I’m looking for guest bloggers! (Round Two)


My Sunday guest blogs have turned out to be a success! I want to take this opportunity to thank the writers and bloggers who were kind enough to share their personal stories and struggles with mental illness, mental illness stigma, or narcissistic abuse on this blog. These personal stories turned out to be among some […]

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Alphas Are Fearless.


A Mixed Bag 2014

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” I’m not crawling in there Julia,”  Kristen stammered.

“Well Kristen, it’s your final challenge as a pledge and you will become a member of the Alpha Sorority House if you stay in that sewer pipe five-minutes.” Julia said snidely.

“If you don’t want to be an Alpha, that’s cool too. Maybe, I was wrong when I thought you’d be a good fit. Alpha’s aren’t afraid. We’re fearless! So are you going to climb into that pipe or not Kristen?” 

Kristen bit her lower lip. She knew she looked nervous and didn’t want to appear weak infront of Julia.”It’s just that it’s a sewage pipe Julia. I don’t want fecal matter all over me.” 

Julia was exasperated. ” You can have a hot shower when we get back to the house. When I was a pledge it was much harder to get into Alpha. I had to stay blindfolded in the woods all night with duck tape over my mouth. Do you want to do that? Or do you want to crawl in a sewer pipe for five-minutes and be done with these silly initiation rituals?”

Kristen looked at Julia who was smiling at her with malice. Was this worth the hazing for her to fulfill her teenage dream of becoming part of the Alpha Sorority House at her university? Kristen wasn’t so sure.

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Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Three Ways To Add the Sizzle to Fiction That’s Fizzled


Excellent post on how to improve your story writing!

 

No protagonist can rise to become a hero by avoidance. Any plot that simply involves a character trying to stay away from something is only partway there.

Source: Three Ways To Add the Sizzle to Fiction That’s Fizzled

NaPoWriMo: Poem – Cinquin – “Unconditional Love”


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And now for today’s (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. I think of the “surprise” ending to this James Wright Poem as a model for the effect I’m hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!

For more information please visit NaPoWriMo

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Let me,

Tell you of her,

Fur so soft, silky, faun,

Course hair ontop, white underneath.

Ears back.

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Relaxed,

In this posture,

One paw on you always,

Rump on your lap, managed.

Love shown.

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On side, 

Lifting leg, paw,

Access given, sweet spot,

Rounded tummy, furry, blissful.

Eyes shut.

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Rub her,

Tummy, circle.

She’ll stay for hours while you,

Worship her tummy soft, peering up,

Brown eyes.

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Liner,

Of Northern Dogs,

Around her mischievous eyes,

For blocking out sunlight, arctic light.

Hackles.

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Raised,

When she thinks you’re,

Threatening her pack, protection —

Her job, in her domain, deep bark,

Incharge.

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Waiting

For her treat when, 

You’re finished with your lunch food,

She receives last bite and it seems more,

Pleased

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No charge, 

Unconditional,

Love a dog shows family,

Cuddling, thanking, and begging,

Large heart.

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Loving,

The way humans,

In her world should love,

Love each other, unconditionally,

So, hard! 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Moral Monday’s Flash Fiction: Grocery Store Stranger


Thanks to Nortina from Lovely Curses for hosting this writing challenge. Today’s moral prompt is: “Never talk to Strangers.”

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(True Story)

When I was three-years old, I remember grocery shopping at Superstore with my Mom. I loved it at Superstore because it had widely spaced aisles I could run in.

I went down one aisle behind my Mom and an old woman who reminded me of my Grandma, asked me my name and we started talking.

Suddenly, the lady grabbed my hand and started pulling me away with her. 

I thought she was going to kidnap me but my Mom was watching and wrested my hand out of the lady’s hand and said, “No, she’s my daughter.” The woman took off.

