Tag Archives: Mostly Micro

CCC#30: A Ramblers Tale

Posted on June 6, 2019 by crispina kemp

Now settle down and listen well, for a rambler’s tale I here do tell: I walked, you see … Through fens and fields in various states, over broken stiles and five-bar gates; I took a break upon a bank (shoes … Continue reading →

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Of Brimstone and Butterflies

Posted on June 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Oh wow!’ exclaimed the camera-cluttered photographer, ‘how am I ever to capture this?’ With his camera setting changed to “burst”—what more could he do—he followed the mercurial mating dance of the brimstone butterfly. 38 words Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing … Continue reading →

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To Spin, or Not to Spin …

Posted on May 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Listen,’ Kerrid said. ‘When you spin fibres to make thread, you do the spinning and the fibres are spun.’ ‘Wrong, Wise-Woman.’ Huat shook his head at her. ‘I don’t spin. If I could do spinning, I wouldn’t need you to … 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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No Denial

Posted on May 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Did you love him? Who me? Don’t be ridiculous. Did you send him that letter? Certainly not. I would not. Did you take the photos? Of him and that girl? No, wasn’t me. Did you tamper with his car? And … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Stones for the Dead

Posted on May 13, 2019 by crispina kemp

Wood is for the living; stone for the dead. That’s the old way. Yes, Papa, but if we keep chopping down trees and grubbing them up, there’ll be nothing left but the ancestral stones. My boy, my boy, we honour … Continue reading →

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CCC#26: Mutton Jeff

Posted on May 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

Jeff strained on tiptoes atop his post. But still no sign of his relief. Do not leave your post, they drummed into him when first he enlisted. And his post was to guard this stretch of coast. Bored, frustrated, he … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Piss-Poor Pete

Posted on April 1, 2019 by crispina kemp

I have a soft spot for Piss-Poor Pete. Born to penniless parents, far from a beach in Northern Territory; cut school early to earn a living; couldn’t find work so joined the army; broke his back vaulting a horse and … Continue reading →

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CCC#18: The Dragon and the Genii

Posted on March 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

T’were green, it was T’were ‘ooge Drizzling teeth it ‘ad, breathing fire But we ‘adn’t no fear, we ‘d not We’d a few bottled-genii in ‘ere. Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #18

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Exiled Son of an Exile

Posted on March 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

Honourless banishment for the father Honourless exile for father’s child too Three years in exile, this son of an exile Remembered always, Erik Thorvaldsson Written for What Pegman Saw

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