Flash Fiction for The Purposeful Practitioner: The Open Road


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.


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The open road can take you anywhere. There are many places to go, its so difficult to decide precisely which road you will take. On one hand, you have opportunity and potential before you. You’re bursting with aspirations and a chance to discover a new or familiar place and make it your own. You’ve a desire to create lasting and meaningful memories.

But on the other hand, there’s the downside of open roads. Roads aren’t always safe. You believe the road ahead is empty, but you never see a speeding car whipping out, when you both crash. You aren’t paying attention when you see a moose in the middle of the road, directly in your path. You may have the SUV but he’s huge and more likely to kill you.

Journeys aren’t what we think they’ll be. Some of them lead to misery and pain.Some of them lead to mistakes and learning the hard way. But it’s the price of travelling the open road. As you’ve little idea if you’re playing the correct card in a Black Jack, you have little idea where that open road will lead, or end.


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Music Challenge: Poem – Alouette – “Stars and Airplanes Fall”


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the music challenge each Friday.Today’s Music Prompt is the song: “Airplanes” by B.o.B. featuring Hayley Williams and Eminem.


“Airplanes” – B.o.B


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Stars don’t fly tonight,

Can’t help win my fight.

Wishing on a star for hope.

Instead I find I’m caught,

‘Neath black sky, dreams rot.

With airplanes, I cope.


Dreaming on airplanes,

Drive myself insane.

I only wanted hopes for real.

I only wanted aid,

Encourage me, don’t blame.

Airplane shooting star; dream seal.


Such a black starless —

Night with dreams a mess.

 I can’t wish for dreams,

Have to fight their sheen.

Lights promising everything.

When truly, they give nothing.


I’m glad I only see —

Airplanes, I’m not on —

A flight, soaring into night.

Shooting stars they crash.

Airplanes fall; they crash,

Taking humans who lose sight.


Never do I want,

Plans to crash –to haunt.

I’m afraid, like stars, they are —

Become black holes that —

Are vacuums, no switch,

For off; destroy life too fast –far.


Find a star, wish long,

And wish hard, there is —

Hope in the distance calling,

Like the promise of lights —

Leading us with foresight.

Wishing star work, stop falling.


©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Lunes – “Nature’s Rule.”


Today’s Poetry 101 prompt is landscape with apostrophe (directed to a specific person or an object). 


Mother nature
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Something about blazing summer warmth,

You can experience,

Deep peace, through your bones.


Sun shimmering down on home.

And I appreciate,

Your magnificent view surrounding us.


Some call you Mother Earth,

Others say Gaia,

Some say you’re only Nature.


Queen of fresh bustling growth.

Flowers bursting forth,

With blooms; fruit maturing later.


Grandiose bites of peaches sticky,

Dribbling down my —

Chin; gifts provided, by nature.


Leaves crispy, flourishing, growth budding.

Sky alive pours.

Increasing farmer’s yield; harvest amplifying.


The world turns and you answer.

Seasons in exact,

Moment of time revealed true.


You magnificent lady; dancing in —

Summer’s dreaming months,

You tease; before snow sprinkles.


Gigantic mountains, shifting in time,

You allow them,

Crash, crush, erupt; tectonic formations.


Baby animals; fuzzy and adored.

Their seasons pass.

Time taking back; new born.


Eyes scanning the vastness of,

Your empire; nature,

Praying we don’t interfere; destroy.


Asking Creator for peace, grace.

Don’t let humans,

Ruin earth; mother nature’s domain.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Story Comtinuation Prompt: Fiction – Remembering Helen


Thank you to Wandering Soul who hosts this prompt challenge each week. You can complete the prompt sentence by writing up to two-additional sentences in her comments section in the link above or you can link to her blog page. Also, if you choose to write a longer story from the prompt, link the story to her page as well.

Today’s prompt sentence is: “The old man stared at the droopy white lilies.”

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The old man stared at the droopy white lilies. Memories flooded back to him as he smelt the strong scent that lingered. He felt the edge of one of the petals, still baby soft but crisp and dry on the edges. Helen had always hated lilies; that was why he had them placed on her grave every Sunday.

You might think this a mean thing for an old man to do but Ernest (the old man) had had a complicated relationship with Helen. Though it might not appear so, he had adored her and thought she had always been a magnificent woman.

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Ernest remembered the first time he had seen Helen in his senior year in high school. She had her abundant curly brown hair styled in a forties-bob. Her blue eyes sparkled when she saw him. He felt their two souls collide in that moment and Ernest knew their souls would always be connected.

Ernest and Helen dated until Ernest was twenty-three years-old. Helen hadn’t liked that they had dated five-years without getting married. In hindsight, Ernest realized he should’ve married Helen long before he did.

