Fiction, Flash Fiction, My Thoughts, Religion/Morality, Sunday Photo Fiction, Writing, Writing Challenges

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Exception #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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Credit: A Mixed Bag

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In their years of friendship, Alise and Janelle never fought except over Chaz Monroe. He dated Alise in high school causing a huge argument between the girls. 

“I liked him first you know that Alise,” Janelle had said. “Why are you still seeing him?” 

“We’ve been going out three-years Janelle. We’re planning a life together.” They’d been drinking vodka and Janelle threw hers on Alise. 

Then Chaz left for university and broke up with Alise. He dated another girl and Alise and Janelle reconciled over their disgust of Chaz’s tart

Ten- years later, Chaz came back to town. He was still handsome and Alise and Janelle had both secretly been in contact with him.

 Chaz visited Janelle first but when he came to Alise’s he told her, “I missed you so much, Alise. I’m sorry I ever broke up with you. Would you consider giving us a second chance?” 

Alise agreed, she loved Chaz. But when Janelle found out about Alice and Chaz she invited her friend over under false pretences of congratulating her. 

Janelle mixed neat vodka’s for them both and threw candied cherries in their drinks. Alise took a few sips, choking on the weird tasting cherry. She was shocked to see Janelle slumped over dead as she too succumbed; Janelle had poisoned them both. 

They had always been bestfriends except when it came to Chaz Monroe. 

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©Mandibell16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Writing

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Escaping Society #flashfiction #amwriting


Thanks to the lovely and gracious Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW this last week. 

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Credit: Louise – The Storyteller’s Abode
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Violet read the letter her daughter had sent her in disbelief. To fathom a girl of Elizabeth’s quality of breeding would do this to her family was unimaginable

Harsh Victorian society could never know the truth of what Elizabeth had done and Violet wasn’t sure she could bear to keep in contact with her daughter.

She would focus on her other children. Violet’s sons had married well. Three of her daughters were also married suitably and having more children. Her two youngest daughters were courting wealthy gentlemen. 

Elizabeth if not cut-off from her family, could ruin them all. Violet reread part of her daughter’s letter once more in disgust: 

“Did you know Mama, there is such thing as a circus? Freaks of all kinds, but I love them because they’re genuine, not like the society you so desperately try to trap me in. Years of dance lessons have left me flexible. I pirouette far above the ground and dance in the air; I ride the elephants. 

It’s amazing travelling the world and I won’t be returning to London, except for an occasional visit of course. I’ve married one of the men who runs the circus. He is like me, gentry who has run away from a society of judgement. I love you and hope we can write, but I can’t be the woman you want me to be. . .” 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

My Thoughts, Poetry, Relationship, Seven syllable Poetry, Writing

Poem: “Talk to Me.”


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I am worth more then you think,

I’m worth a conversation,

A long exhaustive one where,

We stay the whole night talking,

And we’re still wearing all our–

Clothes because talking is an–

Intimacy when it is,

Between the two of us and,

There is so much I want to–

Know about you, I need to —

Understand the full picture.

And then because I know you well,

We could kiss and caress in–

The morning sunrise before we,

Settle in our seperate places.

His and Hers sections of the–

Bed. But I’ll link my foot with–

Your calf and listen to you–

Breathe; it brings a calmness to–

Me. That we loved through our own,

Voices, before your body–

Loved mine.  Before your lips taste

All my skin, you knew me in —

My mind. And loved me for my–

Heart. It makes me feel such Joy,

That we are “all in” and find,

We know each other better,

Every time we look, touch and — 

Speak in words we know secret,

Meanings to; and I slumber,

Waiting for you to wake and see,

In us is an eternity.

In us is conversation,

Beyond the most sacred words,

Beyond the looks we share with — 

Eyes that keep catching. I see,

Just today, and then I see maybe,

A tomorrow where I can,

Hear your beating heart and I’m,

So blessed to feel so divine.

I’m happy to be your girl.