Tale Weavers: Poem – Licentia – “Some Magical World” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers


Last week’s Tale Weavers prompt was for us to write about a magical place. Thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting. 

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Credit: Adventures In The Wild

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Place I drift when life hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling.

A magical place where the grass stands high,

Lush ’round my legs, where Gerber daisies spy.

Tipping towards the sun, technicolor,

Bright, inspiring, blue of sky discover.

A hole in the ground or Wonderland? 

Pixie dust sparkling in my hair, Neverland? 

Is this my own magic kingdom I’ve found? 

Place my mind travels inspired profound.

Place I drift when life hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling 

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A magical place where the grass stands high,

Lush ’round my legs, where Gerber daisies spy. 

A hiding place where I often prefer,

Don’t search for me in my valley secure. 

I’m riding raindrops, kissing the sun,

I’ve never had so much freedom or fun. 

Gentlemen here, always decent and sweet, 

A wink in their eye, naughty whispers keep.

They’ll treat a girl well, hold tight if she weeps, 

And if you would like, they’ll love you to sleep. 

Place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling.

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Tipping towards the sun, technicolor,

Bright, inspiring, blue of sky discover.
Gerber daisies everywhere with roses, 

Brilliant vivacity, colors exposed. 

Pixies trailing their dust eternally, 

Wings of lace light night, give hope certainly. 

Everything’s first bloom, so never spurn, 

This place humbles beautiful; with tears yearn

No contacts, surgery needed to peer, 

With clarity of soul, all vision clears. 

Place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling 

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A hole in the ground or Wonderland? 

Pixie dust sparkling in my hair, Neverland? 
Here is my land, I’m caregiver among —

Faeries with animals exotic, young. 
In their best-years forever, conversing —

Plainly; furry adore cuddles, nothing terse. 

A tiger cub sits by me so befuddled, 

When wolf pup becomes part of our den.

When I cheer because each word I’ve written —

Makes sense; stories flow unrestricted

 A place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling 

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Is this my own magic kingdom I’ve found?

Place my mind travels inspired profound.
A comfortable place where I sit typing, 

Art studio where brush strokes have foresight.

Friends visit often, chocolate’s water

No weight gained, eight squares a day should be sought. 

Parties like Gatsby’s with flapper clothing, 

Each night unique theme, we don’t bemoan. 

As if we’re happy drunk with extra spunk,

Able to keep life in moderation’s trunk. 

A place I drift when life it hurts, inspiring —

Ethereal dreamscapes adventures beguiling.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Black Out Prompt: Poem – Black Out – ” Not Roses” #amwriting #poetry #beauty #politics


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Black Out Prompt: 

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Credit: February 2017 INSTYLE Magazine

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Spring collection first shown, standout trends captivate. 

Pretty pink dresses, bandeau tops [are] proposed by influential, 

Femininity, classic ladylike variety reflected, underlying desire.

Creative support for the power and rights [of women], 

At a critical moment, clothes mirror complexity and chaos.

[A] new creative pointed statement, paying tribute, 

[Reminding us] attend the collection, printed with a line —

[It] leans [to] the left, favor[ing us] suffragettes. 

Explicit in making politics known, a reaction to unsettling results, 

 [Women and] fashion imagined entering a [new] season, 

Clothing playing [an] unexpected role, [our] viewpoints, [what] the world wears —

Becomes a political act. 

Interpretation, construeing message of inclusion, 

[There’s an] intention to celebrate women, 

We can all agree, [we need] be attentive and open to the world, to our creativity

[It] reflects our desiresembracing the imagery of strong, 

[What we wear is a] universal language women embrace. 

 [Your] engagement [demonstrates] how perceptions can change, 

Judged the same, we don’t assume shallow or [too] serious. 

Imagine in the coming years [unyielding] support, consider —

A contrary affect; [our] standards represent [our] enormous role. 

Perceive beauty’s responsibility taken seriously, 

Heartening to see interest in lives, so moved [knowing] —

We’re more and [moving forward with all] pioneering women, 

We’re not [merely] roses. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Writing 101: Fiction – Part 3 – After the Plane Crash #everydayinspiration


Today’s Writing 101 prompt is to write on a Tweet. Here’s the Tweet I chose: Twitter Quote


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Please read part 2 here.

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“I’m fine,” I tell Eric trapped in the shower. “Can I have a little privacy. I was only relaxing, the hot shower feels good on my body. I was dirty and sore.” 

“I can understand that,” Eric said. “I was scared you’d hurt yourself on the way to the bathroom. Aunt Tabitha said you were weak and hadn’t even sat up in bed yet.”

“I’m good,” I say awkwardly still trying to cover my nakedness. I don’t know why I bothered. Eric didn’t seem to care I was naked, only that I hadn’t hurt myself.

“Walking was fine, I managed. I couldn’t leave my hair in the state it was in any longer.” 

Eric chuckled and he opened a tall cupboard in the bathroom removing an oversized plush pale blue towel and a smaller towel as well. He hung them over the glass shower. I was happy the glass wasn’t completely see through due to the steam from the shower.

“Thanks,” I told Eric, grabbing both towels and immediately wrapping myself in the larger one. I arranged my dripping locks into a twist in the smaller towel.

Slowly, I opened up the shower door and slipped out. Eric was staring at me with bright jade green eyes. A half smile curved his lips when he took in my appearance.

