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Tag Archives: Micro fiction
CCC180: The Problem of a Wooden Castle
I didn’t want to marry the earl. But my brother had got in deep with him and together they were conspiring – not that I knew that then. I didn’t know until my husband, the earl, threw the keys to … Continue reading
CCC175: Wilful and Headstrong
“Ann! Ann! If I’ve told you once… slow down, You don’t run down these corridors.” “Lady Eliza, if I might make so bold, you are awfully harsh on the child. She’s young, she needs to run.” “Headstrong and wilful, that … Continue reading
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CCC170: So I said to him
So I said to him, I said, I can’t work no ruddy faster. And he said, all hoity cos he’s the gaffer, he said, you’ll work as fast as I say. So I said to him, cos I weren’t having … Continue reading
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CCC169: Little Jack
Jack dusted himself down. His legs were aching, a burn in his calves. But he knew that would ease as soon as he walked. At least he’d made it to here. So much for the nay-sayers. Oh, you’ll fall, they … Continue reading
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CCC161: What Was It?
“Jamie?” Gerald waved his hand in front of my face. I slapped it away. “What?” “Where were you? Lost in a gaze.” “Looking at the…the tree,” I said, hesitantly. “Oh, what have you seen? A woodpecker, yea? A squirrel?” “Er…um…sure, … Continue reading
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CCC155: Lily
Lights Bright sparkling lights Like stars fallen to earth Stars singing her worth. Lily woke up smiling while still in bed Her dream repeating in her head. The stars had beckoned her Called to her from afar Granted her dream … Continue reading
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CCC149: Whistling Sisters
“Stop your whistling,” my grandpa said. And when I turned to him – cos he’d never said it before – he added, “A whistling woman’s good for God nor man.” Was he saying I wasn’t a kid anymore? “Come, sit … Continue reading
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CCC129: Old Man of the Woods
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
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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Tagged Micro fiction, poems, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
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CCC125: Catch As Catch Can
“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