter’s the eldest, I’m the … Continue reading →

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CCC13: One Sunny Enclosure

Posted on February 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Depression,’ the doctor diagnosed. ‘Founded on stress and anxiety.’ I laughed. ‘Nah, I’m not depressed. I’m happy as the sheep in their sun-drenched enclosure—just as long as I don’t open that gate.’ ‘Well, there you are,’ said the doctor to … Continue reading →

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It serves you …

Posted on February 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

Ouch!’ Laurie yelped and sucked her finger. ‘Wuzz! That don’t hurt,’ said her sister Louisa. ‘Yea? You try stabbing your pinky on a vicious thorn bush.’ ‘Well, it serves you, don’t it. Wool-gathering while gathering wool.’ For those not country-bred, … Continue reading →

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His Bitch

Posted on February 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

Robert stood back, his job for this morning done, and watched as a doorman materialised to hold open the door. Anxious now … Tessa was new to the business, would she stumble? Embarrassed, would she look to him? Come on, … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Homeward Bound

Posted on January 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

At last at the ferry and the ship leaves soon. But, Ma, haven’t we time for an ice-cream cone? If you’re quick, and you get me a frozen drink on a stick. Yikes, now that’s the klaxon sound! Catch those … Continue reading →

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