A List of My Favourite Kiss Scenes Currently


1. Grey’s Anatomy Derek and Meredith — Too Many Good Kisses to Count. This video I found on YouTube has a bunch of kissing moments between the couple before Derek died.

http://youtu.be/wi0N-DMfagg

2. Scandal – I’m on Team Jake.  I think Olivia and Jake are much better together, no offence Fitz – here’s a steamy make out  scene when Olivia and Jake take off for an Island, to escape Washington. DC

http://youtu.be/BQUU1R5hinM

3. Gilmore Girls – Rory and Logan – First Kiss. Loved this show. Logan was my favourite. I hope in the upcoming Netflix series Rory ends up with Logan.

http://youtu.be/sdU7u90LzoI

4. 50 Shades of Grey Christian and Ana – First Kiss in the elevator, “F$&! the Paperwork.” 

http://youtu.be/K6hMhJmwsqA

5. James Bond: Casino Royale James Bond and his Romance with his only love Vesper.

http://youtu.be/bU-v3Ygo3VQ

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Just a reminder if you can’t see an of these YouTube videos go into my blog to see them. Thanks

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Also thanks to La Duchesse D’erat for a prompt to do a list about our favourite kisses.


The Most Popular Posts on Mandibelle16 


Prompt: Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

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1. MAC Mineral Foundation and Powder – I wrote this article along time ago. It is kind of shocking it is my most popular post. But I know many women love MAC makeup and are striving to use mineral makeup because it is healthier for their skin. Honestly, I’m not using either of these products now. The foundation is not made for people with oily or combination skin. The powder is a nice finishing powder but I honestly like my Clinique Almost Powder makeup better than this powder. I adore MAC eyeshadow and lipstick.I’m coveting some lovely new shades of light pink they have brought out for Spring 2016. Some of MAC’s eyeliners are alright and the same with some of their other products here and there. But honestly, there are so many other better mineral brands then MAC. But perhaps, I should try some new MAC makeup again, it being so popular with my blog visitors. I will think about it, when I need some makeup again.

2. The Sunflower House – My blog has been growing in leaps and bounds lately. This is one of my more recent stories. I think people like cute love stories and the protagonist Kayla standing up for Gram Janice and her sunflowers in this story. The fact, Gran Janice has a handsome Grandson named Devon for her new friend Kayla also helps. In short, I’m receiving many views for FfftAW from people as the next two posts are also from the same challenge. Thanks so much for reading from this Flash Fiction challenge! 

3.The Lady’s Breakfast – Another Flash Fiction piece from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s. I loved the picture prompt in this piece. There were so many directions I could go with it but I saw the old painting in the back and was inspired. I think the history, of this piece is special and the connection it has to the present day bar is special too. Not to mention, it’s another great love story. The kidnapper becomes the Lady’s beloved. History plus love story plus bar equals a good story. Many people have a favourite place they go for a beer or glass of wine, the history of these joints can be fascinating.

4.A Nice Young Guy – Yet another love story with the involvement of a caring Grandparent — one who has died. Also, I think I wrote this piece only last week, so this tells me the blog is doing well lately. Also, I think the format of this Flash Fiction piece is interesting because Janine finds a letter in her car from her Grandpa. He leaves her a special gift and the story of how he met Janine’s Grandmother. It is a sweet story, how an old car was so important to Janine’s Grandpa and why. You people simply love sappy love stories. You must be fans of Nicholas Sparks too :)

5.The Boss Who Foze – I am excited you guys liked this Sunday Flash Fiction piece. Mostly because it is more of a thriller. Cara wakes up and realizes she is late for work. The story is misleading because you think the story is only about her throwing herself together to get to work on time on a blizzardy day. What’s the catch? What Cara finds after seeing the office is closed for the day — her frozen boss. So, happy this is in the top five. Some of you must have been thinking of your own boss. Lol. ;). Plus, I like to write thrillers as well as the love stories the readers adore!

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Thank you so much anyone who follows and/or reads Mandibelle16. You are amazing and I love that you take the time out of your day to read my blog. It is touching that you appreciate what I write.

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It’s A Love Thing #7…Featured Blogs


From Jacqueline from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales, still more wonderful bloggers.

a cooking pot and twistedtales

For the next few days till my Valentine Shindig, I will be featuring several blogs a day on one post, as a way of showing some love to fellow awesome and supportive blogger friends of mine. 1454511643782[1]

You can share the fun and the love by sharing the party invitation as much as you can. Bring your Bae, your sweetheart, your neighbourlybloggers, your old lady, your old man, even your dogs and cats are invited.

It’s a way to connect with other bloggers and hey, who knows, you might hit it off with someone ;-)

Please share and share alike. Thank you very much.

For today’s features, I am showing some love to the bloggers listed below:

‘Let love and faithfulness never leave you’ Proverbs 3:3

Melinda thank you so much for all your support and encouragement.