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Inspire Me Monday Linky Party #77 | Mostly Blogging


Another Great way to share your blog and check-out some new blogs. This lovely lady and her friends, allow you to share your blog on the linkup! Please share 🙂

Welcome to the Inspire Me Monday Linky Party for April 10. We are so glad you decided to join us. Weekly Wrap Up On Tuesday, my guest author explained How to Know if You Have Committed Plagiarism, an important post about the difference between being inspired by photos and ideas and stealing them. On Wednesday, we […]

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Book Spine Poem – “Love Game” 


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And now for our (optional) prompt! I know yesterday’s was a hard one for many of you, although I also was also very touched by the vulnerability and bravery displayed in your poems! But today’s prompt should be a little bit less emotionally involving — a nice chaser for yesterday. Today’s prompt comes to us from Lillian Hallberg. She challenges us to write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem. Some fun images of book spine poems can be found here. If you want to take things a step further, Lillian suggests gathering a list of titles from your shelves (every third or fifth book, perhaps, if you have a lot) and using the titles, as close to the originals as possible, to create a poem that is seeded throughout with your own lines, interjections, and thoughts. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWriMo on their home site. 

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It is said you are The Shadow, and I can’t be One with You. 

But you’ve lead me On My Knees, Into The Fire,

And  now I’ve burned on through.

There is a Bridge but you won’t cross it, 

You’d rather see my Beautiful Burn,

If you truly saw, you’d see in flame;

You’re my Beautiful Oblivion.

 I’m a Beautiful Sacrifice and there is no such thing,

As a Beautiful Redemption for me but a redemption in you, 

You say this is Last Call and I’m Mai Tai’d Up; 

I Caught my fingers on a Rusty Nailed door,

And you promised to be a WallBanger, 

But you laugh at ‘the mouth’ on me.

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Accelerated away you and a crash left me Screwed.

I jumped free falling and ended —

Broken, Twisted, Damaged, and Shattered.

I knew you would try to save me, 

Though we’re both dearly Flawed.

It doesn’t matter I’m Addicted to you, 

Even though you leave my heart Exposed,

What kind of Love Game is this? 

You can’t say you Claimed me; I’m not a piece of land.

This is Hard Love; my soul is Slashed,

Yet I’m lying here Sunkissed by your hands.

Lies you’ll hear, that you’re a Torture to Her Soul (my soul).

You Make Me complete, except when you’re ice cold to my face.

You say Let Me In but you mean Live For Me.

Where am I in us? Are you Meant for Me?

Do you Breathe Me In? Are we life in a breath?

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God is my Salvation, but you take me to Oblivion,

When you Say My Name and I hear it on your lips,

You Have Me — get Under My Skin, and know me.

Will you Play My Game? Need we play games at all?

Maybe, you could call me Beautiful and mean it;

Although, I’m Grey inside.

You could be The Prince, women dream about but —

I’d rather have ‘you’the average guy, 

I’m no Princess either; I’m The Raven crying ‘kaw.’

Unveiled, you see straight through me; 

Ignoring my Hard Limit, don’t push my soul into departing,

Step away from your vastness, leave me the territory inside my head;

I’m already Captivated By You.

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At times I wonder if I am, The Monster in His Eyes

He leaves me Breathless, doesn’t see the green scales beneath my skin.

I’m Forever Consumed, Too Consumed by him, 

Trying to tell him, there’s ‘give’ and ,take;’

Delighting most, when I am Taken by Storm.

He tells me there’s No Takebacks —

And he won’t  Take Me Back if I leave now.

So, I remain Taken and Consumed, 

Feeling all the Aftershock of his Afterburn, 

Still setting me on fire, I’m Hardpressed to be Hardline(d) into his rules.

 I’m Hardwired to be me, burning in his flames, choosing while my heart ignites,

 He Shredded me in Full Exposure, my soul is raw and torn.

He loves me as the flames climb higher, before we’re Out of Time.

Being with him is glorious, rebirth from our ashes;

He Crash(ed) Into Me, and together we’re an Allegiant,

Pursued each other and both of us are Taken By Love; enthralled by the fire. 

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.