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CCC 90: Little Clogs Clatter on Stairs

Fredrik clumped and clattered his way up the stairs. “Come on, Trudie, there’s plenty of room up here.” Trudie wasn’t so sure, but she followed him up, nose twitching and sniffing. “Something’s missing here,” she said after another sniff of … Continue reading

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I Remember Well

I remember well the day we met Beside the turbulent sea With seagulls loud And wind that screamed The surf breaking at our feet Our dogs far away and chasing And your words as nuanced as the clouds 38 words … Continue reading

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Rupert, Princeling Bear

Rupert, self-styled Princeling Bear, looked with disdain on the fashionless hordes that these days crowded the bars and clubs, all regimented in their turn-upped jeans and braces, their Number 1 close cuts, their often grubby t-shirts. They had no taste, … Continue reading

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CCC#81: Johnny Be Good

Little Johnny B Goode should have been named No Good For Little Johnny never did as Little Johnny should Little Johnny B Good, don’t you go near that water But Little Johnny B Good, being at best No Good, ventured … Continue reading

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Fade to Grey

Open to blue, the day is new. Block the moves… approves. Lights. Camera. Action. Fade to grey. 17 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fade

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Rock Star Ryan With Lyrics Forgotten

Rock-star Ryan, lyrics forgotten… Yikes! Couldn’t remember the tune either. 10 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tune

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Grandma’s Wedding Cake

Ellie tore the vines and grasses from the chest, opened it and dug deep to the bottom, To pull out a small package, wrapped in a plane leaf, darkly brittle. Black, the cube of hard pudding. Yellow, the icing, leached … Continue reading

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CCC64: The Elders

“What’s that?” “What’s what?” I nodded at the structure. “Them.” “Oh, them. Them’s the Elders.” “What elders?” “The Elders that were here before we came.” “But nothing was here before we came.” “The Elders were here.” I looked at her. … Continue reading

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Too Old

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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