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


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.


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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. My phone lights up in the dark. “Where are you?”

“Just meet me.”

“Are you sure?”

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

“Baby, I’m in.” I speed towards our favorite bar. Our relationship has never gone passed intimate conversation or eyes locked for eons, long enough to drown in each other’s presence.

Jovial talking and laughter ring as I open the bar door. I find you in the restaurant bar and stride towards you. 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 beer then, saunter over to greet me. Taking my cold hands you warm them, before grazing your against my cheek. Its silkiness causes fire to light inside me.

“Girl, you can’t take your eyes off me, can you?”

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

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

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

“Hey, Kier.”

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

You move away slightly, gripping my shirt, eyes wide. There’s enough room for Brandy to half squeeze 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 against my side. Her scoop neck t-shirt leaves cleavage bulging out. I’m not interested and never have been. I peer at you, your biting your lip, your eyes narrowed at Brandy.

“The regular’s fine, Brandy.” She looks at you and freezes. You roll your eyes at her and she flushes, before giving a fake smile and swaying her hips, teetering back to the bar on red heels.

You burst out laughing and snuggle into my checked shirt and chest. You pull my my face down towards your lips, hands around my back, stroking beneath my shirt.

“Mmm.” I can’t help moaning. Our lips clash, the sparks between us explode. I lead you back towards the booth, where no one will bother us anymore.

We converse, make-out as if we we’re both sixteen, and laugh for hours. When your ringtone, a new version of “House of the Rising Sun” goes off, 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 hate your excuses, but sigh against your neck placing small kisses towards your velvet earlobe. You giggle pushing me away half-heartedly.

I grasp your small chin. “Ain’t no one gotta know. Please, Mer, one more kiss before you go.”

As you walk away and I admire your legs, leaning against the back of the booth. Your flash your sweet blue eyes at me peering back, before sauntering out the door. I don’t think you know how sexy you are, even when you’re leaving me.

I grumble to myself in the booth. What are you doing? She’s married and it’s going to get complicated. Then my heart comments. 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, sliding her hand down my arm. She’s young and attractive with glossy brown hair and whisky eyes, but she has no substance. She has nothing on your mahogany curls, plush pink lips, and your ironic sense of humor. I wave Brandy off and drink my third beer. I imagine you in my arms, somewhere we’re undisturbed.

*****

A couple of days later I phone you and we have 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. You sound exhausted, frustrated, and you’re crying.

“So, he’s cheating again?”

“Yeah, his fifth mistress, that I know about.”

” Ten years, huh? I don’t wanna be a liar and I don’t wanna be a fool, but I hate keeping secrets. For now I will, if you want me to because I can’t lose you. Give us a chance, we could be so much more than you and what’s his name.”

“We are more. You’ve always been more to me than him, even when you left.” You’re whispering. I’m wandering if you’re hiding in the laundry room, so he doesn’t hear your call.

Your voice wobbles. “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. As I said, I don’t want our relationship to remain a secret, but I will if you want me to, right now. Can you do this, juggle your husband’s infidelities and us? Sometime soon you have to make up your mind. A man that treats you like he does isn’t worth your time.”

Your crying. “I never thought I’d see you after all these years. I can’t let you go again. It ripped me apart when you left, that’s why I married him. I didn’t have to think about the hole in my heart when I focused on him; at least until his first affair began.”

“So, you want to meet up tonight? Somewhere in-between where you and I live? If that’s what you want, we can meet as often as we’re both able. I feel as if you’re leavin’ me in the dark, accepting you only as an affair. I want more, but if 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. He has your days, and I have your nights, time permitting. But what happens when the two times intersect? He can be the sun and I’ll be the moon, for now, but not forever.”

****

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

Suddenly, his ringtone goes off. Your phone lights up in the dark.

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’re at your friend’s place having a girl’s night after a hard day. Call your friend, Liz. She supports us, and she’ll back you up. Tell him you had a bad day at work, and forgot to phone hi earlier.”

“I don’t forget to text him stuff like that.”

“Maybe, you do, this once.”

You giggle, “Someone’s creative tonight. You must really want me to stay. I want to stay too.” You smile, plush lips brushing mine, before placing your head on my chest. I wonder if you can hear how fast my heart beats when I’m entwined with you.

You raise your head, your face is streaked with tears and you kiss me hard, not soft but with need. There’s desperation in your kiss.

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

I grin. Our kisses and caresses multiply, tightening the cord of our connection. Later, you’re gone, but I’m lay 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.

****

For over five months now, you continue to meet me some nights. Unexpectedly, we have the whole weekend to ourselves. He’s off on some business trip. You already told me he has a new mistress. I don’t understand how he doesn’t know he has the best of all women in you.

