Tag Archives: Shorts

In Athens

Posted on November 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

In Athens the citizens gathered at the ecclesia to discuss and agree a solution to the increasing problem of their laws. Passed by word of mouth and laced with blood feuds, impossible to track and to apply with justice. Word … Continue reading →

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CCC53: Bobby’s Boat

Posted on November 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Bobby said it was his boat. And I believed him. Never thought he might be stealing as he held the mooring rope while I clambered in. He manoeuvred us away from the bank, he pulled the cord that started the … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Chief Kai’s Canoe

Posted on November 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

Huge, the tree Makonaima made that night; every kind of fruit it bore. Evil, the son who chopped it down. Great, the gush of water that issued from that stump. Immeasurable, the work of Makonaima to gather up the animals, … Continue reading →

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Man, he’s crazy

Posted on November 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

I saw him paddling a surfboard along the Thames. Why? I asked. Surf’s up, man, he said. Yea, down in the Cornish bays. I saw him atop Clifton Bridge attached to a rope. Why? I asked. Bungee jumping, he said. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Seth Boyden, Inventor

Posted on October 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

“And a good God’s Day to you, Nathaniel. And may I say that’s a natty pair of shoes on your feet. Imported are they, from the Old Country?” “They are not! I bought them here in Newark. That watchmaker chap, … Continue reading →

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Wind-wafted Veils

Posted on October 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

The lights shimmered, wind-wafted veils of delicate hues, green and blue, yellow and red, that poured through the star-guarded hole. Aurora strained to hear their song. Her home. 28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: The Lie

Posted on October 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Twenty years he held to that lie. Twenty years and not a slip in his words. Until his dear “friend” died. Told me he was going to Washington to see his mother, who was ailing. In truth, he went shark … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: My Horsehead Fiddle

Posted on October 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

Sükhe regarded the dead body of his once-perfect white horse… and wailed louder than the wind that tore o’er the land. The hand of his neighbour’s lord was in that. All that day, Sükhe wept, his father despairing he’d ever … Continue reading →

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The Mallet and the Egg

Posted on October 1, 2019 by crispina kemp

It is imperative we reduce CO2 levels from its present level of 400 ppm, to 150 ppm. You’re sure you heard that right, Buster? Only at 150 ppm all plant life dies. Yeah, sure. That’s the only way to solve … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Wishy’s Treasure

Posted on September 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Mist-veiled, Wishy sat on the rock and sobbed. Look what they’re doing! Robbing her of her sacred gifts. Who are these men anyway, grubbing around in her lake now the water level’s down? Didn’t they know the curses they brought … Continue reading →

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