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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #93-Tight Spaces

Tight Spaces

The alleyway was just too narrow,

Barely enough rom for a sparrow

The thief he did come though,

Yet being rotund so,

Got caught before stealing the wheelbarrow!

 

This silly response is to Christina’s fun prompt for CCC#93

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #93
by crispina kemp

CCC 93

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

An answering photo
A cartoon
A joke
A caption
An anecdote
A short story (flash fiction)
A poem
A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
An essay
A song—the lyrics or the performance
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

Your creative offering is indeed yours
Your writing is kept to 150 words or less
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

For those who wish to know, the photo shows one of Great Yarmouth’s famous rows (narrow lanes or alleys that run east-west throughout the old town.

Let’s see what you all come up with!

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42

Tobacco Road was lonely and long, winding it’s way through the North Carolina country side, with nothing much to see but fields and fields of green. I was along for the ride that hot day in July, and my Uncle Jack kept looking over at me asking, “Are you bored yet?” “No sir,” I replied, “But I could use a cigarette.” We laughed at the old joke as he made his way toward the facility I was to tour later in Stantonsburg, NC. I was doing my college thesis on the global epidemic of tobacco use by teenagers in the US. and wanted to tour this facility so I could present with all the facts. Uncle Jack looked over at me as we pulled in and said, “I’m proud of you kiddo. You will make a difference in this world someday.” “That’s my aim, sir.” I answered.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #37

Paradise

Heading back to the condo for my margarita, my umbrella was already set up and waiting for my return. My beach bag I left on my beach chair since the crowds were thin that day. Once I returned, I set my frosty, delicious beverage in the chair cup holder, rubbed my body down with suntan lotion, and sat back to enjoy my little slice of paradise.

 

Tien inspired me with a subject I know only too well-how to relax on the beach! Thanks Tien

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