You’re splayed on top of me and we’re both gasping for breath. You pull the blankets up around us as our sweat cools, your head in the crook of my neck.

You bite your lip, peering up at me. “In my mind when I’m looking at him, and when I think of him, I don’t see us staying together. We’ve had ten years, ten years of what? Ten years of lies and deceit, now on both our parts.”

I rub your back in support. You talks about him lots. Thinking aloud, attempting to solve the riddle; how to let your husband know you want a divorce, that there was never love between either of you.

You kiss my neck, then my heart. ” I’ve been lying about loving him for years. I can’t stand all his affairs, but are we any better, having our own affair now? I feel so guilty, but at the same time, I don’t care anymore. He deserves it.”

“I hate this.” I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I have to tell you. ” He’s always the elephant in the room. No matter what you think, he’s never known the real you. He doesn’t see you for you, or the false life you both live. But girl, I see you and know the truth. I see you clearer than he ever will.”

I flip you over, resting on top of your sweet body and my forearms. “Don’t let this be a secret any longer. I don’t want to only be the moon; I want to be sunlight too.”

I kiss you tangling my lips and tongue with yours, channeling my will into our loving making. Between gasps you whisper, “Okay, Tuesday, I’ll see my lawyer.”

My eyes go wide and you giggle, kissing the joyful grin on my face. I tickle you, then my hands make the familiar journey down you alabaster skin.

Later I tell you. “I’m no longer the moon, but sunlight too. I’m every time of day with you.”


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

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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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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Music Challenge/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Way Down Below” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge #photochallenge


Music Challenge #18 by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie is “Way Down We Go” by Kaleo and Im combining with Photo Challenge by NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie .


Credit: Charlotte Gonzalos


“Way Down We Go” by Kaleo


Way down we go,

Can’t lift us up oh, oh.

Way down below, beneath the blows,

We’ll hide our woes and find our souls.

But we may sink in mire as we expire,

As way down we go,

Trying to find life’s flow;

So, love me slow or love me not.

Don’t run me down, down with wild blows.

Way down we go,

‘Cause say we, way down we fall, oh, oh.

Way down together,

Far down below and I respire;

Our breath so close, that lips conspire.

To go down further, disperse our woes,

In life we try to avoid what hurts most.

Tell me, do we get what we deserve?

It’s better when I’ve got your back,

When your behind mine, and you hold me close.

Swaying back and forth,

In rhythm, and life,

‘Cause way down we fall,

Way down we go, oh, oh.

Here we go to the journey home,

Though down is such a far way to go —

We’re not afraid.

There’s nothing gloomy,

When your hand’s in mine,

Electric currents wired;

We hold are flow, the energy grows.

Are hearts on fire, we won’t let go;

No matter that, way down we go, oh, oh.

We won’t let our held hands go,

Your grip is tight and your eyes they glow.

Your lips they lift and your pulse beats mad,

Nothing this good could be called so bad.

It’s tough, sometimes when you explode,

When the down it holds,

When I let go and hide;

But new days keep dawning with azure Skies,

No matter that, way down we go —

We rise to conquer towards the surface,

Way down we go, heads held high,

And I promise you’re the one,

I’ll go to the ends of he works for —

So, way down we go, together into forever.

Digging ourselves out of holes,

Patching our broken souls.

Life’s not permanent so while I have you, we go, and go,

Way down so slow, oh, oh.

To grasp each moment, string it out–

To hold such love and not implode.

Way down we go —

No longer running each other down.

Resting in the hollows, the caves, and valleys,

Exploring the roots and tearing out the weeds.

Let’s say we, go way down, to the garden of glee,

And those happy places we render, and feel free —

When life is way down,

We never let go;

Despite falling down, we go, oh, oh.

Never afraid when we go together, rising through it.

Way down we go oh, oh.

But how wonderful it is to be struggling as one,

Down low, or dreaming of sumptuous flight,

Freedom more than we deserve.


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

How to Avoid Being too Wordy in Your Writing: Clause and Effect


This is some great advice via Ryan Lanz’s blog!

A Writer's Path

by Richard Risemberg

Do you love subordinate clauses? I know I do. And how about assonance and alliteration, rhythm and rhyme? Let’s face it: they can be as tasty as chocolate.

But would you make an entire meal of just…chocolate? (Okay, whoever said “yes” please leave the room now!)

Consider this a meeting of Overwriters Anonymous. My name is Rick, and I used to write overelaborate sentences. Clever and musical they were; there was just too much of them. Frankly, my dependence on brilliant phrasing destroyed my relationship with my early novels, and we haven’t seen each other in decades. The words just got in the way of the meaning after a while, exhilarating though they could be.

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