Reading about Mero
Watford: North Stand
At Night the Dead come down to the river
Filling in the Diary
A very small bird, but still a bird
Perishable
What we need most we cannot learn
Gold Cloth
How to we hold on to our soul?
Flags
Now that you're here, when are you leaving?
A Tenth Anniversary
The Sun Breaks Through
BALL
Good Morning, Mrs Tavistock
The red dog roams the hospital corridors
You could come over on Sunday?
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Thurs/Fri Midnight Prompts
Everyone knows, of course they do
A little bit of change
Taliban 1 Our Lot 0
At the end of the day, all things being equal
RUNNING
I go back to the garden, the dark garden
Looks like you took a wrong turn
You asked for a man. You got me.
My mother could not look at me
We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.
From my navel, heading south
GUIDE BOOK
Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker
BREN
Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment
The true function of love
Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts
RIFLE
You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff
A little bit of change
Taliban 1 Our Lot 0
At the end of the day, all things being equal
RUNNING
I go back to the garden, the dark garden
Looks like you took a wrong turn
You asked for a man. You got me.
My mother could not look at me
We have grown accustomed. This is how we are.
From my navel, heading south
GUIDE BOOK
Darkness slides in, the bar lights flicker
BREN
Not far from here, in an old, crusty apartment
The true function of love
Green beans, carrots, nuts and bolts
RIFLE
You forgot how to love me, but not the other stuff
Prompts 0700 Thursday 8th
Mission to Zimbabwe
Archbishop's daunting trip is worthwhile
No longer cuckoo
The party is united behind me
The Mistress
Fingers on Buzzers
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch
Why Teacher loves Thomas
Miguel Who Cuts Down Trees
Four children, fifteen years older
Risen
90% Downloaded
The charms of the female patient
Slide to Unlock
20 Possible fathers
What's between the covers, stays between the covers
The consolations of philosophy
Bring!
Lindsey for Dinner tonight
Archbishop's daunting trip is worthwhile
No longer cuckoo
The party is united behind me
The Mistress
Fingers on Buzzers
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch
Why Teacher loves Thomas
Miguel Who Cuts Down Trees
Four children, fifteen years older
Risen
90% Downloaded
The charms of the female patient
Slide to Unlock
20 Possible fathers
What's between the covers, stays between the covers
The consolations of philosophy
Bring!
Lindsey for Dinner tonight
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Try it!
The number of participants grows.
Feel free to come to Boot Camp Keegan and join us for the rest of September's Flash Blast.
It's free. It's fun. It will expand your writing horizons
Feel free to come to Boot Camp Keegan and join us for the rest of September's Flash Blast.
It's free. It's fun. It will expand your writing horizons
Tuesday 6th 1100
The Good Hostage Handbook
Angels and the Theory of Knowledge
The Art of Being Good
In Various Scenes Unobserved
The small rocks at the base of mountains
BUSH
There is a little thrill in killing
IVY
She sucked his life from him
ACORN
The spade rusts
On the banks of the Twyi
Come, child, see the sun as it moves to sleep
TREE
Your arrival, and I must leave
Allegedly, it's logic
PING!
We try but the rhythm is disturbed, the floor ripped open
The occasional Chinese
I stink, therefore I am.
Marmalade
Translating it back to Welsh
Betty, hush a while, for I have in me a...
Angels and the Theory of Knowledge
The Art of Being Good
In Various Scenes Unobserved
The small rocks at the base of mountains
BUSH
There is a little thrill in killing
IVY
She sucked his life from him
ACORN
The spade rusts
On the banks of the Twyi
Come, child, see the sun as it moves to sleep
TREE
Your arrival, and I must leave
Allegedly, it's logic
PING!
We try but the rhythm is disturbed, the floor ripped open
The occasional Chinese
I stink, therefore I am.
Marmalade
Translating it back to Welsh
Betty, hush a while, for I have in me a...
Tuesday 6th 0710
And so here I am, trying not to listen too hard
A Bad Back
Meet me at Baker Street
up Three Pounds
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
THIMBLE
In my chains, tonight I am singing
LAME
Between the Philosopher and a Hard Place
JESUS
A Cold Wind comes through
Hopscotch
He said, smiling, "Bleed on to the page..."
Joining Birkbeck
Like a little boy playing marbles
A Really Good Idea!
At a quarter-to-ten, they sat down to dinner
Influence
Murder: the Basics
The Smell of Baking Bread
My Beloved Jailer
When it is not what it will be, or should it be
A Bad Back
Meet me at Baker Street
up Three Pounds
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
THIMBLE
In my chains, tonight I am singing
LAME
Between the Philosopher and a Hard Place
JESUS
A Cold Wind comes through
Hopscotch
He said, smiling, "Bleed on to the page..."
