Three Line Tales: Expanded – Fiction – All Doors Lead to Wonderland #amwriting #fiction #3LineTales


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


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“Alice, is that you? Well, what door will you enter, the red door or the blue? The up or the down; it doesn’t matter you know, both are the same.” She fluffed her pony tale and straightened the lapels of her sky-blue blazer.

“Can’t Wonderland find another Alice? It’s a common name, you know. Just because my grandmother was, and my mother was, and somehow great-Grandpa Wren’s magical blood flows in my veins along with the first, Alice — doesn’t mean I have to follow in their footsteps. I left that world. I chose to leave. Why won’t you let me be?”

A grin appeared between the doors. “Dear girl, it’s you who can’t forget us; you found the doors home. That’s why you’re our guardian, but you as any Alice, must choose your path. Thus, you have before you two doors. Which door, dear Alice? You do have to decide. Time won’t wait.”

Alice trembled, and without thinking her hand turned the knob on the red door. Then, she was falling as the Cheshire cat laughed and Destiny caught up with Alice.

She’d tried to disappear, to become another young woman. But as her predecessors, including her dear mother, she was a guardian of Wonderland. The land of magic wouldn’t have it another way. She fell, and when she woke up, she sighed as brilliant flowers hovered over her whispering.

They beamed at her, brimming with questions. “Oh, Alice is it true? Have you come home. You’re the new guardian now, and your mother been waiting; her time is at an end. Five-hundred years is a long time not too see one’s daughter. Your time to serve has come. The white queen has decreed, as do your grandfather Wren’s people.”

Alice blew her hair from her face. “What’s the point of free will if your choices all lead you back to one path?”

The flowers shrugged. “Tulips and Marigolds don’t think of such things; we simply are.”


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Three Line Tales: A Fading Welcome #3LineTales #fiction #amwriting


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


Credit: Bogdan Dada via Unsplash


I love turquoise and I wonder where these vivid doors lead to and if inside the home the family’s living space is as vibrant and flamboyant as their doors; but then, I also see the lock across the door and it puzzles me. I wonder why someone whose doorway had such architectural character, would make such an effort to keep people out. Perhaps, as the paint peeling off the doors’ bottom, the family’s cheer and welcome has peeled away to worn fatigue and age.


©Mandibelle16 (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Friday Fictioneer: Where The Arched Doorways Lead #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction 


Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.

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Credit: Dale Rogerson

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The [girl] who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the [girl] who went out. [She] will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging [her] ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend” 

― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

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“Where do those doors lead, the arches are beautiful. Is there groin-vaulting in between each arched doorway?” 

The tour guide stared at sixteen-year-old Tina who was a surprise student of art history. “If you wish to discover the architectural features of the building, you must find them exploring, it’s how things are done here,” he said. 

Tina watched as other students from her high school trip went exploring in pairs, while she ‘the know it all,’ was left on her own. 

She walked through the first arched doorway and turned to see the tour guide watching her enter, “What is the purpose of these long hallways of arches. Do they end?” 

The tour guide sighed, “Go see for yourself. Sometimes experience is the best kind of knowledge.” 

Tina began following a series of arched doorways. She was filled with both trepidation and a strong urge to succeed, finding the exit. 

At times she had to choose a direction to travel when four different archways presented themselves. She kept walking until she was frustrated, bored, and tired. Then Tina lay down, resting her head on her jacket to sleep. 

In the morning she was relieved to find the exit. Last night she had thought she would never find a way out of this maze. She felt like a changed person today. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Three Line Tales: Missed The Rocks #3LineTales #fiction 


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

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Credit: William Bout

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Darkness was stealing the light of day, taking my weary breath away; I prayed while the cold, careless ocean ripped my feet from the pathway of stone I stumbled down, attempting to reach the lighthouse door. 

The storm raged and the sound of thunder, a giant drum rumbled and the clash of lightening frightened me; but above me the lighthouse torch glimmered, a shining beacon glowing in the dark for any passing ship –in my heart grew hope dimly. 
I wondered how the Captain of the grand ship approaching, could see when the night was black and the shadow seemed to overcome us both; but I, as was the ships Captain, was blind to think darkness could swallow light; as the gleam of the lighthouse blended with the dawn, I was thankful to have survived a dreadful night, stuck outside the lighthouse door, no one to hear my quivering knocks; the storm surrounded me and roared while I witnessed the grand ship barely miss the rocks — the lighthouse torch grew brighter, just in time. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Friday Fictioneer: Gone For A Swim #flashfiction #amwriting


Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting FF. 

Credit: CEAyr

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 “You don’t ever come out here on this balcony alone, don’t open the doors, and no going into the river,” Sandra told her daughters sternly. 

“Why Mommy?” Mia and Ilah asked. 

“You can’t swim my dears. If you fall into the river you’ll drown. Mommy would be so sad without her girls.” 

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A day into vacation, Sandra left briefly to buy sandwiches for Mia and Ilah.  

As soon as their Mom left, the girls unlocked the balcony doors and pulling a chair outside, both of them climbed up onto the balcony ledge. 

“Want to go in?” Ilah asked Mia. She nodded and they held each others’ hands and jumped. 

 Sandra returned to hear her girls’ screams. She dove in the river to save them but it was of no use. 

Tears mixed with water as she realized, her daughters were gone. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.  

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Dogs Life #amwriting, #flashfiction #dogs


Thank you to the beautiful and kind Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Yinglan

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It might appear to you in this picture, Mom has fenced us in the backyard and left us alone. We love escaping to the yard to play and run circles, but truly, Bugsie and I, we’re inside dogs.

Mom needs us close to her where we can snuggle and give her kisses when she least expects them. She wants us inside to give us the last two bites of whatever she is eating. 