“You seem better.The shower helped a great deal.” Eric surmised, ” Aunt Tabitha had an appointment in the city, so she couldn’t be here. Turns out it was a good day for her to be away since you have your strength back . . . Do you think you could tell me your name now?” 

I blushed for some reason, looking down at my feet. I needed a pedicure I thought before peering back at Eric. 

“I’m Ashlyn Howard,” I say shyly. I hold onto my towel with one hand and offer Eric my other hand. 

Amused, he carefully takes my smaller hand in his and shakes it gently. His hand is rough and as our eyes met, I feel a spark, a sensation between us I wasn’t expecting.

“I’m Eric, but you already knew that Ashlyn. We tried many times to find out your name in order to contact your family this week. But you were always so out of it. I couldn’t find your wallet or ID in your back pack.” 

“Yeah, I felt caught between waking up in this room feeling awful seeing your Aunt Tabitha watching me, and then I would dream again about my friend and the crash . ..” I explained. “I should try and get in touch with my family as soon as it’s possible.” 

Eric nodded.”There’s no wifi or internet out here I’m afraid. No cell towers or landline. I have a few satellite phones and that’s about it. We can call your parents after you’ve had a chance to change and rest. Do you have a boyfriend you want to call too, a husband?” 

“Um, no I’m single,” I say blushing. Eric smiles a at me. I feel comfortable around Eric I realize,  as if I weren’t standing outside the bathroom wrapped in towels. 

“I heard about the crash. It was in the news papers. I don’t know how you survived two weeks out in the wilderness. You lost a good bit of weight I think and you fainted on my doorstep from hunger and lack of sleep.” Eric explained.

” I remember. Your PA greeted me and I had nothing in me left. Is it true you manufactur hemp products and sell weed for medical usage?” 

Eric laughed. “Um, mostly that is what I do. I have a license to sell marajauna for medical purposes from the Canadian government. Our weed is top quality. So are the other products we sell made from hemp. A beauty line and some other things.”

 Eric changed the subject.” You need some clothes that fit. I had Aunt Tabitha order you some. She has some daughters about your age so she knew what to buy.” Eric remarked, opening a bleached wooden wardrobe filled with clothes.

“There’s bath stuff and cosmetics in the bathroom as you probably saw.” I gasped, noticing on the price tags of some of the clothes, that they were expensive. Hundreds of dollars and more. I wondered why Eric was being so nice to me.

I glanced at Eric, able to look my fill as he stared out the window for a moment. Eric was hot. Dark brown hair cut in the latest short style, mussed as he ran his hand through it. 

His jade green eyes were beguiling and a he had a wide smile made with sultry lips. His jaw was strong and angular and he seemed to have forgotten to shave today. 

Eric wore dark relaxed jeans, rips in the knees, and a fitted Lecoste golf shirt. Underneath, I knew he was built.

Eric noticed me checking him out and smiled at me. I flushed red and he laughed.”It’s good to meet you Ashyln. I was worried you would die, your fever and sickness were quite bad the doctor told us. It was lucky you found my place when you did.. . Do you need help changing into your clothes? Your wrist is sprained and I know you’re covered in bruises from the shower so . ..”

“You looked!” I accused Eric. He only grinned.

“You left the bathroom door open and the shower was glass. How could I not look?” 

” You could’ve pretended not to.”

“Don’t be embarrassed you’re beautiful. Even if you’re a bit skinny right now,” Eric said laughing. 

He was teasing me, trying to make light of the situation. I blushed at his praise peering up at him and for a moment my dark eyes caught his jade ones and locked in place. 

The air between us sizzled and Eric stepped towards me, brushing a long wet strand of my hair behind my ear. My breathing increased, my body ignited. Heat spread everywhere as Eric cupped my face and ran his thumbs over my cheeks. 

I could smell him, a light woodsy citrus scent and man, together overpowering my senses. His mouth hovered closer, I couldn’t breathe. His breathe was warm on my cheek his lips dropping a small kiss there before gently settling his on my mouth. Warm, explorative kisses, pressed against my lips and made me yearn for more. 

I bit Eric’s bottom lip, soothing it with my tongue and he dived in, claiming my mouth still gentle but with a need behind his kiss now, tangling his tongue with mine; teasing the roof of my mouth before sucking on my tongue. 

I fell against him and his hands smoothed down my body to my arms and back. When his hands brushed and massaged the sensitive skin and muscles around my neck I moaned completely giving into what was coming. Eric made my sore muscles feel so loose.

The smaller towel slipped from my hair as Eric’s fingers sorted through and grasped my long brown tresses. “God, you smell so good,” he rasped before kissing me harder, with more fervour. “It’s the jasmine,” I say between biting kisses.

 Eric’s hand lands on my hand holding in place my large towel. I was ready to let the towel drop. Sparks were creating an inferno inside of me kissing Eric.

It was then, Aunt Tabitha came in through the bedroom door, loudly, slamming it behind her. 

Eric and I sprung apart but it was clear what we’d been up to. Aunt Tabitha smirked. “Eric you’re needed downstairs.”

“What?” 

“There’s a phone call for you on one of the satallite phones. Your PA said you needed to take this one.”

“Now?” Eric stared at me, his jade eyes smouldering and his breathing fast. He shook his head, blinking. He gave me a final look and a small kiss on the cheek, before striding out the bedroom door.

I gazed at Aunt Tabitha, the woman who’d been caring for me and I was sure she could see my face was red. She only laughed at my embarrassment.