Helen became pregnant and the whole town turned against her. The women called her a hussy and advised Helen to marry Ernest immediately. His old man had took Ernest aside and told him that everything would be fine if he married Helen quickly and quietly.

But Helen was feisty and didn’t like being told what to do. She was hurt that her best girlfriends looked down on her and that the town’s people whispered and gossiped about her behind her back. It was then Helen changed her mind about marriage to Ernest.

One day Ernest and Helen were swinging on the porch swing at Helen’s parent’s house, Ernest trying his hardest to convince Helen marriage was an excellent choice since they both loved each other.The following day Helen and two suitcases full of her clothes and baby items she had been collecting, had disappeared.

Ernest searched for Helen. He wrote letters and searched various small towns. He went to big cities, remembering what Helen liked to do and where she would likely be found. He remembered the places she dreamed about visiting. Ernest also feared a young pregnant woman alone, wouldn’t find much friendliness from strangers. He was frightened for Helen and his unborn child.

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Twenty-years later Helen appeared at Ernest’s house in Pittsburg. Ernest’s wife Lilian, was battling Cancer. To both their regret, Lilian and Ernest had never been able to have children. But behind Helen was an enchanting young woman whose green eyes he recognized as his own. 

The three of them sat outside and talked. Ernest had felt guilty about not seeing his wife at the hospital that day as afternoon turned to evening. His daughter’s name was Grace and to Ernest she was indeed a ‘grace.’ 

In the morning Helen was gone but Grace remained. His daughter stood by him, even when his wife Lilian passed away a week later. Despite the fact Grace had never known her father, she stayed with Ernest as he grieved and she began working in the woman’s section of a department store.

Grace told Ernest that her mother Helen detested Lilies and that was why she left. But Lilian’s favourite flower was of course a Lily; they covered Ernest’s home while Lilian lived. He was always greeted by their pungent fragrance when he came home from work. Ernest knew better the reason Helen hadn’t stayed: She didn’t want to make Ernest’s life difficult. Grace had chosen to stay with Ernest on her own.

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Twenty-years later, Ernest was a happy Grandfather of four teenage grandchildren. Grace had married a man in Pittsburg and lived close by his house. She visited Helen and spoke to her mother often, but clammed up whenever Ernest asked about Helen. 

One day, Ernest was home alone doing yard work and Helen appeared out of no where. It gave him such a shock that Ernest’s green eyes started to tear up not believing what he saw. Helen aged, but still magnificent, embraced Ernest and they both cried for the lost years they hadn’t been with each other. The love between them was still strong, even after forty-years mostly apart.

Helen remained with Ernest. The happy couple had a small wedding and Grace was delighted her parents were together at last. 

Ernest and Helen were driving to the airport for their honeymoon in Paris. Helen was complaining about the orange lily the florist had slipped in her bouquet. Ernest had thought Helen’s complaints funny. They both started laughing and Ernest in his bliss, missed the red light. He hadn’t seen the pick-up truck before it crushed his car where Helen sat, graceful in a white suit; she died instantly.

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Years passed and Ernest religiously had lilies deliveried to Helen’s grave each Sunday. He always thought about how much Helen hated lilies. But lilies made Ernest, the old man, remember his beloved Helen. So that even after Ernest’s own death, their darling daughter Grace, continued to have lilies deliveried to Ernest’s and Helen’s shared grave.

Grace wiped a tear away from her eye. Both her parents were sorely missed.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Suffer Alone


In response to Hastywords prompt: Theory of a Deadman IN RUINS

Were falling into bliss, kiss, destruction of our lives.

Do you know I’m ready to cry, there are no stones beneath my feet.

Hit, miss, you were something, now we’re nothing.

How could it be you who swept me off my feet, and then you dropped me,

What kind of gentlemen are you?

Release, I beg, release.

For, God’s sake, leave me in some kind of peace.

We are finished cold, and broken.

I have glass in my feet, from our shattered devotion.

You’re a liar and a thief, you took everything you had from me.

You’re a cheater, you’re a cad, you broke a girl and made her mad.

If you ever cared why did you come into my life like wind in the night,

carried me away like a dream wave, like the best thing that ever happened to me.

And now you dropped me as giant pearls falling off a string, bouncing into loneliness.

Did you even care at all, did it matter to you about the fall?

I fell hard, there was no one to catch me, and pick me up again.

You sing about our lives, you sing about your grief,

But you’ve never suffered the way I suffered, without relief.

How can you make promises, the moon and the all the stars,

How can you laugh the way we laughed, so hard it hurt to breath.

Now I can’t breath for shades of grief.

Release, release me I’m about to fall.

The hardest part about being alone, there’s no one to catch you,

you just crash and burn and suffer.

I fell, now I feel ageless, useless, tender and destroyed.

When there’s no one to catch you, you fall on hard stone.

All you do is suffer alone.

All you are is ruined.