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Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
The Courtier
Wow! Is this guy the king or is he the king Strutting his stuff in a lazuli ruff Flashing his colours, outshining all others His strident screech with piercing reach Crest held erect In every detail this guy is correct … Continue reading
Hissing Sid and Sexy Sue
It was pure chance That Sid and Sue got up to dance Sensuously slithering across the floor Around them screams, encore, encore Such sibilance, intense pleasure Sid endured 28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sibilance
With This Green Plastic Ring
Timmy waited outside the Girl’s Entrance, his tummy all a flutter. His hands, still damp from their unaccustomed washing, were jammed deep into his pocket. The rest of her class were out. Where was she? Ah! Here she comes, golden … Continue reading
Braving the Winds
It started with a clang A boom and a bang White blankets wrapped around A flood washed the ground Green began to grace the trees Braving the winds that iced the leaves The sun rose strong though ragged and torn … Continue reading
Repeat Injury
Twenty minutes on the garden Just a little bit of weeding It was that one at the back Just out of reach I stretched Couldn’t straighten Return of the bad back 31 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Return
A Merchant So Gallant
The merchant was gallant Though backdated, maybe ancient He was unfashionably dominant Not quite the tyrant But blunt He’d say constant And then add, adamant Not a favourite with the ladies, I’d warrant They looked away to views more distant … Continue reading
Fashion Statement
It’s terse and pithy To encapsulate: short and brief, Brevity’s the word 12 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Brevity
Old World Charm
Lavinia stared at the email open on her tablet with mouth agape. She didn’t understand the rejection. The agency had commissioned her to photograph the award-winning picturesque village of Saxlingham. She had sent in fifty photos specifically chosen for “old … Continue reading
The Castle
They were tourists, obvious with their cameras, and the way they looked into every courtyard, down every alley and lane they passed. They made repeated reference to a leaflet. Finally, they drew level to where I sat with a coffee … Continue reading
His Lemon-Coloured Vest
Beau Jest Was the best In his lemon-coloured vest Improperly dressed Was his admission Without that tickety-boo addition Didn’t matter his crimson spats That protected his shoes from sharp-clawed cats Nor his colourful cravats Without his vest Life had no … Continue reading