100 Word Wednesdays Flash Fiction: Poem – Lunes – “Pushing On” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 

Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesday Prompts.


Credit: Stephanie of La Photographie


Gazing into my pretty face, 

Seeing mere woman —

No different than any other.


But if you peered deeper

You’d find a —

Woman greater than ‘classified’ gender. 


I’m a person deserving equality;

Because I’m feminist

Doesn’t mean I’m against men.


Required for me are but —

Same wages, salary —

For the same position worked. 


Provide me access to healthcare, 

Birth control; doctors —

Of all specialities needed whenever


I’m a working woman, educated —

well; the Mom —

Driving her kids to hockey. 


Tidying the house and hoping, 

My ‘modern’ husband, 

Helps me because shared chores —


Equal happier relationships –less fighting. 

Don’t talk trash, 

Hurt and abuse; I’m strong. 


But your sexist comments hurt;

Our Grandmother’s mother’s, 

Began fighting for women’s rights. 


Are they rights only in —

Writing? Yet I —

Push their battle on so —


One day my daughter doesn’t, 

Have to fight;

Ignored for being a female.


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.  

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Stuck In A Moment

Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

Credit: Roger Shipp

Diana was listening to U2 when she spotted the statue. He was carved out of black marble,  his athletic form highly emphasized.

“Stuck In a Moment” played on her phone and she chuckled to herself thinking this statue was indeed “stuck in a moment” and he would never be able to “get out of it.”

Circling him, Diana examined the statues form from all angles. She touched him, loving how smooth his marble skin felt. She was surprised when her touch sparked a light.

The light traveled through the veins and muscles of the statue from his feet up to his neck, flickering into the features of his face. Suddenly, what stood before Diana was an attractive man.

He grinned at Diana, unaware of his own nakedness. Smiling he clasped Diana’s hand before kissing her soundly. Then, he walked off into the crowded street, drawing unheard of female attention.

Diana continued her own way back to work unsure if what she experienced was real. She couldn’t help but think, the man who had been a statue, gave her the best kiss she’d had in forever.

“Stuck In A Moment” – U2

©Mandibelle16. (20170 All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Eat or Be Eaten #amwriting #nature #flashfiction

Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.


A Mixed Bag


A handsome hawk watched as a sparrow spreading its impressively small wings, approached the birdfeeder. This fellow was piggish and fed on the seed a while. His red-brown back and tail with dark black mixed in with red-brown, made him highly visible. 

After a while, the male sparrow flew away from the feeder back to his nest, and his mate appeared to come eat. She also ate an amazing amount of birdseed before flying back to her nest. The mama sparrow was plump but her feathers in comparison to the male, were dull to keep her and her chicks hidden. If his eyes weren’t so sharp, he would have barely noticed her. 

The hawk watched the couple from far above, his eyes sensing and studying their every momevement at their nest. He knew there were baby sparrows in the nest. Mostly, he was concerned about the fat sparrows. The babes he heard peeping were too tiny and shrivelly to eat. 

The hawk screeched, his loud cry deafening as he swooped down, his reddish feathers gleaming, a nightmare on wings. When the plump sparrows each returned to the feeder to eat more seed, the hawk mercilessly crunched them between his sharp razor beek and ate them one at a time. How they never suspected he was close, he didn’t understand. 

This was the natural world taking place, the food chain in action; though it might seem unfair and harsh it was how it was. But as the daylight darkened into night and the well fed hawk flew back to his own nest, a great horned owl swooped in for his own dinner. 

In the morning, a mother sparrow, having lost her own brood, landed near the nest where she heard the tiny birds chirping. She looked into the nest and chirped back and then sat among the chicks; she realized they were abandoned. 

Wary of of predators from her own past experiences, she waited to gather food until when she was sure it was safe. Perhaps nature sometimes made up for its treachery, even if the truth if the food chain was ‘eat or be eaten.’ 


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 


How do I say this nicely, I am not really one of those girls out their on the edge challenging all the issues. I wish the best for everyone but I cannot deal with the problems of every minority; I have my own issues to deal with and they are quite enough for me to handle. It is not that I am unsympathetic, that I do not feel people’s pain from their own unique plights. I like everyone else have issues I care about and issues I could care less about. For instance, I do not feel that every gender specific issue needs to be focused on. I am aware that their is discrimination against gay people and yes I agree that it should stop, now. But I mean what about straight people we have as many issues with different kinds of discrimination, just not in the same way. I am happy you are gay and proud but you know I am straight and proud and I do not get a parade? That’s just an example, but there are other issues in this world, poverty, hunger, war, torture and those justly deserve as much focus in newspapers and magazines.

And as I said before, I’m a mediocre feminist and I believe in gender equality but I also know there are things most girls will never do, and a lot of guys will. Girls probably won’t play in the NHL it’s just that getting bashed into the walls by a 6’5″ 240 lb guy is not really fair to the 5’6″ 140 lb female who is pitted against him. I’m not saying some woman out there couldn’t, just that it is unlikely. I write articles for females sometimes about amazing females and females who face the worst injustices, and I am very proud to do so. But I find it hard sometimes to have pity for the average girl, including myself when all these things are happening.

It’s a type of apathy I suppose, I want to care, but like any person I am wrapped up in my own life and problems. Depression is a Bitch, winter is too long, finances suck, and dealing with my own curtailed hectic schedule is difficult. But there are too many problems in this world to deal with them all. And in disgust, I pray to God that He would take all my problems in his hands, and all the problems of the world and just take them away. Then I read some article about some girl who does not see God in the way I have been taught and is a better girl/women/feminist because she has dropped religion and I feel sorry for her. But then there are many people with many views on religion and religions but sometimes I feel people just throw away the old way of doing things just because they can.

All I want in this world is to function in way that I have as much energy as any 27 year old so that I could do more and care more. To not have to be responsible like a child, but be responsible as an adult and treated like one. Instead I just feel trapped and I hate that feeling….before I used to feel as if there was so much possibility before me, now I am not so sure. But today is just one day and tomorrow will be better…