Tag Archives: Micro fiction

CCC129: Old Man of the Woods

Posted on April 29, 2021 by crispina kemp

Old man? But he would be old if he had lived; he was older than me. “I’ll be waiting for you right here,” he said every time we parted. “Even if I die, I shall still wait here for you.” … Continue reading →

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Behind Enemy Lines

Posted on April 12, 2021 by crispina kemp

Who’d be the youngest in the brigade?I swear it isn’t fairDo this, do thatGroom the horsesFetch the waterAnd never mind the dangerOff you go to forage.————————No, I’m not a deserterI’m foraging food and waterWas I to know these are enemy … Continue reading →

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CCC125: Catch As Catch Can

Posted on April 1, 2021 by crispina kemp

“Come share a drink with me,” said he. “I don’t mind if I do,” said me, And followed him where he led me. “Where go we?” said I. “To a secret place, where no one might spy.” I wondered why. … Continue reading →

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CCC124: Mind The Steps

Posted on March 25, 2021 by crispina kemp

There’s a ghost on the steps. Don’t be ridiculous! But there is, I tell you. There are no such things. It’s a Roman soldier, I’ve seen it. Yea? I think not. You don’t believe me? Then come with me. Now … Continue reading →

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Regent Road

Posted on March 1, 2021 by crispina kemp

We were on holiday, me and me boyfriend, so I had to bring something back. I mean, Mum hadn’t liked us going, said it weren’t proper, but Dad told her to give over and to get with the times. It … Continue reading →

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He’ll Eat You Up and Gobble You Down

Posted on February 8, 2021 by crispina kemp

I’d heared of him; he lived in the hills above our town. “Don’t you go there,” our mother would say. “He’ll eat you up and gobble you down.” We thought him a gobelin or ogre or such, created out of … Continue reading →

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CCC112: Mind the Puddles

Posted on December 31, 2020 by crispina kemp

Prison. What a great way to end 2020. And why? “Ms Carpory, you are charged with the irretrievable destruction of twenty cubic meters of the Universe. THIS Universe. OUR Universe.” But it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t know. No one said … Continue reading →

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Forbidden

Posted on December 28, 2020 by crispina kemp

Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy. “I forbid you,” her father had said. “And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.” “No, … Continue reading →

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The Liminal Bird

Posted on December 24, 2020 by crispina kemp

Alice pulled the wishbone with her brother. “Hey! I get the wish.” She closed her eyes and thought really hard. But what was the point in this blighted nation? “Come on, Alice,” said her brother, “or I’ll make my wish.” “I … Continue reading →

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CCC109: The Glint of Gold

Posted on December 10, 2020 by crispina kemp

“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. “You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.” “But, Dad…” His father edged … Continue reading →

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