“It’s okay. Eric’s a handsome guy and you’re a beautiful women. He doesn’t see many beautiful women around here.” I flushed again, conscience I was still in my towel.

“I should get dressed,” I said, “I’m Ashlyn by the way.” 

“Ashlyn,” it suits you Aunt Tabitha remarked. “You know my name from when you were sick, you called out for me quite often. I’m happy to say you appear healthy. But you are quite thin since we brought you into the house even.”

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen downstairs in forty-five-minutes. The kitchen staff will have some filling food which won’t make you sick because you haven’t been eating much but soup.”

“Thanks Aunt Tabitha. I appreciate it. Eric said I could phone my parents too?” I asked.

“I’ll let Eric help you with that Ashlyn. I’m sure he’ll want to spend more time with you and I don’t want to interrupt. But he is my nephew, so be gentle with him. His past was a rough one.” I nodded smiling at Aunt Tabitha, trying to show I wouldn’t hurt Eric.

“I’m just in the room down the hall.” She said, ” You seem a great deal better having showered and um, having having been busy with my nephew, but don’t overdue it. You were pretty ill their for a week.” 

Aunt Tabitha left my room and I turned towards my new wardrobe, sorting through my it with appreciation. 

A thought came to me as I tried on a bright purple sundress, where was I exactly that there was no wifi, cell phone reception, or landlines? I had a few questions that needed answering.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Another World


” Jessica look-up at the windmill,” Caleb yelled pointing above their house.

“I’m looking, where is it?” Jessica said seeing nothing.

“How can you not see it?” Caleb asked. “The windmills gigantic.”

Caleb grabbed his big-sister’s hand: “We’re going to go inside the windmill Jessica, then you’ll see it’s real.” Jessica gave Caleb a baffled look as he appeared to be miming opening a heavy door. 

Then something strange happened, Jessica was able to see what was behind the door. To both siblings delight, the windmill contained another world. There were shops selling odd wares and clothing, apothecaries selling elixirs, and coffee shops filled with human-like creatures. These human-like creatures had eyes and hair in every colour of the rainbow.

A woman with purple eyes peered at Jessica and Caleb. She smiled at the children.”Welcome, I’m Viola, you must be the new children –the humans gifted with magic. Come I will take you to your new home. Your education has begun.” 

Jessica and Caleb followed Viola; they never looked back.

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Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Part 5: Never Again: Kasia Meets Scott (her Dad).


Please Read Part 4 of ‘Never Again’ here.

Part 5: Never Again – Kasia Meets Scott (her Dad.)

(A month later).

Kasia was walking around a neighbourhood in Nice, shopping for Spring. She remembered a time when it was difficult for her mother Jolene to make ends meet.They could afford only items which were majorly on sale, or search for quality items of clothing from the thrift store. Sometimes, Kasia still found an item or two at the thrift shop.

Although, Kasia preferred to buy from La Petite Mademoiselle, her mother’s clothing store chain because of the sizable discount Kasia received, sometimes she enjoyed buying a few fashion pieces at some more unique boutiques. A sky-blue silk scarf and a shiney pair of gold leather heels, were Kasia’s unique fashion finds  this day. Jolene wouldn’t be expecting Kasia to be home for a few hours. Kasia had planned her trip that way, she had someone she needed to visit before she went home.

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Kasia had enjoyed spending a great deal of time back at the Chateau with her Auntie Cathy over the past month. Cathy had shown Kasia old pictures of her Mom,  as well as pictures of Kasia’s Grandparents. Kasia pointed out how beautiful Aunt Cathy was in some of her old pictures. Cathy smiled at her and changed the subject, showing Kasia pictures of her deceased husband Henry and telling Kasia stories of how Cathy and Henry met. Kasia had sipped her wine, while Aunt Cathy talked. She wasn’t paying much attention to Aunt Cathy’s repeated story but Kasia perked up when Aunt Cathy flipped to photographs of Jolene with a handsome young guy. Jolene seemed to be in many pictures with this one boy.

” Who’s that?” Kasia asked Aunt Cathy. Cathy’s hesitation was all Kasia needed. “That’s my Dad,  Scott right?” Kasia exclaimed. Cathy bit her lip and worried it between her teeth. She looked back at Kasia.

“Yes, that is Scott Jeune. Please, Kasia stay away from him. He’s not a nice man. Your Mom never told you about him sooner because he is selfish and arrogant. You don’t need him and his problems in your life. You are still so young Kasia, barely fifteen-years-old.” Kasia listened to her Aunt but in the back of her mind, she was already waiting for when she could be alone and Google Scott Jeune on her tablet. Kasia was going to meet her Dad one way or another, while Jolene was kept busy with meetings for work.

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Jolene had been spending hoards of her time with the owner of the Chateau, Luc Devreux. Kasia couldn’t remember her Mom actually dating a man more than once or twice. Her Mom always came home upset and dejected after the few dates she had. Luc was a fun guy and he made Jolene happy. Kasia couldn’t believe how light-hearted and content her Mom was when Luc was around.

Best of all, Luc was aware of how special Kasia was to her mother. Luc wasn’t outgoing as Jolene was, but he was a dependable and kind. He was the complement to Jolene’s outgoing personality. Luc was helpful, thoughtful, and a good listener. He invited Kasia along with him and Jolene often, but Kasia knew her Mom needed alone time with Luc too. Kasia was glad her Mom had someone to spend alone time with.

