100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Lunes – “Sugar Plum Dreamer” #100WordWednesdays #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.


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Tiny princess laughs,

Toes bloodied;

Sweet Ballerina —


You mustn’t eat much,

You’re soft feet,

Will not be pretty.


But you’re talent it —

Enfolds, shocks;

Tears, sweat, soar legs ache —


Shaking; muscled sleek,

No black swan,

Sugar plum waking.


Fair dancer bending,

Lifted high,

Bowing to her dreams.


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100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Saved by A Song” #100WordWednesdays #poetry #amwriting


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.


Credit: Matthew Henry via Unsplash


On the path you get lost ’cause you can’t find —

Your way; no doors through the puddles find sway.

To open, reveal the road; thus, engraved —

With the direction, you’re hunting; rain blinds,

No better journeys exist than chill times —

Where your wet, but exhausted you find ways.

Though angry winds, with freezing sleet berate,

Wandering lost, you’ll burn in your mind —

Slippery trails, bricks steeped in sludge, than trills —

Of harsh winds chiming against grim sign posts;

Metallic melodies haunt, notes crescendo, thrill —

Calling to you, as you pray soulfully;

That your mind won’t panic, but think calmly.

Enlightened, finding Home through the rain’s song.


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Photo/Music Challenge: Sunlight Too #shortfiction #amwriting #dierksbentley


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting PhotoChallenge 200. Also, thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this last Friday’s Music Challenge “I’ll Be the Moon” by Dierks Bentley Ft. Maron Morris.


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“I’ll Be the Moon” by Dierks Bentley Ft. Maron Morris


It begins so innocently a few words a few texts that turn into a few hundred. A few phone calls, and coffees, a few drinks and late night conversations . Tonight my phone lights up in the dark. “Where are you?”

“Just meet me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Kier, just meet for a drink, an hour, maybe two, maybe three.”

“Baby, I’m in.” I rush towards the bar. It’s our favourite place, but our relationship has never gone passed conversation before.

Familiar loud talking and laughter ring as I open the door. I stride into the restaurant bar and your smile lights up my heart. Elation and this feeling that I can’t name rushes through my veins.

You take a sip of your drink beer and saunter over to greet me, taking my cold hands and warming them. You hold your hand up to my cheek, the back of it silk against my stubble.

“Girl, you can’t take your eyes off me, can you?” I’m only half-joking.

You chuckle and lean into me, forehead against my chest. “Yeah, I’ve been missing the sight of you a lot. I keep thinking about you, Kier.”

Your words are sweet relief and our first kiss overwhelms me, and I grip your vanilla scented hair in my hands. Your lips brush mine, over and over. I nip your bottom lip, and the noise in the bar disappears.

I’ve dreamt of kissing you so often. Is it even real? Then, you moan and the kiss elevates, lips pressing and tongues meeting faster, passion igniting in us both. We’re lost in the moment until a familiar waitress taps my shoulder.

“Hey, Kier.”

“Oh, hey, Brandy. We’re kind of busy. I gaze at your swollen lips and prepare to dive back in.

You move away slightly, and I can tell your flustered. There’s enough room for Brandy to squeeze in between us.

“Kier, you want a beer? You haven’t ordered yet, there’s specials on tap or do you want your regular?” Brandy presses her red lips together and wiggles her chest, her scoop neck leaves her cleavage bulging out, but I’m not interested in her.

“The regular’s fine, Brandy.” She smiles and sways her hips, teetering back to the bar in thin heels.

You burst out laughing and snuggle back into my checked shirt and chest. You pull my my head down towards you hand stroking my cheek. Our lips clash, the sparks between us explode and I lead you back towards your booth and your drink in the darkened bar.

We converse, make out like we’re sixteen, and laugh for hours. When your phone rings and his name pops up on your caller ID, I try to hide my disappointment.

You brush your hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, it’s time to go. I need to get home. He’s wondering where I am.

I sigh against your neck placing small kisses back to your earlobe. You giggle half-heartedly pushing me away.

I smile. “Ain’t no one gotta know, please, Mer, one more kiss before you go.”

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Then, your gone, gazing at me behind you leaning against the booth. Your flash your sweet blue eyes at me, sauntering out the door. I don’t think you know how sexy you are, even walking away.

I grumble to myself in the booth. What are you doing? She’s married and it’s going to get complicated. Then my heart decides to comment. It’s already complicated Kier and you know it. You might as well see it through and see what happens.

Brandy walks up to me again, sliding her hand down my arm. She’s young with glossy brown hair and whisky eyes, but she has no substance and nothing on your mahogany curls and plush pink lips. I drink my third beer and imagine you in my arms, somewhere we can both be alone.

A couple of days later I phone you and it’s our first fight. “I can’t do this to my husband, he loves me. We have ten years together.” The years in your voice are audible.

