Tag Archives: humour

CCC#45: FLAW

Posted on September 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

Davey, did you bring that map? Sure did, Jace. Why? Did you check it out before you suggested the shortcut? Um… You didn’t, did you? Why, what’s the prob? That, over there, that’s the prob. Is that the *isolated-back-of-beyond* Berny … 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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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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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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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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CCC#28: The Paint Job

Posted on May 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Major Marjoram was a trifle discombobulated to find a young man in his garden with palette and easel. ‘And who the blinking blighty are you?’ he bellowed across the hen-pecked yard. ‘Me?’ the young man looked round to see who … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Semjaza’s Descent

Posted on April 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

This wasn’t his first tour of duty; he’d been stationed here twice, though it was his first visit to this southern continent. He shuddered and quivered: his body’s rebellion. How did the grey techs do it? It wasn’t only the … Continue reading →

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A Salve for My Skin

Posted on April 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake … Um, ladies … Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog. Ladies, wait! Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s … Continue reading →

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Sub-Urban Art

Posted on August 19, 2018 by crispina kemp

I like graffiti. Maybe it’s my (long-long ago) Art School training (graphic design). So yet again I’ve been unable to resist. And then there was this: Love it! It sat beside the same Marriot’s Way.

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It All Began

Posted on July 15, 2018 by crispina kemp

“It all began when Jan met Ned.” No. Wrong. Wrong? Everything that ever had happened in Jan’s life led to that moment. Ditto for Ned. Fine. “It all began when Jan was born, three years to the day after Ned.” … Continue reading →

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