Africa Bohemian my diva, thank you for being there.

Tessa you are a lovely…

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Poem: Etheree – “Close.” 


  
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So

I go,

And I try,

Understanding,

You won’t give me up,

I’m an addiction — drugs,

Because I deflect questions,

You’ll return, again asking me,

To join in your slumber, these adult games,

To play until twilight and let love,

Breathe life into my hallow lungs, seduce.

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These twists and turns we tumble down, in a place,

You’d never remain if you only said,

Join me for a bite, break bread — taste,

Swallow, glasses of Malbec,

Wine with a bite, just right;

Dinner, and a walk.

Conversation.

Know me well

Before,

Bed.

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Few

Of You,

Know how to,

Liberate girls,

From thoughts that burn,

Making a woman’s mind,

A confusing place to be,

Relaxation and some talk,

Cease, winding of the wheels spinning; laugh.

Slow the pace, be merciful gent,

Appreciating, discovering, 

Not only for bodies, but minds must mingle well.

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Luxuriate in breathing in her soul, herself.

Listen well and inform about yourself,

Slide into stolen glances lost,

Powerful bonds caught, connect you.

Lips licked before a kiss sought,

Arms at length hold fast,

Minds connect so,

Enthralling,

Remain,

Close

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Hideous Bench


“Oh what a tacky bench,” Violet complained to her husband Wes. “Who would put such an outrageously coloured bench in Hewitt Park. We have to walk by it when we take Snuggles for his walk.”

“Meow,” Snuggles said, struggling in his harness and leash.

Wes sighed as his wife continued to moan about the red bench. The bench was in an ideal spot for him to seat his aching bones and red was his favourite colour.

“Oh my, Wes! Why are you sitting on that hideous bench. I was just saying what an eye-sore it is.” 

“I’m eighty-four-years old Violet and the red bench is a perfect place to rest.” Snuggles meowed and sat on the bench in agreement.

Violet was starting to complain when she noticed Snuggles sitting on a plaque on the bench seat.

Wes moved Snuggles and both he and Violet read the plaque which said: ” In honour of our Grandson, Corperal Jonathan Crest, who died under enemy fire in Afhganistan. Lest We Not Forget.” 

 Violet sniffed and her eyes went wide as she read the plaque. 

“Pretty good reason to have a red bench here, don’t you think Violet?” Wes said.

Violet was speechless.

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Ady
 

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Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

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Poem: Etheree – “Wide-Eyed.”


The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information on Etherees.

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Look,

Wide eyes,

See the glare,

Mesmerized,

Sea salt tastes  — warm air,

What’s  forbidden, hidden,

And thoughts consume illusion.

Enter wide-eyed into the valley reside,

All you envisage in the storming,

Flames of falsehood overtakes all fathomed, burning.

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Chase the thought of memories, churning.

Life is bliss except when concern heeds,

Warning’s powerfully thrall.

Eyes with wisdom; embrace and see,

 Before judgement they follow,

Words the mind made hollow,

Significance points,

Persuaded now,

Of the fall.

Make this,

Right. 

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It’s A Love Thing 6…Some of the men in my blogging World.


More love from Jacqueline for the men bloggers out there :)

a cooking pot and twistedtales

For the next few days till my Valentine Shindig, I will be featuring several blogs a day on one post, as a way of showing some love to fellow awesome and supportive blogger friends of mine. 1454511643782[1]

You can share the fun and the love by sharing the party invitation as much as you can. Bring your Bae, your sweetheart, your neighbourlybloggers, your old lady, your old man, even your dogs and cats are invited.

It’s a way to connect with other bloggers and hey, who knows, you might hit it off with someone ;-)

Please share and share alike. Thank you very much.

For today’s features, I am showing some love to the bloggers listed below:

‘Love is patient. Love is kind.’ 1 Cor 13: 4 – 8

Sir Patrick thank you for your kind support and words shared in my blogging life. I appreciate.

Doug, my appreciations…

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Poem: Wrapped Poetry – “Submersion.”


 

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Eyes beguile with intent to overcome,

Rejections of suggestions some,

Made to scintillate and overpower,

All the reasons you perceived sour,

It feels amazing, transforming, intense to be,

Intent to luxuriate, obscure — I can see, 

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Recount the ways you have immersed us,

In this reclusive place, superfleous —

Time indeed, will banish the scarcity,

Smile, with laughter and hilarity,

Alluring colours scrutinized here laid bare,

You will canvasse the world consumed and make repair.

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Dear one, enraptured night enthrals, 

With daring resource, catch my falls,

Intoxicated, I’m inclined,

Enamoured, focus designed.

To be tender, in your clasp, transported, see clear.

Eyes beguile with sanctity in submersion, love sears.

