Mansions


This story really touched my heart by Megan of an Invisible World. It’s a fitting story for the truth of Christianity, and not what many would believe.

Invisible World

Darkness was the first thing that filled my conscious. Slowly, the darkness faded and light overwhelmed me. A group of shining mansions towered above.  They were made of gold or marble and decorated with amethyst, rubies and other gems.  Even the yards were perfect: neat flowerbeds decorated lawns that were so green they couldn’t have been real.

I knew I was supposed to live in one of the houses in this new place, but I didn’t know which one. The streets were empty except for an elderly lady walking toward me.

“Excuse me,” I called to her, “I’m new here, and I was wondering if you could tell me where my house is.”

“It isn’t in this neighborhood,” she chuckled. “Do you see that house, girl?” She pointed to one on my left sprinkled with emeralds.  “That one belongs to a man and his family who spent their whole life…

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Sunday Photo Fiction:  The Ducking Chair #amwriting #Flashfiction


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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“More old buildings,” Emily complained.”Kill me know, who cares? You’re throwing shade on my life.” 

“Emily,” her mother warned, “I’ve had it up to here with your behaviour on our vacation. You’re sixteen-years-old and this is probably one of the last vacations you’ll take with your family, so suck it up. At least for Trudy.”

Trudy grinned at Emily adoringly. She loved her big sister. 

“Greetings visitors,” A man dressed from the sixteen-hundreds approached the family.” How dost thou like our village?” 

“I hate it,” cried Emily. “If I had superpowers, I’d burn it down.” 

“Art thou a witch?” The man asked Emily.

“More like a b#%*h,” her mom said. “Sorry that just popped out.” 

“Worry not,” said the man winking at Emily’s Mom, “We have ways of dealing with either. We call it a ducking chair. If you survive being drowned girl, than we will know you’re not a witch.” 

“What?” Emily shrieked as two me grabbed her from behind. Taking down the chair they fastened her in to it. The man whispered to Emily’s mother who only grinned. 

“Have thou anything to say?” the man asked. “Before we drown thee?” 

“I hate you, I hate you all.” Then the chair was dunked in the water. 

Emily was scared. It had been a couple of minutes and her lungs were bursting, when the chair was pulled up out if the water.

“Has thou anything to say now?” Asked the man. 

“No nothing,” she screamed, choking up water.

“Very well,” said the man shaking his head. The chair started to move into the water, but she shrieked.

“Okay. I give up. I’m sorry I don’t mean to make this vacation so miserable. I just want to be with my friends this summer. And I hate all the historical stuff we’re seeing, it’s all the same after a while. I don’t mean to be a b$&@h but I have a boyfriend I haven’t seen in four-weeks, and I’m missing all the summer fun my friends are having. I’m afraid my friend Ruth, will seduce my boyfriend.” 

“Ah so the truth comes out. Very well. Thou can go free, but respect thou mother as God himself said.” The man said.

Emily was unbuckled from the chair and soaking wet ran to hug her Mom and Trudy. “I’m so sorry,” she said again.

Overtop of Emily’s head, Emily’s mother smiled her thanks to the actor working in the village. He nodded and grinned.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse – “Heart Song” #amwriting #poetry


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What songs do you sing?

As the evening bell peels, 

What notes make your heart feel real? 

What melody do you go to sleep by? 

The softest and most beautiful voice, 

Singing in your ear, 

A mother to her child, 

Rubbing your cheeks.

What songs do you sing?

As you play your favourite tunes? 

Those remembered from bygone days?

The most popular hits, fantastic or plastic?

What notes invade your mind? 

Parts of a song playing over again, 

Because you love a section so much, 

You could hear it fifty times.

What songs do you sing?

To guide your heart through pain, 

What songs make you heal?

Make you angry and feel used?

Such a brilliance of tunes and melodies exist,

What’s your heart song? 

The one only you and God know,

The most beautiful words, 

Your Grandma used to sing, 

Or your Dad made up for you as a child.

What songs do you sing? 

May they be be sung load and clear, 

For within music we find a soul connection, 

With each and every person alive.

It’s that favourite song on a Saturday night, 

Everyone belts out and sings.

It’s the song of you and your beloved together.

It’s the song as you pass from this life to the next.

What songs do you sing? 

Only you know the vital songs, 

The tunes you won’t forget, 

The ones that tremble out your lips, 

On the brink of death, 

Your heart songs are clear,

In the end let no one ask, 

What songs do you sing? 

For knowing you they will know, 

The melody of your life, your purpose met.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.