Kasia was a teenager and boys her age, were mostly in an awkward phase — even though she was friends with many of these boys. Kasia was often attracted to guys a bit older then herself, to her Mom’s horror. The last guy Kasia had liked had been eighteen.

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Nevertheless, Kasia took a taxi into Nice today. Shopping was Kasia’s coverup story, because most of her time would actually be spent talking with her Dad. Kasia had made an appointment with Scott Jeune, through his assistant. Scott worked at Jeune Incorporated. Kasia had no idea what she would say to him, or if Scott would even believe she was his daughter. She simply wanted to meet Scott, to confirm in person, who her Dad was.

Kasia wouldn’t go as far as saying she wanted to spend time with Scott, after she met him. She didn’t want to cause trouble for her Mom, going to see Scott; her Mom had  kept herself and Kasia hidden from Scott for five-years. But Kasia felt she had a right to know her own father. Anyone, who saw them together and had eyes, would know Kasia was Scott’s daughter. Kasia had seen how similar she appeared to a young Scott in Auntie Cathy’s photographs.

When Kasia arrived at Jeune Incorporated, she checked in with a receptionist and was directed to Scott’s office, to his Personal Assistant. Kasia felt nauseous as she waited to meet Scott, she wondered if she was making the right choice coming to Scott’s office.

The green tea Kasia drank made Kasia’s stomach upset and she jerked when Scott’s assistant told her, ” Mr. Jeune will see you now, Miss Gudroe.” Kasia nervously stood up and straightened her pencil skirt. She followed Scott’s assistant to his office and sat down on a soft leather chair. A skeptical pair of brown eyes assessed her. Kasia couldn’t breath, she was sitting in front of her Dad.

“Hello Kasia, pleased to meet you. I’m Scott Jeune. My assistant told me you say you’re related to Jolene Gudroe. I’m a bit confused; I’m not sure why she didn’t come here with you. You seem a bit young to be attending business meetings.” Scott said smirking. Kasia bit her lip, drawing a dot of blood.

“Well the truth is, Scott, I’m here alone. I made this appointment on my own and Jolene doesn’t know about it. I’m Jolene’s daughter. I’m here to see you because I only found out a month ago, that you’re my biological father.” Scott looked shocked.

“That’s not possible. Your mother and I broke up when we were twenty-one.” Scott said gruffly.

” Yes I know,” Kasia replied. “But she was pregnant and you wanted her to abort the baby. She only told you she aborted her baby. She was trying to hide her pregnancy from you and that is partly why you never saw her in person after you told her to ‘take care of me.’  Jolene kept me. I’m her daughter and your daughter too.” Kasia said, emotion evident in her voice.

Scott laughed. ” How much money are you after Kasia? I know a trick when I see one. You’ll get nothing from me. I hear your Mother is doing financially well, ask her for money.”

“It has nothing to do with money,” Kasia said firmly.”It has everything with me wanting to meet my Dad.” Scott shook his head in disbelief.” Look at me Mr. Jeune, can’t you see we look related. Besides not having your brown eyes, we look a great deal alike.”

Scott’s face had gone white.”Jolene didn’t abort the baby. You are that baby, that would make you fourteen?” Scott said.

” Actually, I just turned fifteen.” Kasia was happy to be a year older and closer to being more grown up.

” I can’t believe she never told me, ” Scott declared suddenly angry. ” What  is wrong with Jolene. You have existed for fifteen years and she never once mentioned you.” Scott’s fingers dug into the leather of his armchair, making indents.

“Well,” Kasia said matter-of-factly, “It’s your own fault Mr. Jeune.” Scott looked taken aback by Kasia’s comment.

“My fault?”

“Yes, I will tell you why. And I will also tell you why you are going to leave me and my mother alone, despite the fact I’m your biological daughter. I needed to see you today to ensure I was right, that you are my Dad. Looking at you I know. The timing of when my Mom was pregnant lines up exactly for when my mother was seeing you.” Kasia explained.

“You told her you weren’t ready to have kids. You wanted her to get rid of me as if my life was worth nothing. You tried to take away her right to choose. But she loved me even at a few weeks old and kept me. She was so hurt and mad at you, you just threw your money in Jolene’s face and said to her to get me ‘taken care of.’ I hate you for that.” Kasia paused, sipping a glass of water in front of her. Scott was rapt.

“My mother wouldn’t talk to you for a month because she didn’t feel she could tell you she was pregnant — you didn’t want me. And you always planned everything for her. You never gave her a say in your relationship. You wanted her to remain a skinny model and not to achieve her dreams of going to fashion school. Then, you told my Mother you wanted her to stay home and have kids and when a kid arrived, you wanted to abort me.” Kasia shouted.

“Not to mention, I’m aware of how you slept around behind my Mother’s back. My Mom only learned about this later. She loved you so much, she would never have cheated on you. When my Mom first told you she was pregnant, you were dating your wife, Katrina because she had money and did what you wanted her to do. You can control Katrina…” Kasia cried. Scott looked furious.

” You’re just a teenager, what do you know Kasia?” Scott shouted. “Don’t talk about my wife that way. I couldn’t handle a kid at that time I was working, building a future, doing my Masters in Business, and trying to keep up with your Mother’s career. She was always travelling. Jolene loved showing off and having people look at her. If I used her beauty to my advantage so what. She used it, why shouldn’t I as her almost fiancé.” Scott said.

