Tag Archives: Mostly Micro

Will’s Lines Lost To The Noisy Ramble

Posted on September 13, 2025 by crispina kemp

Mother Kemp, ‘tis good to see you on your feet again As I’ve been these past two days Then you’ll ‘ave seen your Will at the Globe yestereen? Got a good part, ‘as he? Good enough. Comes on stage, prances … Continue reading →

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CCC051: Remembering Walter

Posted on September 11, 2025 by crispina kemp

You remember Wally? Walter, William’s son? Face like a walrus? Yea, but lacking the tusks. Yea, right, but you ever get a good look at his teeth. Rotten worse than a late autumn apple. That’s the one. What about him? … Continue reading →

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CCC047: Howard’s Flat Tyre

Posted on August 14, 2025 by crispina kemp

I was scarcely out of the gate when Howard skidded his bike up beside me. Heart aflutter. A thousand insects river-dancing in my cavities. “You going mistletoeing?” I held up the twine I’d use to pull the clusters closer so … Continue reading →

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CCC036: The Grand Declaration

Posted on May 29, 2025 by crispina kemp

Being the eldest, the biggest, the tallest, having the greatest girth, it was only natural that he should be appointed as leader. But that wasn’t a position he wanted. Rather he’d be like the slender youngsters who gathered around him, … Continue reading →

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For The Love of Fair Lady

Posted on April 19, 2025 by crispina kemp

Roger’s idea was fantastico, magnifico. Hidden away while his neighbours tucked their gifts behind bushes, into hedges and under the shed, he later crept out to scoop a basket of delights. A gift for Jessica when next morning she called. … Continue reading →

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A Hunter Did A Hunting Go…

Posted on November 9, 2024 by crispina kemp

“Jackie, boy?” Jackie turned back. “Master?” “Fare thee well?” asked the master. “Very well.” “Where goes thee?” asked the master. “Derry Downs,” the apprentice replied. “The king’s forest?” asked the master. “Aye,” replied his apprentice. “Not to hunt?” the master … Continue reading →

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CCC304: Master of the Riverside

Posted on September 5, 2024 by crispina kemp

Lord Cormy, the cormorant, perching proud upon his pole Surveyed the length of the riverside His. His domain. His to rule. But Lord Cormy was a blithering fool For not a hundred yards further along Hunkered down Humble in attitude … Continue reading →

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Going Once, Going Twice…

Posted on August 31, 2024 by crispina kemp

Timely, he gasped as, flustered, he slipped into the only vacant seat and straightened his hat – the wind had caught it, tugged it and left it awry. For if that bus had been two minutes earlier he’d have been … Continue reading →

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CCC303: Bishy Thistledown

Posted on August 29, 2024 by crispina kemp

“Mama!” Anne rushed into the kitchen to deliver her news. “I’ve got a part in the school play.” Mama was pleased at this, herself a former thespian. “And what part is that?” “Bishy Thistledown. Will you make me the costume? … Continue reading →

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It’s Not You That I Fear

Posted on August 24, 2024 by crispina kemp

Don’t you come near Do you hear? Though it’s not you that I fear A fear that’s severe 18 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Severe

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