Category: flash fiction
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 525 ~ #Poetry
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The sky blushed a ring of scarlet light Dusk had spread its mantle, the air damp Fright night below, trick or treat Played as in the past A black velvet bat perched on the church roof As the clock chimed midnight The floor inside the nave red with blood The local priest lay spread out…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 524
I watch the game of battleships drop in slow motion Pieces scatter across the carpet I sit, get the young ones to pick up Before the beautiful monster known as my wife Enters the room I cover the room with my eyes Making sure each piece is back in place I chase a fly around…
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Whose Tomb? #Poetry
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There is nothing worse than an empty box, let alone an empty tomb. Who did it belong to, where are the remains? The writing didn’t help much Ideas have been lit. The monk’s thoughts are running like a forest fire. The Abbey is bleeding money The townsfolk have even less They need something to get…
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MLMM ~ Wordle #263 ~ #Poetry
My weltanschauung is no secret I love the world and all its continents I would remove most of the population while I travel to see the sights Leaving my admirer at home He would disturb my peace The trip would end in turmoil Leaving my blessings on my best writing paper On his pillow, I…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #523 ~ No Weapon Found ~ #Poetry
No Weapon Found The air, thick with the smell of iron A blood-soaked drawing Found under the body of a young man Depicting a church. The space around, seemingly undisturbed, no weapon found Time of death estimated at 12 pm News spread like wildfire Murder on one of our favourite beaches Time is a fault…
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MLMM Wordle #261 #Poetry
Mindlovemisery ~ Wordle #261 Through Fields… Hear the wind whisper through fields, beneath carrot coloured skies Sun setting, carrying daydreams To a future world Where mermaids swim in blue lagoons Sorrow cannot enter No need to hide any shortcomings All are welcome You can fly over hilltops, through clouds The weather will never freeze No…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 522 ~ #Poetry
Back Then… Years ago, I watched my dad Smack seven bells out of my neighbour For insulting my mum At that time, dad kept doves Mum believed in elves at the bottom of the garden Back then, we all walked to school, rain or shine Boys wouldn’t use an umbrella For fear of being called…
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Linda, Wednesday…
Sorry that we missed a day yesterday! I wonder what you think of Linda… I found the Rose and Crown too smoky. Pushing open the door, I remembered Brian had thick, blond hair, a crew cut back then, dark blue eyes. Making my way to the bar, trying to look without swivelling my head too…