“And yes, I’ll be honest with you Kasia,” Scott said lowering his voice, “I’m a handsome guy. I’ve had my share of women. When your Mother was away, I needed other girls to keep me occupied.It’s how men are. You should know Kasia, you’re a smart girl who undoubtedly attracts her fair share of boys. My best advice for you if I’m your Dad, is that ‘boys will be boys,’ Kasia.” Scott said this last part with ridiculous self-assurance.

Kasia thought Scott was a disgusting pig. Not to mention, if Scott was her Dad, she didn’t need to know about him sleeping around at any point in his life. Still, Kasia was curious how Katrina felt about Scott’s unfaithfulness.

“Does Katrina know you cheat on her all the time? Do your kids know you sleep around? Do you have sons you are teaching to treat woman as badly as you do?” Kasia asked softly. Scott didn’t look perturbed by her questions.

“Fair question,” he mused. “Yes, Katrina knows I sleep around. And she has an ongoing affair with a guy she met in Madrid, on vacation. I don’t mind honestly, it keeps her occupied from bothering me. Not that I’m not ‘with’ my wife often but she knows how it works in our marriage; in many marriages. Just as I said, boys will be boys –men will be men.” Scott smirked again, annoying Kasia greatly.

” And your kids?” Kasia asked Scott again. He shrugged.

“I have a daughter who is about twelve-years-old, and when she is ready to date, I will make sure she eventually finds a guy who will take care of her. I can’t help it if the guy is faithful to her, I wish I could. But I’m not a hypocrite and don’t expect different behaviour from other guys when I am not faithful to my own wife. Sara’s mother will help her to understand. Katrina grew up in a world where she learned exactly what men behaved like in relationships.” Scott said matter-of-factly.

“I have two boys as well. They are young yet, but I imagine they will be a chip off the old block; I was. Does that answer your questions Kasia?” Kasia was tired and Scott made her feel disgusted about all men. She  hoped they weren’t all like Scott, or his Dad — her paternal Grandpa.

“You are awful Scott. I’m glad I never knew you were my Dad before this month. You’re supposed to be faithful to the person you marry, it’s a partnership. You don’t sleep around because you are supposed to love your spouse and be honest with them. Your view of marriage is screwed up Scott. ‘Boys will be boys,’ is a pitiful excuse you use to get away with being a coward and man-whore. No wonder Katrina has a long standing affair with another man. He’s probably treats her the way you should be treating her.” Kasia said angrily.

” My Mom always thought you were her ‘one and only.’ Then you tried to make her get an abortion. You dumped her two-months later. She never got over you and whenever she tried, you would contact her trying to hook-up and have an affair with her. She could never heal because you wouldn’t let her be. My Mom thought for the longest time she would only love you for life. But she was wrong, she is seeing someone now and he’s nothing like you, and I’m so glad.”

“Who’s she seeing?” Scott asked, “She still loves me. Jolene always will, this guy is only the newest model. Jolene was as much of a whore as I was.” Kasia shook her head in disgust at Scott’s jealousy and lies. She stood up and held out her hand. Scott appeared confused but he shook Kasia’s offered hand. His touch gave Kasia chills.

“Nice to meet you, mon pere, now stay the hell away from my Mom and me. Jolene hates you and so do I.  I understand why my Mom never told me about you, she was ashamed of you. You are an ass and I never want to speak to you again and I want nothing from you. Don’t contact us ever.” Kasia screamed the last part and Scott was taken aback at her fury.

“Wait Kasia…” Scott tried to reason with her, ” you’re my daughter, you can’t introduce yourself and then tell me to leave you alone.” Kasia was already striding out of Scott’s office.

” I just did,” Kasia replied giving Scott the appropriate finger.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Fall/Winter Wardrobe 2015/2016


I have chosen a bunch of pieces from some of the clothing stores I regularly shop at that I view as key wardrobe pieces for the rest of fall and winter. I hope you enjoy them and find that they build a great variety of clothes you can pull out from your closet and wear with anything.

  1.   I love Banana Republic, especially shopping online. They always have sales anywhere from 25% to 50% off depending on the time of year. I find that their clothes fit well and are made nicely. They don’t shrink or fade easily after being washed. You can go to Banana Republic at your local mall or you can visit: http://www.bananarepublic.ca or http://www.bananarepublic.com.
    www.bananarepublic.ca A great gray peacoat, goes perfectly with all your clothes, and keeps you warm!
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    A great gray pea coat, goes perfectly with all your clothes, and keeps you warm!
    www.bananarepublic.ca The best fitting black pant at a fashionable ankle length.
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    The best fitting black pant at a fashionable ankle length.
    www.bananarepublic.ca The modern take on a blazer, throw this over your dress pants and blouse instead! Or wear it with jeans and a cozy shirt on the weekend!
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    The modern take on a blazer, throw this over your dress pants and blouse instead! Or wear it with jeans and a cozy shirt on the weekend!
    www.bananarepublic.ca A sleeveless silk blouse in the color of wine goes from work to after hours.
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    A sleeveless silk blouse in the color of wine goes from work to after hours.
    www.bananarepublic.ca A bright cashmere blend sweater in a lovely pink, is bright and cheery.
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    A bright cashmere blend sweater in a lovely pink, is bright and cheery.
    www.bananarepublic.ca Or choose a nice lacey black blouse to keep things all  black but tasteful.
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    Or choose a nice lacy black blouse to keep things all black but tasteful.
    www.bananarepublic.ca A fancy skirt could become casual, depends on what you wear it with. Maybe some opaque tights and a cute sweater.
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    A fancy skirt could become casual, depends on what you wear it with. Maybe some opaque tights and a cute sweater.

    www.bananarepublic.ca This stunning little black dress with a flirty hem is good for the evening or with a blazer at the office.
    http://www.bananarepublic.ca
    This stunning little black dress with a flirty hem is good for the evening or with a blazer at the office.

