Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Can of Worms

Posted on March 5, 2022 by crispina kemp

I found this wand. I didn’t know that’s what it was but my kiddish brain thought it the right word. The markings on it I have since discovered are runes (Nyd Is Hægl. Rad. Wynn Rad Eoh Tir Os Nyd). … Continue reading →

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The Mighty Quin

Posted on February 26, 2022 by crispina kemp

“Dummy!” Melissa swung her eyes round. “Dummy, here!” It took an effort to move her head. She wasn’t doing that till she knew who was calling. “Who are you?” “I am the Mighty Quin.” She laughed, though she kept it … Continue reading →

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Calamitous Cake

Posted on February 19, 2022 by crispina kemp

You know my mother’s favourite saying? That’s a sure recipe for disaster. We kids used to laugh and say the outcome wouldn’t be so calamitous if only she would use one – for her cooking, that is. 36 words written … Continue reading →

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My Father

Posted on February 12, 2022 by crispina kemp

My father, born under adventuresome Aries was hard to please Unlike Capricorn’s sure-footed mountain-goat. When he had a great fortune he would gloat A fortune, note, that we didn’t see Next day he’d swear he would rather shovel shit in … Continue reading →

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No worse than the pox

Posted on February 5, 2022 by crispina kemp

The plague, it was said, caused a worldwide flummox But it was nothing, they said, no worse than the pox Which pox? Cowpox, chickenpox, swinepox? Didn’t they know the pox was a killer? Whether detoxed or vaccinated, nothing could stop … Continue reading →

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First River Crossing

Posted on January 29, 2022 by crispina kemp

To trip on First River’s chalk-rubble strewn bed was considered an ill omen. But Hegrea crossed with nothing worse than soggy shoes and the hem of her alder-red woven-wool dress. Now to hasten home. Away for three years, this was … Continue reading →

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They Seek Him Here

Posted on January 22, 2022 by crispina kemp

They seek him here, they seek him there They seek that scarlet varlet everywhere Up the vales and o’er the downs They scale the towers in all the towns They question players and Shakespearean clowns Through sunny days and even … Continue reading →

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Go Sulk

Posted on January 15, 2022 by crispina kemp

What, you think me your slave? That all you need do is raise your hand and wave? Well, I say not a chance, so just behave Go into a sulk, retreat to your cave. 34 words written for Sammi’s Weekend … Continue reading →

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For Comedic Effect

Posted on January 8, 2022 by crispina kemp

Did you hear what he said? The bloody audacity The cheek, the effrontery I suppose he said it for comedic effect Hurt people’s feelings but what the heck Stir the house into greater hilarity Modern comedians, can’t raise a laugh … Continue reading →

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Little Ted

Posted on January 7, 2022 by crispina kemp

Even though you’re no longer here I whisper goodnight as if in your ear And snuggle into bed And cuddle tight with Little Ted You think me a fool? That I’ve lost my cool? But this you gifted me And … Continue reading →

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