Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Hark His Delicate Manners

Posted on September 17, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Ribald, sit,” said Ribald’s neighbour. Young, delicate, he looked better suited to the Church than to battles. But Guy knew who he was, had seen him several times at the king’s court. He was the Breton Count Stefan. “I’m told … Continue reading →

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A Golden Opportunity

Posted on September 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

Just as the previous contract was about to end, I saw a position advertised at the local museum. Here, in Wessex. Okay, so it wasn’t paying much but that was expected; a small museum, a pimple compared with the V&A. … Continue reading →

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Affley Jumped Out

Posted on September 3, 2019 by crispina kemp

Zikes! Affley dropped amid a flutter of leaves and landed hard with a jolt. Yikes! She ducked and dodged the cascading water. She danced. That water was scalding hot. Swirled around, knocked and scraped against the tannin-stained walls, she’d had … Continue reading →

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Too Old

Posted on August 27, 2019 by crispina kemp

My hair grew grey; I dyed it purple. Yikes, my daughter spluttered, you’re too old for that. No, I’m not. I’m vintage. written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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Grandpa Dobson

Posted on August 20, 2019 by crispina kemp

Grandpa Dobson was a tinker Charged a tuppence to mend a pan Mended tools, wrought handles new Sharpened chisels, knives and scissors too Grandpa Dobson was a tinker A carpenter as well Made wheelie-barrows for the men Made dancing-dolls and … Continue reading →

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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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