Another favorite store of mind, that you can find some more interesting and less basic pieces is Anthropologie. They always have interesting, colorful, and fun clothing. About once a month they will have 15% to 20% and/or will have free shipping. You can also visit Anthropologie at your local mall or http://www.anthropologie.com.

www.anthropologie.com Everyone needs a reboot for jeans. The best ones are dark washed and can be worn anytime.
http://www.anthropologie.com
Everyone needs a reboot for jeans. The best ones are dark washed and can be worn anytime.
www.anthropologie.com A fitted peplum is divine, especially in navy. Where it work or out.
http://www.anthropologie.com
A fitted peplum is divine, especially in navy. Where it work or out.
www.anthropologie.com Another nice long sweater in beautiful light blue, keeps things bright and cozy.
http://www.anthropologie.com
Another nice long sweater in beautiful light blue, keeps things bright and cozy.
www.anthroplogie.com A sweater dress is always comfortable and looks wonderful on most anybody, in a color that is really in teal green.
http://www.anthroplogie.com
A sweater dress is always comfortable and looks wonderful on most anybody, in a color that is really in teal green.
www.anthropologie.com Just to get a little funky a skirt that is calf length with pink polka dots. Dress it down or up, but this skirt is sure to give a pop of playful.
http://www.anthropologie.com
Just to get a little funky a skirt that is calf length with pink polka dots. Dress it down or up, but this skirt is sure to give a pop of playful.
www.eberjey.com I snuck these warm pj's in from my favorite pj place eberjey, often anthropologie will carry some of their line, but they are so cute!
http://www.eberjey.com
I snuck these warm pj’s in from my favorite pj place eberjey, often anthropologie will carry some of their line, and they are so cute!

The last place I have chosen to show you goods from is a local company to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Poppy Barley custom make boots and shoes and ship all over the world. They are one of the first companies to make boots for people with wide or narrow calves or other shoe issues. Their foot wear is an investment, but worth the price for custom boots (for example) that will last a long time. You can visit them down at Whyte Ave in Edmonton, AB Canada or at http://www.poppybarely.com.

www.poppybarley.com A great pair of flat boots is a must, these are lovely in gray, but they're all sold out. Try them in another colour perhaps, merlot!
http://www.poppybarley.com
A great pair of flat boots is a must, these are lovely in gray, but they’re all sold out. Try them in another colour perhaps, Merlot!
www.poppybarley.com The perfect little bootie and it's lace up. Goes nice with skirts or pants alike.
http://www.poppybarley.com
The perfect little bootie and it’s lace up. Goes nice with skirts or pants alike.
www.poppybarley.com Every women needs that sexy pair of black boots. These ones are great half leather/half suede. The heel height is perfect and a little thicker for stability.
http://www.poppybarley.com
Every woman needs that sexy pair of black boots. These are great half leather/half suede. The heel height is perfect and a little thicker for stability.
www.poppybarley.com Something in Merlot, another bootie, this one a little bit more for the weekend or casual Friday.
http://www.poppybarley.com
Something in Merlot, another bootie, this one a little bit more for the weekend or casual Friday.
www.poppybarley.com A nice and funky flat shoe that covers your foot but looks great with most anything; especially due to the hint of snake skin.
http://www.poppybarley.com
A nice and funky flat shoe that covers your foot but looks great with most anything; especially due to the hint of snake-skin.

So, what do you think of my fashion picks? What are your favourite pieces? And what am I missing? Thanks and have a Happy Halloween!

Where The Skeleton’s Live


Bringing usual objects to life … trying again, correctly this time with prompt #4.

My closet is bursting. It is as full as a graveyard even though I go through it seasonally. There is a rainbow of colour in my closet spread out between thin boned arms that always seem to crack and break.

The creakybones rattle when I go in my closet to choose something to wear. I can feel the dust of the oldest bones between my pale ghostly skin itching up the material of my clothes. I wonder why skeletons would reside as such interlopers in my closet. Haven’t they got better places to rot and turn to dust then between my favourite blouse and skirt?

These ancient bones they wouldn’t care if they were still dripping wet on the secrets I hide in my closet. They’ve thrown their ghastly juices upon scrapbook albums from my good old university days, albums my nieces and nephews will see when their old enough. Auntie drinking to much Vodka Slime. The skeletons would probably love Vodka Slime. It’s a drink right up a skeletons alley. Enough vodka to rot your guts out with just a twist of lime and a small amount of 7up. Those are probably what these dry bones thirst for, slime.

It’s the shoes I get upset about. Skeletal limbs scratching back and forth on my first pair of deep patent red stiletto pumps. Some association with the pints of blood that use to flow through veins and and work through muscle. But they love to scrape a sequin off my sequinned silver stiletto pumps or to tear the silky material on those flowered purple pumps I’ve never worn yet. They like the cacophony of sounds bones make against shoes possibly because of the association of soles (souls) and feet. They haven’t got either you see so they go after what they miss the most.

