Join Momma’s Party!


Here’s another blog party to share your blog and a favourite link at. Stop on by, meet other bloggers and reblog the post or others!

A Momma's View

We reached the middle of the first month of 2017 and I figured I could start a new regular thing on my blog besides the Picks Of The Week and the Tell Me Something Good “series”. From now onward on the 15th of each month I will invite you to come over and party with me. Share your link and meet other bloggers in my feed.

Rules?

Easy:

  • Comment on the post and leave a link to one of your posts
  • Say hi to at least 3 other bloggers who left a comment (visit the link they left and leave a comment there so they know you came over and will visit you too)
  • Share this post with your readers and tag it with #MommasBlogParty

Ready? Great! Then let’s party!!!!

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Blog Promote: Blast Your Blog Post!


Add your link to Jenita’s page to share your favourite/best piece with Jenita and five some other new bloggers too!

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Hey, hey, everybody.  I hope all is well with you. I’ve decided to mix things up a bit, by doing some promoting…meaning, promoting YOU! I’m so grateful to all of my Blogging Community, that I want to give you the center stage…it’s your time to shine, so shine baby, shine!

Rules: Anyone can share a link of their best or favorite post, all are welcome, including my Followers & Non-Followers. (ONE POST LINK) So, gain more exposure, or just share. (Disclaimer: This is a Family Blog, No explicit blog post links please) 🙂

Also, Re-blog & Share this on social media, which also helps you!

In addition: I’m going to start posting my own,”Blog Blast” featuring my Followers! One day every week, between Thursday-Sunday, I’m going to choose & list my Favorite Blogs of the weekto personally blast. So, if you haven’t visited in…

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#ShowcaseSunday: “No Place Like Home” – Mandibelle16 @mandibelle16


A lovely shoutout from the beautiful and talented writer in her on right, Marquessa. Thanks so much girl!

Simply Marquessa

Amanda is well-versed in all styles of writing and she always has an interesting take on prompts, poetry and her fiction. Be sure to check out her blog – you’ll be impressed!

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Thanks toRochelle Wisoff Fieldsfor hosting FF. —— —– It was difficult living on the farm, being cutt-off from other people when there was a blinding snow storm f…

Source: Friday Fictioneer: No Place Like Home #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction – Mandibelle16

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Saturday Mix: Fiction – Riding The Wave #amwriting #fiction #saturdaymix 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday’s Mix 100 Word Challenge. 

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We’re balancing on the train tracks, walking them carefully with our arms held out like acrobats. The tracks start to rattle, at first minutely, but gradually the rattle increases as we hear the train nearing. 

Remaining as long as we can, we walk and balance, challenging ourselves and testing the fates. When the train whistles loudly, we step off. The tracks are clanking and clambering, as if the bolts holding them down might come free. 

The beast approaches and with it comes the wind from the train’s speed and the smoke from the coal fed engine. We stand as close as we can, without it hitting us. 

It’s an electric and deadly thrill when the train rushes past and we’re not even grazed. We don’t fall back, we ride the wave between life and death as it passes. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

One-Hundred-Word Wednesday: Winter Comes #amwriting #nonfiction #100wordwednesdays 


Thanks to Bikurgirl for hosting One- Hundred – Word Wednesday. 

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The frost on the grass is a warning; it heralds winter’s time. It’s sunny and bright walking outside in the late morning, yet I can feel the bitter chill of the snow storm approaching, numbing my skin 

There’s a distinct bitterness in the air and it tastes like freshly fallen snow that doesn’t melt, but freezes your tongue. It’s a nip of coldness which makes you shiver long after you’re snuggled by the warmth of the fire indoors. 

 I know by night, the great pines and paved trail will be frozen and covered in cotton mounds. The frost will becomes a blanket of white remaining until spring seeps into the frozen north. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Notable Quotes Part Two January 2017 #quotes #pinterest 


Well the New Year has come and the first month is half way through. Here’s some quotes to help encourage you! 
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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Stuck In A Moment


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.


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Diana was listening to U2 when she spotted the statue. He was carved out of black marble,  his athletic form highly emphasized.

“Stuck In a Moment” played on her phone and she chuckled to herself thinking this statue was indeed “stuck in a moment” and he would never be able to “get out of it.”

Circling him, Diana examined the statues form from all angles. She touched him, loving how smooth his marble skin felt. She was surprised when her touch sparked a light.

The light traveled through the veins and muscles of the statue from his feet up to his neck, flickering into the features of his face. Suddenly, what stood before Diana was an attractive man.

He grinned at Diana, unaware of his own nakedness. Smiling he clasped Diana’s hand before kissing her soundly. Then, he walked off into the crowded street, drawing unheard of female attention.

Diana continued her own way back to work unsure if what she experienced was real. She couldn’t help but think, the man who had been a statue, gave her the best kiss she’d had in forever.


“Stuck In A Moment” – U2


©Mandibelle16. (20170 All Rights Reserved.

Friday Fictioneer: Poem – Free Verse – “Echo Beyond”


Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.


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Parts of city, no one admits are here,

Only smashed cars, railroad tracks live dying.

Find a fleck of hope here;

There’s not but skeletons, twisted years lost.

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We stare into the crisscrossing of tracks,

Wonder how all the trains never seem lost.

For accidents, no care.

Here is our place, where no one dare go.

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I will always hope,

Wishing there’s more left,

Then empty spaces littered.

I’ll find strength where it hurts,

Will I change our lot?

Someday our names will echo beyond.

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I’m tired of staying in this mishmash space,

There’s more to life than choking on coal dust.

My love, we’ll find our place.

We’re wolves, eyes gleaming, searching for home.

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Bitterness leaves me caught in this valley,

Is still and hot; we’ll move, find our names.

Wolves as you and I,

Our might is large; ignored, we’re crafty.

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I will always hope,

Wishing there’s more left,

Then empty spaces littered.

I’ll find strength where it hurts,

Will I change our lot?

Someday our names will echo beyond.

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“The Cave” – Mumford & Sons


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Published: SickLit Magazine – It Began In An Elevator


I’m delighted to have a piece of short fiction published from a while ago. It’s called: It Began In An Elevator, written for the monthly theme of the same name. Please check my short story out in the link provided. I’m excited to have a piece of short fiction published. For me, fiction is much harder to write than poetry. Although, I love them both equally!


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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Within Each Sip” #amwriting #poetry #3Lintales 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3Line Tales Week 50! Wow!!🍷🎈🎆

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Table set, wild flowers leaning, 

Feast begins uproariously

Wine overflows, company fully tipsy. 

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Each person provided placecard, seating —

Sumptuous meal with —

Strangers, bellies full; dessert eaten slowly. 

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No thoughts, host is devious;

Poison downed easily

Eternal slumber within each sip. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.