100 Word Wednesday: A Chocolate Seduction #amwriting #flashfiction #100WordWednesday  


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays. 

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Credit: Bikurgurl

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Sweet dark chocolate slides across my tongue, the richness of chocolate icing soft and creamy; the moist cake, competing for flavour with the icing. It’s sweetness allows one to eat it slowly. Too much cake at once would ruin the experience and leave me with an upset stomach. But each bite savoured with pleasure and a bit of vanilla ice cream, ensures my scrumptious chocolate cake is a heavenly experience. 

Across the table you wink, you knew it was my favourite cake and you ordered it for me. Our eyes hold as you eat your own cake and I absorb every ounce of chocolate flavour in mine; eating cake becomes seduction

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Found Poetry (Twitter) – “A Love of Food, Sweets, and Wine” #introtopoetry #foundpoetry #amwriting


What’s your favourite flavour, is it chocolate, vanilla, coffee, caramel? Or are you thinking of “America: a . . .country where half the money is spent buying food, and half is spent trying to lose weight, and half is spent on education.”

Do you watch what you eat? Count your calories? Some wise person told me by: “Eating your food slowly, [you] will help you[rself] lose weight, enjoy your food, reduce stress, and [have] better digestion.”

I love how great food smells and tastes. A bit of something superb is better than too much of something only okay. Yet, sometimes it seems “we spend all [our] money on food and clothes yet [we’re] still hungry and can’t find anything to wear.”

A funny thing, this guy I know, will last an entire day having only eaten a sandwich, without thinking of eating until late at night. His girl becomes grumpy because she hasn’t been fed; she gets headaches because her blood sugar is low.Yet “[w]hen [this guy] finds out all [his girl] needed was food to get rid of [her] attitude,” he is shocked and upset. Moron!

And it’s interesting to note, so much food seems to go to waste, or to feeding animals, as one person remarked: “We don’t have enough food to feed the world but we have enough food to feed 70 billion livestock,” but I’d like to note, often livestock end up as food too.

And the funnest experiences we have, come with great friends and good food. In another’s words: “I love my friends & I love my food ! Lol I like hanging out with my friends & also I like eating sandwiches haha :)”

No matter how we watch our waistlines, sometimes it’s a losing battle: “Dear food, you’re my sweetest downfall.”

Some weekends it’s wonderful to relax and stay at home, notes this guy: “I’m staying in my damn house this weekend. I’m stocking up on junk food and wine. Building a pillow fort.” 

I have to agree with this lady: “Because cupcakes beat all other desserts.”

A certain girl’s boyfriend really wanted dessert but couldn’t communicate this to his girlfriend properly, said the girlfriend: “5 mins later… he asked me again and keeps throwing options. CLEARLY, HES THE ONE CRAVING SWEETS. but he kept insisting we get desserts.” 

Perhaps he said this after: “Pretty sure i consumed over 3000 calories of desserts today and guess what i don’t regret it.”

Comparable to desserts, is of course,wine: “Also, dessert wines aren’t just wines suited for desserts, as its name suggests. You can use them for other dishes.” 

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Free Verse – ” Thoughts Spinning Before Thursday Night’s Sleep” #amwriting #poetry



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Spinning rhymes it’s my design.

I don’t why I am inclined.
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I’m elated to write and tell my stories,

Truth and falsehood, real and imagined glories. 

But tonight I think, I’m drained; editing all day.

Functioning through each line in my own way,

Build a dream, imagine a story which could be told,

Hope I don’t have to show my hand and fold.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.

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So much to research and to discover, 

Learning a never ending process and a dangerous lover.

Once you’ve tasted knowledge, it’s hard to forget the flavour;

Addictive, sweet chocolate, dark and soft inside, dissolving in my mouth; I savour. 

Cannot forget the price of knowledge, it needs to be applied. 

What good is knowing if we never use and try.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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Knowledge becomes experience and while we’re alive,

There’s need to know, about the paths which lead us to thrive.

They’re places which ensnarl our lives and never let go,

A wise person learns, to not tumble down, into a black hole.

The complexity of knowledge so vast, 

Keep stumbling through life; it goes by fast.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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Help others whenever, wherever;

Let the words flow, and never let goodwill sever.

I’m alive and I’m well;

Though the summer heat already swells.

Not built for hot weather; ancestors from climates snowy.

But, I’m not a fan of bitter cold either you know.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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Autumns the time with fresh air and red leaves floating;

But in summer sometime, I’d like to try house boating.

Down the river flowing, all the showers I want;

Soaking in the sun, a life less daunting.

Realizing in my bathing suit, I was skinny when I thought I was fat,

And I miss being as fat as I was in my younger years past.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.

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When I was in my early-twenties, we drank and ate all we pleased,

Know we count are calories, eat little, as if eating were a disease.

It’s problematic to let the children see how their parent’s party.

But I’m sure in a short while, they’ll have their own parties start.

Tired, now wishing for a descent slumber; peace in sleep, 

Thursday night thoughts to count sheep.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.