“Did that ten years mean something? Because I don’t wanna be a liar and I don’t wanna be a fool. I hate keeping secrets, but I will if you want me to, I can’t lose you. Give us a chance, we could be so much more than you and what’s his name.”

“It is more. It always has been more to me.” Your whispering and I’m wandering if you’re hiding at home so he doesn’t hear your phone call.

“You’re all I have, he doesn’t know me like you do. He doesn’t love the me from long ago, or the me today. Kier, love me, don’t let me go. Someday soon, this will all work out.”

I shake my head. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t care anymore. “Okay, Mer. I don’t want our relationship to remain a secret, but I will if you want me to for now. Can you do this, juggle your husband and I? Sometime soon you have to make up you mind.”

She’s crying again. “I never thought I’d see you after all these years. I can’t let you go again. It ripped me apart, that’s why I married him, so I didn’t have to think about the hole you left behind in my heart.”

“So, you want to meet up tonight? Somewhere in-between of you and me? If that’s what you want, we can do that. You’re leavin’ me in the dark, but it that’s all I get from you until you end it with him, I’ll take it. He can be your sun and I’ll be your moon.”

“You’re so lyrical sometimes. I love that about you.”

“It’s the truth, though. He has your days, and I have your nights for a few hours. But what happens when the two times intersect? He can be the sun and I’ll be the moon, for now, but not forever.”

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It’s a nice hotel, swanky, and comfortable. Your stretched out with me, our skin grazing and our limbs tangled after hours spent loving. I kiss your forehead, rub my fingers through your mahogany long hair.

Suddenly, a ringtone goes off in the silence. Your phone lights up in the darkness.

I kiss your cheeks and your sweet lips. You bury your face in the pillow trying not to cry. “Gotta go. He’s wondering where I am.”

“I know, but it still ain’t easy. Just tonight, stay longer. Stay for the whole night. Say you eat your friend’s place having a girl’s night after a hard day. Call Liz, tell him you forgot to let him know.”

“Someone’s creative tonight. You must really want me to stay. I want to stay so much.” You smile plush lips brushing mine, before placing your head against my chest.

Your face is streaked with tears and you listen to my heart, before kissing me again, not softly but with need.

You climb on top of me. “One more time before I go.”

But like always our kiss multiplies and tightens the cord of our connection. And hours later, you’re gone, but I’m lying awake in the early morning hours.

My mind won’t stop circling. Tomorrow, she’ll be waking up beside him. She’ll tell him that you loves him, but I know Mer doesn’t mean it. She loves me she told me so. She doesn’t love him at all, she never has.

At night you still see me. We have the whole weekend. He’s off on some business trip. You already told me his had a mistress or two throughout the years. I don’t understand how he could.

You’re lying on top of me and we’re both breathing hard. You pull the blankets up around us as our sweat cools.

“In my mind when I’m looking at him, and when I think of him. I just don’t see us staying together. It’s ten years, it ten years of what.”

I sigh. She talks about this lots. Thinking aloud, attempting to solve the riddle; how to break off with one’s husband when love was never there. When you’ve been lying about loving him for years because of his affairs, but you’re no better, having your own affair.

“I hate this.” I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I have to tell her. ” He’s always the elephant in the room. And no matter what you think, he can’t see you or the false life he lives. But girl, I see you and know the truth.”

“Don’t let this be a secret any longer. I don’t want to be the just the moon; I want to be sunlight too.”


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Notable Quotes: February 2018 Part Two #pinterest #quotes #notablequotes


Good Morning. Welcome to February’s Notable Quote second edition. Please enjoy and hope your special someone remembers Valentine’s Day, or if not, you were able to do something nice for yourself or others in your life.

As for me, I’m busy but doing well. I’m freelancing and doing a writer’s bootcamp on Facebook. It’s also a great place to have your worked critique if your serious writer, writing a short story or a novel. So far the bootcamp is extremely relevant and I love it. TheFacebook group is called: Writer’s World. You will need permission to join. Cheers!

The February theme again is humour.


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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Heart Breaker #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.


Credit: Yinglan Z.


The volcanic crater was a disfigured heart. Chance thought it resembled his own.

“Where are you going?” Chance shrugged. “Going to work for a month.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, no one wants to be alone today, not even me. I could have any man I want, but I chose you.” Giselle’s lively green eyes gleamed.

It was then he noticed the name tattooed on her wrist, within an ombre pink heart. “Who the Hell is Robert, and why’s his name on your wrist?”

“I’ll tattoo what I like on my body.” Chance strode towards Giselle, tilting her chin up so she’d meet his gaze.

“Robert’s the guy you’ve been sleeping with? The one you promised to break it off with, I assume?”