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16. How Was Last Night For You – Talise’s Past after Ethan, and Future Vengeance on John and Nina.


Read Chapter 15 here.

Chapter 16: Talise’s Remaining Past After Ethan, and Future Vengeance on John and Nina.

“I’m sorry to tell you this Auntie, but Ethan had a mistress whom he had eight children with,” Edgar told Talise. The news broke Talise and she wept.

” I have always loved Ethan deeply,” Talise told her nephews, ” I never questioned his ardor and his faithfulness. I’m certain Ethan loved me as much as I had loved him.”Simon was more sympathetic to Talise’s situation.

” It had nothing to do with you Auntie, not at all. Uncle Ethan told us he did not love his mistress, only the children he had with her. He didn’t feel right not carrying on his father’s legacy. He wanted a legacy of his own, (besides us). Those children are his immortality.” Simon begged Talise to understand.

” The children of Ethan’s mistress are bastards” Talise told Simon and Edgar. Both men shrugged and appeared uncomfortable.

“It’s the 1900’s now, Auntie. Uncle Ethan’s children will have a good chance to do well in life. He made sure they inherited from his shipping company. Some of them work for us. Don’t worry Edgar and I are the one’s who Uncle Ethan passed the company down to,” Simon said to Talise trying to calm her down.

“And of course, Auntie, Uncle Ethan left a third of his fortune to you his beloved wife. You are well taken care of Auntie Talise. We will make sure you want for nothing,” Edgar said trying to placate Talise.

Ethan had resembled many men Talise had heard about from her women friend’s gossip;  he had a second family on the side. Talise was angry with her nephews. She was enraged they hadn’t told her about Ethan’s mistress sooner. Edgar had tried to hide the fact he was laughing at her. He thought she was only acting as a silly old woman. As if Auntie Talise had any say in what Uncle Ethan did, Edgar thought. As he thought about his own wife.

Simon admitted to Talise,”we didn’t want to hurt you Auntie and neither did Uncle Ethan. You were his first and only love always. Ethan wasn’t perfect Auntie, I’m sorry.” Simon looked ashen. Talise had patted and kissed her nephews as she left them for the last time. She felt mostly responsible for Ethan’s decision to have a mistress so he could have have children. Talise couldn’t bear Ethan any children, so Ethan had looked elsewhere.

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Talise faded away from her old life as Ethan’s widow when she transformed back into a beautiful young woman. She travelled the world, returning to the Sirene, having lived a human lifetime, and another lifetime experiencing the wonders of many lands.

She viewed the world disparagingly. She had seen the poverty of children, the world’s factories where people laboured endlessly, people’s wastefulness and destruction of the environment, and she had acquired a vast knowledge of men.

Talise never felt more than a passing affection for any man, next to Ethan. Throughout her long life she valued her magic and what she could do with it. She tried her best to help people in need but so many people needed a great deal of help. Talise didn’t have the power, nor did she care for spending her life bettering the world as Coralia — her Grandmother — had hoped Talise would.

More importantly, Talise wanted to be loved again. She didn’t want to feel she wasn’t woman enough because she could not have children. Thankfully, for Talise the modern world had arrived.

It was more than a hundred years since Ethan and her life with him in the Victorian age. It was the twenty-second century and woman were not required to have children in order to be judged a good wife or to be valuable in society. Feminism had arrived in the 1960’s and it was now 2008.

The city of Adare had grown in that time. The city become a booming metropolis only next to it’s rival city in British Columbia, Vancouver. The same beach Talise had met Ethan on  still existed, belonging to the owner’s of gigantic designer houses. Talise frequented the beach on her return to Adare. To her joy and relief, she had seen John Eric one day as she lay on a towel sunbathing. Talise’s lush body was in a sea green bikini, no repulsive wool bathing dress that she loathed.

“Well what have we here? A gorgeous woman sunbathing alone on the beach. I can’t have that,” John had said to Talise grinning.

“Well you could keep me company?” Talise had flirted with John, removing her sunglasses to flutter her eyelashes and showcase her jewel green eyes. John had looked stunned for a moment.

“What’s your name, beautiful girl?” John asked Talise. “My friends call me Tia, Tia Shell” Talise said arising and posing in her swimsuit as John shook her well-manicured hand seconds too long.

“I’m John Eric” John had told Talise. “Would you like to come up to my house for lunch? I’ve got some beer, wine, or I can make us some margaritas. I have some comfy furniture we can lie out on on the porch.” Tilase had smiled at John and shaking off  the sand from her towel, followed John to his designer home where they had drank margaritas all afternoon and fallen into bed together.

Talise had an apartment of her own then and a job at a clothing boutique. She had many human friends and her mermaid friends in the Sirene. Twenty-five-year old John reminded her of Ethan but she had thought John’s face more honest. Because he was younger, she had thought John more malleable than Ethan. John was also a man from a different time in history, where many men did not mind if a woman took charge.

