Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Cyril

Posted on April 23, 2022 by crispina kemp

Cyril is the most annoying creature in the whole wide world. Bad enough that he sneaks into my garden. Bad enough that he digs up my lawn. Bad enough that he’s making that lawn into a pitch and putt course. … Continue reading →

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What a Coincidence

Posted on April 16, 2022 by crispina kemp

What a coincidence that Sammi should set us this word for the prompt this week. Why, only last week my brother said to me, “Crisp, you’re good with long words, aren’t you?” “If you say,” I said. “I don’t think … Continue reading →

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Yellow Sausage, You’ll Do

Posted on April 9, 2022 by crispina kemp

As a young child I had difficulty articulating words… until I started school and had speech therapy. It was hard work and annoying for a child of five who would rather be outside playing with friends. Three words/phrases I remember … Continue reading →

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My Dad’s Word Plays

Posted on March 19, 2022 by crispina kemp

My father loved to play with words – a trait which I’ve inherited. Two of his word plays I remember most clearly. He would say, The tortoise taught us what to do. But he’d say it with his mouth pulled … Continue reading →

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Of Eskin and Trade

Posted on March 12, 2022 by crispina kemp

How could they not know Eskin when they purported to be traders? Eskin was the speech of the peoples to the south. True, the Alsime-speaking Himen shared a fringing of land across the sea, but the Himen didn’t trade on … Continue reading →

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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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