She laughed, grasping Chance’s hand. “We got to talking and had too much wine. Now, we both have tacky tattoos, but you know well Robert’s nothing. I haven’t seen him in a month.”

“You said it was over five months ago?”

Giselle’s bottom lip quivered. “It was, but we ran into each other that once.” He could see her pale cheeks redden; she was lying.

“Robert can have you; I’m done.”

Her eyes flooded with tears.

“I know well your crocodile tears. Don’t be here when I get home, Giselle, never again.”


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I loved this take by James from Powered by Robots. Tell me what you think?

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sun moon tattoo Found at tattoosboygirl.com

John had timed it all perfectly. Renee was at the front reception desk talking with Brian when the flowers were delivered. He watched through the large windows that showcased the lobby as the vase with a dozen long-stemmed red roses (a classic) were placed on her desk. He couldn’t tell what they were saying, but he could guess.

“If you could just sign here, Ms. Stewart.”

“Sure.” She was grinning, convinced that they were from Brian. She didn’t even bother to look back up at him to see the bewildered look on his face.

“Here you go.” She handed the pad and pen back to the delivery guy.

“Thanks. Have a nice day.” He had a good job for the most part, always making people happy.

“Thank you, Bri…” She’d started to stand to give him a kiss and then stopped when she saw his expression. “What’s…

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Collage Prompt: Poem – Quadrille – “Earnest but Deadly” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Sunday Writing Collage Prompt.


Credit: MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie


Strange beauty,

Admired, rejected;

Reflected, introspective —

Burning out of control.

Lovely, sweet,

But if you touched,

Her hand —

You erupted in fire;

Flames her tears,

Couldn’t douse.

She’s earnest,

Desiring closeness.

A friend, a lover;

But some of us,

Are cursed.

To yearn forever,

And hurt those —

We wish to love.


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Sunday Photo Fiction: Cracking Into Place #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.


Credit: Dawn Miller


Danny’s back pulsed and ached. Pain like fire raced through his lower back and centered in his shoulder blades and neck. He had spent the day hauling wood chips for his cabin.

Strolling inside, he sorted through the mail, rolling his shoulders and stretching his back, praying the sharp pains would cease.

Anne peered up from the kitchen stove. “You have all the wood chips hauled into the shed?”

“Yeah, we’re set until summer. I pulled some muscles, though.”

“Hmmm, did you stretch before?”

“It’ll be fine after a hot shower.”

Anne rolled her eyes. “I hope so. You always make fun of my yoga, but it gives me flexibility and stretches my soar muscles. You should try a short video tonight.”

She flipped through the saved videos on the Youtube app on her phone, pausing at ‘Yoga for Back Pain.’ She handed Danny her phone. “Do this video and you’ll feel much better.”

“It’s fine, really.” He kissed Anne’s cheek, setting down her phone.

The next morning Danny attempted to get up, but he couldn’t raise himself into a sitting position, not even a reclined one. Whenever he tried, fiery pain shot through his entire back and shoulders.

Anne gazed at him half-awake, before sitting up. She guided his arms, upper back, and shoulders in ‘yogesque’ movements. The burning pain lessened with a few clicks and snaps as she stretched out his torso.

When his lower back cracked into place, Danny moaned. He sat up, than stood with ease.

Splaying out on her side of the bed, Anne closed her eyes. “Now that your back is good, you can make us both breakfast. I deserve breakfast in bed.”


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On Becoming A Writer: Amanda (Mandi) #GoDogGoCafe #interview #nonfiction


Interview of moi by the awesome BraveAndReckless on the GoDogGoCafe. We are a poetry site, and an online coffeeshop, where you can chill with a tea, strong coffee, or latte. Where you can read some awesome poetry, submit your own, and learn about writing and other bloggers. This interview is part of a series introducing the GoDogGoCafe Baristas 🙂


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Go Dog Go Café

An important part of every writer’s journey is the transition from seeing ourselves as “someone who writes” to seeing ourselves as writers.  We asked all the Go Dog Go Baristas to tell us a little bit about their journey as a writer.  We hope you enjoy learning more about the Baristas and are inspired by their stories.

Amanda resizedWhen you did you start writing?

Lol. Age 4 or 5 on a basic level. But really, as soon as I was 6 or 7 I was writing my own stories. I started journaling in a poetry type format when I was 10 years old and continued that until University where an English prof told me that journaling in the usual sense would improve my writing, so I did a bit with both. I got my BA in English Literature in 2007. At age 23 I had a psychotic episode out of no…

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Notable Quotes: February Part One #notablequotes #pinterest #quotes


Happy February! So, long winter or short? What do you think? Is there a science to this rodent er, groundhog seeing his or her shadow? Why do some see it and others not?

Anyways, now that I’ve made you think here’s the first set of February quotes for your enjoyment. This months theme is humour.


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