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Tag: Grammarian

Marginal – (Weekly Writing Prompt #190)

The difference between marvellous and brilliant was marginal but brilliant alliterated with the name of the product and that worked for her. It was all about putting bright ideas into […]

Delete – (6WSP #69)

If only delete was an option … (Six-Word Story) Post inspired by Swheta’s Six Word Story Prompt #69 – please do click through for the rules if you too would […]

Languid – (Weekly Writing Prompt #188)

Her languid persona was something that really irritated her. It wasn’t so much that she thought her lazy; more that, her sister seemed to keep her figure without having to […]

Niggle – (Weekend Writing Prompt #187)

It had started to niggle, that rather irritating cough that wouldn’t go away – when working in the garden or worse when she left the house.  The brabbling drippy nose […]

Quixotic – (Weekend Writing Prompt #186)

The ballet was just beautiful to watch, so very sensual.  She had never experienced a ballet before. This one was quixotic; it made her eyes leak. (26-Word Micro-Story) Prompt inspired […]

Dire – (Weekend Writing Prompt #185)

The muted muffle coming from the old record player was just dire.  We cleared off the dust inches, changed the stylus, rewired the speakers, to no avail; Pink Floyd still […]

Occult Vault – (Weekly Decima Prompt)

Kismet, fluke, chance, luck or karma, Maybe it’s destiny or fate? On the occult or mystic state, To excuse all of life’s drama, That knocks off kilter, our dharma. Tis […]

Finagle – (Six Sentence Story #130)

It wasn’t that Dad’s handwritten will had no date; it did … Friday February 2011. Hells bells and various other words to that effect. It had been witnessed by Dad’s next door neighbours, […]

Jostle – (Weekend Writing Prompt #170)

Pandemic aside, it’s that time of year, when the great unwashed jostle for prime position on the beautiful beaches here on the south-coast.  While the hoi polloi quaff champers on […]

Unwelcome – (Weekend Writing Prompt #163)

It wasn’t long before Bournemouths’ beaches nearest the two piers had filled with bodies of all shapes and sizes.  It was bound to happen, wasn’t it?  It’d been forecasted the […]

Obdurate? – (Weekly Writing Prompt #161)

Frankie, the grammarian at tonight’s Toastmasters meeting, smiled resolutely.  He was adamant that he would get just the right choice, for the ‘Word of the Evening’ challenge.  He had taken […]

a Muster of Minis

It just so happened that I left Hythe a little bit earlier than planned this Sunday,  the sun was peeping out from behind a puff of wispy clouds.  I was […]