They’ve no place to walk these days and nothing to see through gaping eye holes. They have nothing to grin at through toothy smiles. The bones just sway there, holding up my boxes, my clothing, and violating my shoes. They hang between my clothes and I inhale dust in the air like smoke.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. At least my skeletons were never burnt to charcoal, into small fragments of bone. They have no marrow my bones, I doubt they ever did. It’s too long ago to tell that they had a core full of life. But I take care as I said to make sure they are never covered in rags, or never serve as shelves to tattered leggings.

I leave my closet open at night just so I can see what the skeletons are doing in there swaying and cracking. Sometimes I hear the whisper of song, these dry bones are gonna rise up, these brittle bones…But I think skeletons make you imagine things. They make you hallucinate what was never even real, at least in an explainable sense. But they are my skeletons, my past. And the past is the best indicator of where you’re going.

Truth: we are all going where these skeletons have gone, they are just bones ready to be pushed back into the crypt at the bottom of my closet. In reality, there are more skeletons waiting to get their quivering tarsals ( or is it metatarsals) on my clothing, fresh, juicy ones.

But the skeletons I hate the most are only dust and coat the baseboards outside my closet door. They build up powdery white and dirty the carpet like chalk. I think that if even skeletons can be dust they still exist and can never be fully forgotten. I love your bones, a character in a book I’m reading attests. I think we are talking about two different things …

Writing 101 – The Letter Returns ( Part III A Letter to Ann)


Cameal sat at her desk with a smug smile on her pretty freckled face. Ann had been away from David for a couple of months now.  She had never liked Ann. She thought that Ann believed that Ann was better than Cameal and that Ann just flaunted her relationship with David in Cameal’s face even though she knew Cameal liked David.

Ann might have blond hair and blue eyes — but her hair was probably from the bottle — and her plane little face and lumpy body disgusted Cameal who had real Auburn Red Hair, beautiful skin with green eyes, and the perfect willowy body. Cameal didn’t understand what David saw in Ann.

But she had found that David had been miserable lately. He was curt with her especially. Cameal made sure to be extra nice to David, to have her work done for him before her other bosses, to wear nice clothing in colors and cuts that looked nice on her, to add a little swing to her step every time David walked by. But she found David barely looked at her.

She had been told by the office Manager, Nelly, that David had said her work was slipping. He had said that Cameal hadn’t been putting the effort she use to into her receptionist duties. But Cameal knew this wasn’t true. She had worked extra time to  see David more, been extra careful with his reports, and been truly sympathetic to him concerning Ann.Cameal knew she could win David over to her side eventually, or so she thought.

Pulling out a pile of paper’s from her In-box Cameal began to leaf through them. She was horrified to suddenly come upon a thick piece of cream paper, her letter to Ann, between some invoices. Cameal looked at the letter and bit her lip so hard it almost bled. David knew she had put that letter on the park pathway by his house. How could David know she watched from the bushes as Ann picked up that letter where Cameal had written David’s breakup from Ann, and left it on the running path? How could he know it was Cameal who wrote it?

A gentle panic began to take hold of Cameal and became increasingly worse in waves. Ann had taken time off from work so it couldn’t have been Ann who placed the letter back in her In-box despite the tear marks that blurred some of the typed letters on the page. Cameal began to pace her desk area.Finally, she got up and ripped the letter into a hundred tiny pieces. There was nothing written beside the letter, nothing stuck to it.

David knew Cameal had written Ann that letter but she wasn’t going to let David get the better of her. She maybe young but she was smart. Cameal opened her computer and wrote a letter to HR. Let’s see how David liked a sexual harassment complaint. She was a model employee and David and Cameal had been alone at his house when she had told him her boyfriend beat her up and after when Ann had fled that morning after finding the letter. Let’s see how David dealt with this. Cameal smiled to herself and waited for HR to email her back.

I’m So Sick of Shopping and Fashion!


There you have it! I have uttered the words I never thought I would say. I am not just sick of shopping and fashion, I have become a junky. You see there is a certain high you get, a rush of endorphins, from buying that beautiful dress or that fine silk shirt. There is an addiction behind every Pinterest post in Women’s Clothing, to see where that lovely pair of shoes came from. There is an addictive quality to every issue of Instyle that I pour over; I trace that pretty dress back to the website it came from loving its supposed uniqueness. And as I browse through the mall I feel like I have to get something, just a little something – I need that hair spray varnish that makes your hair shine; I need that lace skirt because well it is a-line and that is hard to find in a skirt, plus it’s lace and that is so ‘in’ and so lovely.

I think after the month of picking out the perfect Christmas presents – I
have had enough of the mall at least. Today walking through the mall I only bought what I needed. I bought bus tickets, stamps, Christmas cards, and hair volumizer because I really did actually need that stuff. I am becoming better at the mall, ignoring Jacob, Banana Republic, Le Chateau, Sephora. It just seems I am always buying stuff and I’m sick of it; yet some things I really do need!

And do not get me started on the Internet. On line shopping has become an addiction that I cannot shake. Unlimited or nearly unlimited selection and sizing. Easy returns that include return shipping labels and or free shipping for $50.00. Groupons and Living Socials to Spas – sometimes they save money but let’s face it I’m addicted and bored and when I start not receiving those packages in the mail and deals to the spa; I feel empty – that shopping high fades and I’m left with that empty feeling: what does a girl with health problems, whose ability to work and do physical activity is not very big do? I do not know how I will just stop but I know now after my last order comes in that will be it for the shopping of clothing and accessories; this time I have to break the habit and find that high somewhere else, where I do not know. Writing helps but I used to get that rush of endorphins from exercise so now where?

