Three Line Tales: Darkness and Light #quotes #goodreads #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales:

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1. “It was dusk and the light had an ultra-violet quality to it, a final burst of pigmentation as night and day rushed at each other in a clash of colour prisms before darkness finally, inevitably won out.” 

― Karen Swan, Christmas in the Snow


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2. “The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars.” 

― C. JoyBell C.

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3. “But if I’ve learned anything, it is that goodness prevails, not in the absence of reasons to despair, but in spite of them; if we wait for clean heroes and clear choices and evidence on our side to act, we will wait forever . . . [life] . . .  teach[es] me that people who bring light into the world wrench it out of darkness, and contend openly with darkness all of their days; [… they] were flawed human beings, who wrestled with demons in themselves as in the world outside; [for] me, their goodness is more interesting, more genuinely inspiring because of that reality; [the] spiritual geniuses of the ages and of the everyday simply don’t let despair have the last word, nor do they close their eyes to its pictures or deny the enormity of it’s facts; [they] say, “Yes, and …,” and they wake up the next day, and the day after that, to live accordingly.” 

― Krista Tippett, Speaking of Faith. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

One-Hundred-Word Wednesday Flash Fiction: No Longer Lost #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting #100wordwednesday 


Thank you to Bikergurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.

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Cale ensured he arrived at the beach before sunrise. The sun peaked over the mountains in the distance. Then slowly the light crept in to highlight foam capped ocean waters. The light encompassed the night sky, turning darkness into a washed out pale blue accented by a wash of orange. 

The brilliant sunrise continued and Cale felt the welcome warmth in his limbs, humming in  rhythm with the tide. He was thrilled, filled with a buoyant happiness he hadn’t felt in ages. 

Shifting his backpack, he noticed the shimmer of gold dust raining down on him, as his body began to float off the beach. 

A radiant sparkle in front of him giggled: ” ‘Second star to the right , straight on ’till morning,’ right?” He smiled, no longer a lost boy. 

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” Lost Boy” – Ruth B 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Photo Challenge: Poem – La’ Tuine – “Paint The Sky With Love”


Thanks to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie  for hosting this week’s Photo Challenge.


Paint the Sky
Source: Unknown

Paint the sky, it needs retouching soon.

For many ages, night tries killing moon.

Its her way, so you never feel safe; when —

Walking home, paint the sky with love.


Paint the moon herself; light needs less gloom,

Rid the clouds, which shape and form ruin.

Erase them; moon glows softly, romance blends,

Walking home, paint the sky with love.


Shape the moon, may she wax and wane soon,

Carve out her circle; flee now doom.

Dark clouds fading, artist’s rendering,

Walking home, paint the sky with love.


There is a whisper of dawn, orange looms,

But still the night enfolds us in gloom.

Night is long hours, be not so scared; when —

Walking home, paint the sky with love.


Such noises I heard, frightening booms,

Lightening crashed, and didn’t end soon,

I waited it out, dreamt of morn’s blooms,

Walking home, paint the sky with love.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Acrostic – “Be Mine – Beginnings.”


Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.
(Note: You can use the last letter of each line instead of you like.)

See Shadow Poetry here for more information.

 

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Be it so that I am allowed to do anything I want for the day — I’m pretending. 

Entertain my deepest desires, anything I choose would be so, 

Glorious possibilities await my each whim — all things are only a swipe of my finger away. 

I would choose to spend my time with you because when I see you, time stands still. You are the one for me. I know it. The equations told me.

Never for long would we be apart; we could be happy you and I in this dystopian world. In a world where the decision is never truly ours. 

Not that we have long to decide; in our time, we choose are mates at a glance through intricate mathematical equations and raw physicality. 

Inventing our love story through my own creativity and imagining we are more then only strangers with intent to mate. 

Not sure how our personalities will rub off on each other; will we be a perfect match or a couple who rips each other to pieces inside and out. 

Going to hope that one day you love me, that we can be a family like they had many hundred years ago; going to pray you accept me and love me despite my flaws. I love yours, I’m told. 

So, I’ve chosen you by our complicated futuristic mating system, will you choose me and be the one I return home to always. Despite being many ages away. 

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Saturday Night to Life


I use to think the whole world was alive and vibrant every Saturday night. I looked forward to the rush of excitement, the shouts of joy, the laughter, the dancing, and a few drinks (or more). I remembering going out in a big group and loving every single song they played ( because it was my favorite) and taking my poor dance moves out onto the floor with the lights, fog, and other dancers encroaching on our space made around a pile of purses. It was a soaring feeling dancing to a hypnotic beat and loving all your friends — even though there was drama of one kind or another always. I think when the drama gets too much you start to grow up and not put up with a group mentality.

That’s when you stop getting together as a group first and start living other lives outside of school. It’s when you start to develop a career, start to not just hook up but find a lasting boyfriend or girlfriend, it’s when some of your friends become parents, it’s when your friends become engaged and get married, it’s when you can’t stay hung over the entire weekend, and it’s when things start to go wrong in life. 

Some friends you knew in high school or university die or get into serious accidents, mental health takes on a new meaning for you or those around you, and some parents of kids you grew up with become ill. You may stay home or have a job but things change. The glory of life is no longer yours in the same form it was in your late teens and early twenties. Glory comes sitting at the pub with a few good friends some nights. It comes in the birth of a child or seeing your best friend get married. It comes in finding the person you love and staying in together. It comes in lunch with a dear friend you haven’t seen for ages or an elderly grandparent in their 80’s or 90’s. 

Drama changes from little spiteful fights between girls or brawls between guys to real life problems and issues. You feel alive for different reasons, you dance in your car on the way to work, and your packs include people of all age groups. Life changes because suddenly you’re not preparing for it, you’re in it for better or worse. Now you really are an adult with much greater responsibilities, outcomes, failures, resentments, moments of pride, vulnerabilities, and happiness. 

But then some have said we never ever really leave school we just move up to different classrooms, classes, and teachers. Life is a classroom and we are always pupils. What do you think?