Joining Birkbeck
Like a little boy playing marbles
A Really Good Idea!
At a quarter-to-ten, they sat down to dinner
Influence
Murder: the Basics
The Smell of Baking Bread
My Beloved Jailer
When it is not what it will be, or should it be
Monday, September 05, 2011
Prompts Monday 5th 10:40
I am deceiving you
I stood like a God
It is hard to pretend the women are not there
A crocodile, waiting
Come in, friend
Finally, I can feel it. It is turning
BEANS
We know nothing of days like those, nothing
They are my mothers
Her belly long and flat
CHECK
What is it, this beauty?
Look at the sky!
The heifer nuzzling the fence
and even if I could I would not
Wheeling and wheeling above the carrion
I stood like a God
It is hard to pretend the women are not there
A crocodile, waiting
Come in, friend
Finally, I can feel it. It is turning
BEANS
We know nothing of days like those, nothing
They are my mothers
Her belly long and flat
CHECK
What is it, this beauty?
Look at the sky!
The heifer nuzzling the fence
and even if I could I would not
Wheeling and wheeling above the carrion
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Sunday 4th Prompts
It's not how good you are
Logic: A Graphic Guide
Call from Australia
Death of a Nation
Titanium
That changed the world
Year Zero
Killing the Children of Iraq
Truth & Lies
It's how good you want to be
Chaucer's Pouch
A Sort of Theory of Knowledge
Being Good
Eight MILLION Abortions and Counting...
Cower
Crowded by Ghosts
GAS
Piping in the Valley
I have girdled the earth, I have felt the sun
Logic: A Graphic Guide
Call from Australia
Death of a Nation
Titanium
That changed the world
Year Zero
Killing the Children of Iraq
Truth & Lies
It's how good you want to be
Chaucer's Pouch
A Sort of Theory of Knowledge
Being Good
Eight MILLION Abortions and Counting...
Cower
Crowded by Ghosts
GAS
Piping in the Valley
I have girdled the earth, I have felt the sun
Friday, September 02, 2011
Friday Prompts
(There are more prompts at Boot Camp)
Bad Luck Bed & Breakfast
Marco Polo Jelly
I hear the men singing
and Tonic
Bertrand reckoned differently
This is your week
LOGIC
The Nation's favourite suicide
Cagoule in the wind
I have to be up at five
The weight of Academia
Oh father, my father, my father
The Ice-Cream Van
Bread Pudding
How my daps smelt then
Cheese
And so, bed?
Yes, I have a bus pass. So?
Her we go round the mulberry bush
It's all a matter of perspective
McGinty's Cottage
Bad Luck Bed & Breakfast
Marco Polo Jelly
I hear the men singing
and Tonic
Bertrand reckoned differently
This is your week
LOGIC
The Nation's favourite suicide
Cagoule in the wind
I have to be up at five
The weight of Academia
Oh father, my father, my father
The Ice-Cream Van
Bread Pudding
How my daps smelt then
Cheese
And so, bed?
Yes, I have a bus pass. So?
Her we go round the mulberry bush
It's all a matter of perspective
McGinty's Cottage
Thursday, September 01, 2011
September Blast Prompts 003
I stumbled down the stairs towards the singing
Raw Mango
It felt like the world was too large
The Generals
My suit does not fit, nor do I.
Not Losing
The broken window, light bleeding on the floor
PEA
Of white islands, cold, clear sea
I once was six, without troubles
CAMERA
Cattle trucks clanking slowly. Afternoon Heat
DRAIN
There was a fat man there, with a whistle and a hat
So easily doth love depart, so sudden.
Ten Green Bottles
An aeroplane, lights winking, red-green, red-green-red.
BLINK
All that morning, all that afternoon, barely breathing
Nettle
The black maid singing by the line
Potato
Watch Autumn, it does not come, it rises through
A face, and in her eyes, stars
They may not mean to but they do.
Raw Mango
It felt like the world was too large
The Generals
My suit does not fit, nor do I.
Not Losing
The broken window, light bleeding on the floor
PEA
Of white islands, cold, clear sea
I once was six, without troubles
CAMERA
Cattle trucks clanking slowly. Afternoon Heat
DRAIN
There was a fat man there, with a whistle and a hat
So easily doth love depart, so sudden.
Ten Green Bottles
An aeroplane, lights winking, red-green, red-green-red.
BLINK
All that morning, all that afternoon, barely breathing
Nettle
The black maid singing by the line
Potato
Watch Autumn, it does not come, it rises through
A face, and in her eyes, stars
They may not mean to but they do.
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