Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Meat That Isn’t Me” #3LineTales #amwriting #poetry 


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Credit: Cathal Mac an Bheatha via UnSplash

Gwendolyn asks the leering butcher,

“What’s your finest

Cut of meat?” Eyebrows raised —

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He gazes up says, “What type

Of meat Madame?”

She grits her teeth, repulsed.

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He watches her, lasciviously flirting,

He winks; Gwendolyn —

Replies,”Meat that isn’t me.”


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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100 Word Wednesday: For The Love of Pizza #amwriting #100WordWednesday #flashfiction 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.

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Credit: Frank Jansen

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Jason required an inconspicuous place to meet Eli for the drop off. The old Kodak Photo building a few blocks from home worked. He checked his watch feeling antsy, would Eli ever arrive? 

Finally he came delivering Jason’s pepperoni and bacon pizza.”Thank god, Eli,”  he said handing Eli cash.”Tiana has us on a this vegan and no processed foods diet. Sneaking out for pizza when she’s on a work trip is the only way I’m surviving. If I eat pizza when she’s home, she can smell it.”

Eli nodded. “Yeah, Jason. You say this every few weeks. Maybe you can find a better location for me to deliver to next time? This parking lot is creepy. She’s not watching you that close, is she?”

“You’d be surprised.”

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Photo Prompt: Poem – Couplets – “Grandma’s Terrible Secret” #amwriting #poetry #writing 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt. 

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Credit: Andre Gova

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Grandma passed away this year; she, 

Left me to go through her house see —

Everything her life gathered ’round. 

Those last few years, she wasn’t sound. 

She gathered things seemingly odd, 

A variety of objects broad. 

The thing she loved the most was dolls, 

Every room was full of them, dolls —

With their bodies thrown haplessly, 

Heads cut clean, hair removed aptly. 

Such nightmares I’ve had since seeing, 

Dolls heads around her house pleading, 

Wanting to have their bodies back. 

Eyes blinking scarily, sacked —

No found dignity, bald heads gleam. 

In the darkened living room see —

Every eye staring at me, creeps —

Sound of scratching at night, weeping, 

I know not what do with their bodies,

Or heads displayed as trophies sought. 

I hear the sounds they make, they beg, 

Their souls they say away were led. 

Grandma wasn’t merely collecting —

Dolls heads to display and to set, 

Upon her wood mantle to admire. 

Many girls made dolls so expired. 

Collecting young girls made them all —

Dolls she tore apart I’m appalled.

This horrid woman who read me books, 

Where witches were evil, looked —

As hags, disfigured, monsters known, 

I didn’t see how such wholesome —

Looks could hide a beast, a creature —

So evil, I’ve nightmares featuring, 

My lovely Gran, demon concealed. 

I burned her house down so to seal, 

Her evil magic never to —

Live again as long as through —

My own light magic prevent, such —

Wickedness; that which is unjust. 

Will never live again to kill, 

Is dead and gone, and will not kill. 

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Lune – “The Stalker.” #amwriting #wordhighjuly #poetry #kundiman



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You never let me go, 

Always following me.

My life spent hiding away.

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You’d like it if I wrote, 

Our love song, 

But it doesn’t even exist.

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Delusions are your way handling, 

A fantasy ideal;

Get away from me please.

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So tired of you following,

Me around at —

Work and school; you stalker.

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I’ve told you more than, 

Once or twice, 

There is no us; okay?

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I’ve never loved you ever, 

Never lead you, 

To believe I liked you.

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You’re thick in the skull, 

And smothering me; 

Let me live life free.

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Begin your story somewhere away, 

Leave me alone;

They’re other girls out there.

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I’ve a boyfriend and brother, 

Who will make, 

You see double; so leave —

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This girl be; you’re causing, 

Me such fear;

Afraid to be left alone.

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Keep your hands to yourself, 

You always try, 

Getting me alone, hurting me.

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The restraining order, respect it.

I’ll press charges, 

Obsessive, unpredictable, stalker please go.

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Leave me alone; I can’t —

Sleep at night,

Knowing you’re below my window.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – Part II Our House: The Creepy Clown Funhouse


At gunpoint, Vanessa and Theo are led through an abandoned Circus theme park.

Oh God, I hate clowns.This place is so creepy, can’t you just let us go? We’ll never say anything about you.

Do you have to keep aiming that gun at the back of my head. We get it you’re in control. Vanessa and I understand.

I use to have nightmares about clowns Theo. Dear God, they scare me. Please, (Vanessa says looking imploringly at the gunmen) Let us go. Vanessa starts to cry.

The gunman and his two burly buddies take Vanessa and Theo into the fun house. They are separated and placed in a room full of distorted mirrors with the giant picture of a clown on the wall. They call for one another but Vanessa and Theo are tied up.

Vanessa, where are you?

Theo…

Suddenly, the face of the clown seen through all the distorted mirrors begins to move. He climbs out of the wall (now the size of a human) with a knife in his hand and laughs maniacally.

Creepy Clown Funhouse

Creepy Clown

Word Count: 176 words

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Writing 101 – Spiders


I was 3 – years-old when I locked myself in a closet with a spider. He dangled on his wispy string and came towards me and I shot to the other end of the closet and fell asleep. That was the first time I hated spiders.

The next was when my Dad built me my room in a large pantry room in our old house. But since it was a pantry before you see, with concrete floor and large closets, and with a creaky teal door that opened up into a vast ceiling; when I first moved into that new room at the age of 8 there were spiders everywhere. I was afraid of them. I would come home from my Grandparent’s house after a sleep over and find 3 kinds of spiders sitting on the wall in the corner of my room. If my room got to messy there were spiders and one day there was this huge black spider on the wall and my Dad killed it but I was so afraid a spider would crawl into my bed that my Mom had to check the blankets in my bed for spiders. I was sure there was one in there!

Now, I’m 29-years-old and I still have this irrational fear of spiders. I can handle the little ones, but in my bathroom downstairs there has been this army of spiders this summer, and my Dad won’t kill them for me anymore but my brother took out a few when he was over. The vacuüm is heavy and hard to bring downstairs so often I just throw a book on the spiders and step on it until the spider is squished and dead.

Sometimes I just let them hide in corners but no more. The vacuüm is downstairs today and I have a spray bottle full of water and mint oil. Spiders hate mint! I only needed a few drops of the oil but I put 10 in the bottle just in case and I will vacuüm my washroom everywhere and spray ever corner with mint — under the counter, behind the door, the window, and behind the garbage can. Will this keep those spiders away? I hope so, I hate them tremendously, you have no idea, they are one of my greatest fears.

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