I have these lofty goals you see. To save and pay off my credit card- it’s not too high but high enough! I want to save in tax free savings. Save so in May I can actually spend just a little bit on shopping in Montreal. I need to save for the future. But this shopping addiction is dangerous for me – I just need more things to do, less things that involve browsing the Internet for clothes. It has become a hobby, has always been one and I still want to be fashionable but I want to follow my budget too. I need to learn how to do this now for life. So yes, I hate shopping and fashion, the thorn in my side!
But what is really in the balance here besides financial stability is self control; and one must always have self control to some extent. In this case, it is okay for me to buy an outfit once a month, it is not okay for me to do this every week.

I feel very disconcerted admitting this. But think of it as an early New Years resolution; but it’s better to just start doing something, than to wait and do more damage. Along with the usual ‘do more exercise’ I will do almost no excess shopping. I’ll buy only what I need and ignore those longings for spring dresses, holiday cuffs that sparkle, and silky lingerie – I love Victoria Secret – but no longer. I have built my dream wardrobe, all the clothes I never could buy before – funny thing is being ill- I often have no place to wear them. Life is ironic.

So anything like shopping, you find addictive ( besides drugs) any advice about gaining self control and financial stability? Let me know.

The Fashion Obsession – The Body Image Makeover – What is too much Information?


summer is finally here
summer is finally here (Photo credit: ShedBOy^)

I have a lot on my mind as you can see from my title. My title could be three separate blogs, but I think each title ties in with each other in some way or another. So to begin with ” The Fashion Obsession:” all of you know from my past blogs, that I love to shop and that sometimes I have shown you some of my favorite fashion and beauty items. You also know that maybe I love to shop a little too much, at least this past spring/summer anyways. What can I defend myself with except with the truth, that I love the color in spring and summer clothes and the way you can wear only a nice little mint sundress with sandals without coat, sweater, tights, boots, and a perhaps, a whole load of other clothing. I love living in my lululemon tank tops of various cuts and styles and nice little crops without having to worry about the snow and cold at the door. There is something about the freedom of clothing in summer that makes me happy. In a warmer climate than Edmonton you could wear spring/summer’s breezy clothing all year round but in Edmonton, things change with the coming of Fall. Suddenly, I feel my fashion obsession waning. Out in the cold and snow its back to mostly black or tan boots of different heights. Gone are the impractical pumps of different colors (except maybe if you work in that kind of office or have a special occasion), gone are the comfortable little flats with no grip, gone are the colorful and metallic sandals in varying heights; gone are the impractical little dresses and tank tops, and lululemon’s are decidedly only for yoga class and the gym – when the cold weather arrives. Shopping on Sunday at WEM I see the the color and freedom of spring/summer clothing has seeped out of the mall. I have tried to hide some of it away for fall – the odd colorful sweater or dress that no one was interested in summer because of its more skin covering qualities but fall is here and that means a new beginning and perhaps, I will not be the spring/summer shopaholic I once was. I can already feel the black, grey, and dark plum from the stores taking over the color and freedom that once was. I feel my interest in fashion dwindle and think well it was a fun ride but back to practicality now. There are RRSP‘s to save for and a Savings account to build, school to pay for, Christmas to save for. Really it is a good thing. But I am already mourning those summer days drinking sangria on the patio, sitting outside reading in the sun and all of that brings to my second title ‘The Body Image Makeover.”

Many people find summer a great time to be healthy and be outside and lose weight, improve yourself physically. I have found it to be the opposite for me this year. I have spent too many days watching Madmen seasons and not out walking my dog and too many days over indulging in summer food and drink. Why I am not so sure but I did. So I am seeing some weight in places I have not seen it before. As before, I am not quite sure how to approach this as working out is a very difficult thing for me to do due to health reasons. I can do a little bit it seems but never enough. So I have launched my own ‘Body Image Makeover’, as much cardiovascular as I can handle, yoga class at the YMCA once a week, giving up Pepsi, and watching my portions. One has to watch herself so carefully it seems sometimes to maintain a healthy weight, while for some, it’s just so easy; doesn’t make sense to me. But when I was trying on fall clothes on the weekend I was spurred into action. Understand I am comfortable at my current weight, but I know according to my BMI, waist measurement, and well I can just tell, its time for a little work. Maybe everyone else does not see but for me I need to regain some control in this area. So my next title, and my next question. Was that too much information for you?

Would you rather not read a blog on personal things like deciding to lose weight or too much shopping? What is the line you cross in writing between too much information and a helpful or interesting amount of information. I recently, realized you have to be very careful what you say online, I mean I knew, but I did not realize that you cannot give direct name associations (like my uncle aunt etc. did this…) and you need to be really careful because even if you are okay sharing personal information, someone else may not be if it affects them. Maybe this is generational too I think. To me it seems younger people are more interested in sharing information about themselves online then their parents. It’s a thin line to walk. And what would the audience, or readers like to hear? What is safe to share and what is legal? Well those are other questions too. How much is right amount of information to give and what is too much? Maybe you can tell me? I would love to hear some opinions.