Three Line Tales: Fiction – Blips #amwritingfiction #3LineTales


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On these dark nights, sometimes the words slip away; my mind’s a sieve. I’ve ideas but the fog wanders inside, and whatever I try, I cannot define these thoughts; it’s as if my wings are shorn, clipped from flight. I’m a bluebird singing her harmonious tune, while some melodies become ethereal disappearing into the sun, while others trickle onto paper, wet tears searing; somehow I define them in blips.


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

11 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: Fiction – Blips #amwritingfiction #3LineTales

  1. Midwest Fantasy September 17, 2018 / 7:25 am

    I totally understand the feeling you convey in this. A lovely piece on those struggles which are real to writers.Beautiful!

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    • mandibelle16 September 18, 2018 / 11:11 am

      Thanks so much MidWest. I appreciate your comment a lot. And I’m glad you can relate. My minds just felt blank.

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  2. ivor20 September 20, 2018 / 4:29 pm

    Oh, your words resonated clearly for me, and with my box tissues beside me, I am humming your tune.
    “while some melodies become ethereal disappearing into the sun, while others trickle onto paper, wet tears searing; somehow I define them in blips.”

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    • mandibelle16 September 20, 2018 / 4:49 pm

      Thanks Ivor. I’m glad you felt it. Sometimes writers block is so frustrating, eh?

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