Tag Archives: Mostly Micro

Misery

Posted on April 15, 2021 by crispina kemp

Mercy was her nameTo the door she cameA nurse, she wore a maskThe look she gave me, I was scared to askIn truth, I didn’t dareDoes Stephen King still live here?

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CCC106: Follow the Rabbit

Posted on November 19, 2020 by crispina kemp

I didn’t expect to find such a thing here Not in my hometown Nothing magical here. That’s why first off, I thought it an underpass. Yet… what was that I saw beyond it? Red? Red trees, red bushes? What was … Continue reading →

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Waking Asleep

Posted on October 19, 2020 by crispina kemp

A nightmare, I know it is I’m LUCID dreaming I can wake from it I struggled to wake I woke in my bed NO! Not my bed I’m dreaming again I struggled to wake I woke in my bed NO! … Continue reading →

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That’s Tantamount to Heresy

Posted on October 12, 2020 by crispina kemp

He said my suggestion was asinine. I asked him why. He said it doesn’t conform to the accepted theory. I said what if that theory is wrong? No, he said, that is truly asinine. But what about that body of … Continue reading →

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CCC96: Wanted, a Kindly Person

Posted on September 10, 2020 by crispina kemp

Grandma’s house. But Grandma was dead, that house was now mine. It wasn’t set in the village, wasn’t easily accessible. It sat at the end of an overgrown footpath, all nettles and thistles and brambles. Grandma’s goat had kept it … Continue reading →

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According to Scientists…

Posted on September 7, 2020 by crispina kemp

George opened his eyes with grudged reluctance, disturbed from his Sunday morning slumber by her downstairs. Who was she talking to, all ‘sweetness’ and ‘petals’? Next door’s cat, most likely. He had told her… and here she’d got it in … Continue reading →

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Grandma’s Feather Bed

Posted on August 3, 2020 by crispina kemp

Remember Grandma’s feather bed? I remember her feather pillows. Remember her shed in the yard? I remember that’s where she did the plucking. Remember the mess when the cat snuck in? I remember we were the ones to sweep it. … Continue reading →

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CCC86: Mr Ed

Posted on July 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

“Why have you shut the stable door?” “Why? To shut him up, of course. All day long, talk, talk, talk. All right when he was younger, when he was earning a crust. But now Mr Ed’s old… I couldn’t take … Continue reading →

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Casper

Posted on June 29, 2020 by crispina kemp

The move was welcome, pulling her out of the depths of hell. And the new place old, built on the ruins of a dissolved priory, was perfect for her. Absolutely right. Until the first night. A presence in the room, … Continue reading →

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Under Cover

Posted on June 4, 2020 by crispina kemp

Kevin bunched up the greasy chip paper, wound down the car window and threw the vinegar-reeking ball into the bushes. “Er, Sarge, what’d you do that for?” “Because, PCW Sharon Toussel, we don’t like our Panda’s smelling of last night’s … Continue reading →

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