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Crimson Creative Challenge #19 #Limerick- Gunfight at the OK corral

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fed up with the hollering and hooting

so with nothing to lose

but their necks in a noose

should either fight their way out or die shooting

 

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WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 19/2019 An evening with Larkin.

F12F695C-3BA5-4FA4-8A0E-D01429E70635Philip put on his coat and hat. With the rather old but still functional library ladder tucked under his arm he walked out to the now quiet high street. Elated, he realised that the clear night sky held the promise of a stargazing bonanza.

Leaning the ladder against the old viaduct wall and ignoring the stark warning, bright in black on the mud-hued brick, he slowly started to climb. After fifteen minutes he found no inspiration so with a loud sigh he climbed down.

He shuffled home to his apartment. The thought of a tumbler of whisky while listening to a jazz record afforded him much pleasure.

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Carrot ranch #99-word challenge March 14: #Flash-Fiction Challenge #chisel

I tossed the small, bronze object from hand to hand. Just lying in the sand, a chisel. I marvelled at it’s delicate, tactile, feel. I was familiar with bronze statues, sculpted, sensual, in gardens or on antique, period tables. This though, was a tool.

I placed it in my pocket, placing my palm on a giant limestone block, one of thousands shaped by such tools. The still bright, painted hieroglyphs telling their stories. Through my translation I realised that this one told of an overseer stabbed to death by a haunted chisel. My pocket twitched and suddenly felt lighter.

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WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 12, 2019 #Tanka

safe in ignorance,

silver-scaled serpent, slumbers

in his snow clad nest,

overhead his nemesis,

pennant raised, prepares his lance

 

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One-Liner Wednesday – Duck!

The ice age happened so quickly we didn’t get the chance to flee.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

CA1DC07D-D188-4ACF-9C50-ADFA10617F91Donovan had committed the unthinkable. Whilst being groomed ready for the North of England livestock fair he had suddenly gone berserk. With a furious snort he turned and kicked Old Bill, the farmhand and groomer. While he lay winded Donovan had stamped upon his heaving chest then thrust his horns directly into Bill’s stomach. By the time they had controlled the bull, poor Bill was dead through shock and loss of blood. These countrymen were superstitious, Donovan could not go unpunished. Custom decreed that Donovan must die and the punishment had to be hanging.  There was one problem, gallows had not been used for many years and the wooden beams would never hold his weight. At once the solution became clear. The old railway bridge. The central girder was strong enough. That evening honour was satisfied. Later in the evening the unexpected ox roast went well.

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MLMM’s First Line Friday: March 1st, 2019

clounds-and-sun-1920-890x510This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. An apt description of Exmoor, an unforgiving place. In one day you can walk through a whole year of weather, warm, wet, cold the whole shebang. It is all part of it’s magic and sometimes mystery.

A young family were staying in Porlock weir, the husband a warehouseman, his wife a part-time classroom assistant. She had returned to work after a two and a half year  break  after the birth of their first child, Millie. It was Easter half term and they had managed to rent a small cottage.

With Millie tiring of rock-pooling and net-dipping every day they decided to visit Culbone church, reputed to be the smallest church in England. Although a long walk, the path was suitable to take a buggy through the woods  along the gently sloping cliff edge.

It was a glorious Spring morning when they set off, Millie well wrapped up but her parents dressed as if for a  Summer stroll. A cloudless sky when they set out but while in the church it began to darken. On the way back the rain started to fall. At first just a few large drops but gradually increasing to a downpour. They had just passed what appeared to be a cave entrance. He took Millie by the  hand and ran back to the cave while his wife  dragged the buggy. A leaflet in the church had stated that charcoal burners used to live in the woods during medieval times, part of a leper colony so they assumed that  this had once been a dwelling. In fact it was the entrance to an ancient, disused lead-mine. This was an industry that was not mentioned as it could be bad publicity for the countryside.

The rain was incessant and after a while where it had been seeping from above their heads it became a constant stream. They were amused when without prompting, Millie made a cup of her hands and started to drink the water and splashing it on her  face. After about fifteen minutes the rain stopped and once more the sun came out. They hurried back to their holiday cottage as fast  as possible ready to change and relax before the journey back to their home the next day.

In the car Millie started to complain of stomach ache and seemed in so much pain that they called into accident and emergency at  their local hospital. After many anxious hours they were told how lucky they had been. Millie was suffering from arsenic poisoning from the water that had seeped through the mine roof. She had been very close to death. They would be prepared for any weather without sheltering next time.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #243 Swim&Float

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Rope around her waist

they will test her by the swim,

please don’t let her float.

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WHAT DO YOU SEE? FEB/26/2019

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At nine o’clock Joshua stirred. Feeling apprehensive about the coming battle he walked out to take one more look at the recalcitrant city. His army, having been camped in their siege positions outside the walls were becoming restless and many were now unsure if they were strong enough to defeat their mighty foe.

He was the only one with true faith and so far they had been unquestioning of his power but he suspected that his officers and men were becoming bored with the inactivity. He stood lonely, leaning upon his staff, gazing silently at the towering walls. The mighty walls of Jericho whose stalwart defenders  had so far resisted any efforts to induce them out from the safety of their fortress, secure in the knowledge that the walls had never before been breached.

Lights glowed at every window and he imagined the citizens, although nervous, going about their business unperturbed by the shadowy danger that lurked in the night. They felt sure of their ability to withstand any length of siege and would not risk leaving the city to join in battle with the enemy.

Joshua turned and slowly walked back to his tent. With a half-smile he decided to sacrifice and pray to his one God. He knew that the answer would come to him before daybreak.

 

 

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Weekend writing prompt #94 #Indistinct

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Circe raised the cloth covering the sphere, there, though indistinct, he saw the screaming face of his wife.

 

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