She also needs Bugsie and I to guard the doors and look out the windows. Sometimes, the front door opens and it’s Dad coming home from work and he’s so much fun; Dad wrestles with us and takes us on runs in the morning.

Mom and Dad take both Bugsie and I to the dog park. We went down the off leash trail, running freely back and forth, sniffing, and sometimes checking on Mom and Dad. Where the dog park trail ends is a fence, and that’s where this picture is taken. 

And at the end of the trail, I’m happy to go home. Bugsie and I lay beside each other and nap. It’s heavenly. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Maydays: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “Choosing Your Path” #Maydays


Thanks to K.L. Caley from the blog new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is a path. Also thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt words Pensive and Flourish

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http://www.pathwaysforbetterliving.com

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You can choose a single road to go,

Down the pathway you must choose growth.

To flourish in the sun baked streets,

Converse and learn with those you meet, 

Be not afraid of darkened, beat-up trails, explore.

Wherever you go, there is always more to see, a door —

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Where one path leads you to go this —

Route; doors lead you down another with —

Promises, blue sky, summer’s kiss, 

Warmth envading your body in bliss, 

Light chases shadows away, and makes a wanderer, 

Of the ‘at home’ person, leading them down, farther.

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An array of paths to choose from, 

Delight down every trail you’ve chosen.

Mystery and mirth meeting mind, 

Thinking which way to go; see signs,

Imploring you to take a chance, don’t be pensive, advance.

Down the rabbit hole, into wonderland; happy dance.

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Wherever you choose, whatever path

Be thorough as you search, and laugh.

There’s no time for seriousness,

Now is a time for curiousness.

Down, the yellow brick road, past the enchanted forest.

Choose where you must traverse; the way life leads you best.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Quotes To Consider this Week


1. “What we remember is probably fiction anyways.” – Beryl Bainbridge

2. “It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.” – Jonathen Safran Foer

3. ” Sure you have a couple of scars, and a couple of bad memories, but then again, all great heros do.”- Ltn

4. ” Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger then whatever tried to hurt you.” – Unknown

5. “Everyone has a chapter, they don’t read outloud.” – WordPorn

6. “Don’t judge someone just because they sin differently then you.” – Unknown

7. ” Some doors are meant to be closed, and when you try to re-open them, you remember why they were closed in the first place.” – Life Quotes

8. “I’m a writer. If I’m staring at you, I’m not being rude. I’m trying to decide if you need to go into a book. If you’re a snot, I maybe deciding on how to kill you.” – Someecards

9. ” What Christian’s call answered prayer, skeptics call coincidence. Whatever it’s called, the more Christian’s pray, the more it happens.” – Ranal Currie

10. ” The only things you can take with you when you leave this world, are the things you’ve packed inside your heart.” – Susan Gale

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Poem: Free Verse – “Windows, or Opportunities”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt window.

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Windows, or opportunities?

Soft winds blowing in, kiss your cheeks,

Tangle through your hair, airy fingers.

Wind chimes jingling, every slight gust.

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Windows, or opportunities?

Walking a certain path, changing direction.

At a crossroads, which trail to take?

Each road leads to whimsy, grace, ideas.

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Windows, or opportunities?

She saw a warm soul beneath his icey cold,

They nurtured the tiny flame as it grew,

There were fireworks and heat to enliven them both.

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Windows, or opportunities? 

It wasn’t her dream, not the one she pictured.

But life moves, people change.

Dreams, our desires, can change in an instant.

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Windows, or opportunities?

He cheated on her, too many times to count.

She tells herself, ” I stay for the kids.”

The greatest gift she gave, taking them all away.

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Windows, or opportunities?

A window is a second chance,

When a door shuts before you, look to the side,

A window awaits, but you have to decide to climb out.

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Windows, or opportunities?

One in the same, you’re climbing down to the unknown.

Leaving locked doors on your way.

Outside is a ethereal magnificent place

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Opportunity and new beginnings await.

Don’t forget to look for the windows in life. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: To Chocolate


Do you remember when we were chocolate – carefree? The doors that were closed to us. The windows that disappeared? And the world was before us, a giant piece of chocolate cake. The richest chocolates melting enticingly; with each bite the fork was licked clean.

But then we realized the world doesn’t always taste nice. That people don’t always eat the best chocolate. They fritter their calories away on sugar. And so much wasted time on cheap chocolate held us back from the habits we learned: Only eat healthy food, and for dessert only eat delicious chocolate, what is the best. Think: the richest chocolate lava cake with fantastic vanilla gelato, and caramel.

But finding the best chocolate is a hard test of time. You eat bitter and old chocolate just because it’s available. People offer Nestle when they should be offering Lindt, Godiva, and Purdys. You learn to say no, and save your chocolate for the finest chocolatiers. But you gorge on the delicasies when gorgeous chocolate hits your tastebuds. 

You feel sick after too much rich chocolate. You drink a glass of milk. Wash away the richness, the divine melting on your tongue. We are feast or famine when it comes to wonderful chocolate. It’s hard to save your chocolate for a tiny piece each day. Might as well get it over with, eat the entire box.

And I don’t eat chocolate often, but I like the endorphins. I like the best kinds of chocolate dark with lots of cocoa. I like it when the Cocoa tree is stripped of cocoa beans and the maker takes the cocoa beans and dries them in the sun; I don’t like the smokey flavour drying it by the fire leaves,  it ruins chocolate, a sin.

 I am picky about my chocolate and certain, it’s the extra food group. So many of us understand, a taste of fine chocolate is the door to many worlds with several windows left open too. Remember when you were young, you dreamed in chocolate. Because today just in a moment delicious  dark chocolate satiates your hunger and makes everything yum.