Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

The Pancake Threaders Song

Posted on August 13, 2019 by crispina kemp

Heel and toe, heel and toe, it’s over the tallow-dripped boards we go Turn me around, hold me high, mind the pans, don’t want to fry Skip it and slip it and skim the next bit, twist it and twine … Continue reading →

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Skedaddle

Posted on August 6, 2019 by crispina kemp

Incompatibility, Ignominy, Incongruity Jealousy, Rivalry, Malignity Hostility, Disloyalty, Ferocity Enmity, Asperity, Antipathy, Animosity Bad chemistry, Pugnacity, Unpopularity, Bellicosity Irascibility, Irritability, Implacability, Inimicality In other words, we don’t hit it off Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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The Annual Finals

Posted on July 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Kezlia hadn’t been a performer but a behind-the-scenes organiser. Until someone slapped the mic in her hand. Now she took a deep breath… they weren’t there to see her. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Annual Amateur Finals of the … Continue reading →

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The Black Art of Pancake Threading

Posted on July 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’ ‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers. ‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, … Continue reading →

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Pour Me a Guinness

Posted on July 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Merry Christmas Pour me a Guinness What, are you leaving before you finish? You bet, there are limits. But I’m gutted, my heart you diminish What do you want me to do? Grimace? Wordcount 33 Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing … Continue reading →

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Lost: My Mind

Posted on July 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

Down upon the woodland floor Amongst the toadstools thin and tall In wistful whispers for you, I call Seeking your invisible door Lost, my mind, in your enthral. I crawl and slither, worm and squirm Tear my hands on bloody … Continue reading →

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They Misunderstood

Posted on July 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Careless, they accused. But they misunderstood. Not careless, said I, and defiant, stood. Carefree. Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt 14 words: Carefree  

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Shrine or Tomb or Place of Translation

Posted on June 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

I’d made a mistake, I shouldn’t have enrolled on this course. I’d never wrap my head around this alien culture. “The body is then taken into the shrine,” the lecturer continued as onscreen an image appeared of what I’d swear … Continue reading →

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Camelot

Posted on June 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

I dream, I dream of Camelot Of summers when I had your love Of days when with my knights I jested Of nights when in my arms you rested I dream, I dream of Camelot And of the lady of … Continue reading →

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