The Berm

CCC #128

I travel upwards upon the berm

A rampart of yesterday

What ran through the minds of those who first ascended

As the prepared to enter the fray?

For me it is a peaceful climb

If not but a little steep

But was it like to those who fell there

Causing widows and mothers to weep?


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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #128

Access Denied

Knight, Historical Fencing, Middle Ages, Fight, Sword
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I am the guardian of this way

And to pass by me you must pay

The toll and tribute my lord demands

For he is the master of all these lands

And if you wish the enter by this gate wide

You will find that your access shall be denied

Unless you pay the forementioned fee

And perhaps a little extra for me


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Terror Night

woman in black spaghetti strap top wearing eyeglasses
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“Who are you and where did you get this number?” Nina challenged.

“They call me the Reaper,” the deep-breathing man said malevalently.

“Well you don’t scare me,” Nina said without the slightest hint of alarm.

“And why is that? Surely you know my reputation, and whether you believe it or not, I am right outside your door.”

“So?” Nina queried.

“So – you are my next plaything,” the Reaper snarled.

“I don’t think so,” Nina countered bravely just before the phoneline went dead.

Suddenly the backdoor of her house burst open and a black-clad man in a ski-mask stood before her brandishing a machete.

“So are still confident?” the Reaper sneared.

“Yes, most definitely,” Nina said with out the least hint of distress.

Confused, the Reaper ran his thumb along the blade and said, “We’ll just have to see about that.”

“Yes we will,” Nina said defiantly.

“What?” the assailant said with dismay.

“Yes, we will see,” she retorted. “Didn’t they tell you?”

“Tell me what?” the Reaper asked even more confused.

“Didn’t they tell you that I signed a three film contract?”


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Guard Dog


Dave wasn’t sure about using his mum’s pet dog to guard the back garden after a series of shed burglaries, but she insisted that he would do fine. Fine? This pampered pooch who whimpered when he got cold. He let his emotions dictate his life. In fact, if he was insulted about his stumpy legs and flat face, the dog would mope off and not come back out until he was offered a treat and an apology. Yeah, Snowflake was going to be just fine as a guard dog.


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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

FOWC with Fandango — Emotions