How wrong Talise was concerning John. John was enthralled with Talise and he was generous and exuberant in bed. But John had dreams for his career and was building a business. He loved Talise but had not considered her wife material. He couldn’t admit to his own brothers that he loved Talise. She had hated John for his betrayel as she hated the part of Ethan that had betrayed her. However, this time Talise could do something about being betrayed by a man she loved — she cursed John in a brooding rage.

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Talise had not expected John to ever break the curse. She observed his life through the looking glass in her cave. Sometimes, she followed John and was near him when awful events occurred around him. Talise ensured these events kept happening. She wanted John to live his life regretting what he had done to Talise and always wishing he’d been wiser.

However, Talise had not expected for John to find a woman who could potentially end the curse. She had planned to return to John when he had come across Nina. Talise loved John still. She didn’t know why she loved John other then that he reminded her painfully of Ethan. She had hoped John would jump at the chance to have ‘Tia’ back. She dreamed John would apologize to her after all the suffering he had endured.

Instead, Talise found John enraptured and in love with a human woman called Nina. Talise had not despised Nina at first. She had sought Nina out attempting to save an unknowing woman from John’s curse. Talise hadn’t thought John would truly care about another woman within a week. Talise wasn’t pleased John was protecting Nina from his curse’s consequences, from Talise’s powerful magic.

Nina had refused to believe Talise’s warnings about John. Nina had become the competition and ended up preventing Talise from taking John back. She was destroying eight-years of Talise’s well-laid plans.

Nina had something Talise had never had, a sweetness and a powerful connection to John Talise had always hungered for. Ethan had been the only one Talise had felt this connection with. Talise had told herself she experienced the same connection with John. But when John had seen Talise at the farmer’s market he was truly appalled. He hated Talise for the curse she had cast on him. John was drawn to and cared for Nina and was protecting her with all his might.

Talise was furious with Nina for her interference, in Talise’s dreams. Talise wanted Nina dead. Talise had hoped a strong wind and a table to Nina’s head would do the trick. It hadn’t work and Talise had faded out of John and Nina’s life while she thought about how to deal with John’s new whore.

After consulting with sea witches who were into darker more dangerous magic, Talise decided she would kill Nina and she would take John’s heart. She would keep John’s heart in her secret cave in a clam. Without his heart, John would do what Talise desired him to do. She would control John and John would be Talise’s slave. For months, Talise had been stewing in her rage.

She had let John think his curse might be broken by not having horrible events occur as they had the past eight-years. Talise had waited until Nina healed. A hurricane was most dangerous when one thought they were safe, but really they were only in the eye of the storm. This metaphor applied to Talise who hadn’t even begun to take revenge on John and Nina. Talise felt this tremendous rage which had been brewing inside her for over two-hundred years. John was going to suffer for Ethan’s sins too, and Talise felt no pity for him.

Through the looking glass Talise saw Nina and John watching TV. She heard Nina’s plan to go out next Saturday, to gather her friend Rainne, and John’s brothers, to try to stop Talise — how quaint of Nina.

Talise was tired of loving men, who couldn’t be trusted. Ethan and John were both not faithful. It was hard for Talise to hold back tears of hurt and anger when she thought about them, especially Ethan.

Talise’s reaction to John would be different then her reaction to Ethan because John was still alive. Talise transformed her magic into something increasingly dominating, dark, and destructive. Talise became exactly what Coralia, her Grandmother, would have disavowed. She became an evil sea witch who would murder Nina and control John the rest of his life.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: A Dangerous Drive


“Where are we Joline?” James asked his wife. Joline rolled her eyes.

“Look, James. Just because you drive most of the time when we’re in the car together, doesn’t mean I’m not a skilled driver.” James appeared skeptical.

“Well, we’ve been stuck in traffic a long time. Maybe we should find a better route?” Joline cast James a withering look.

“It’s Portland and it’s rush hour traffic. I’m following the route the GPS is telling me to take.” James sighed. He was about to say something when their car was rammed from behind.

“Are you kidding me?” James complained. “This is a Mercedes.” He looked behind him to see a white pick-up truck backing up.

“What’s wrong with the truck driver. Why is doing that to us?” Joline asked, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles.

The truck rammed the Mercedes again. James and Joline’s car grew perilously closer to the edge of the freeway. “Let me drive Joline. I’ll get us out of this honey,” James assured his wife.

They were changing seats when the truck crashed into them again. The Mercedes flipped and hurled down to a lower level of the freeway and burst into flame.

The driver of the truck sped off, dodging through traffic which had begun to move. As he drove by, he watched the Mercedes burn with boredom. Stupid tourists.

Roads
Alistair Forbes “The Freeway in Portland.”

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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