Sunday Photo Fiction: If Animals Could Talk #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. Meant to have this out for last week, but I couldn’t edit it in time.


Credit: Alistair Forbes


“Jasper, come here.” Daisy nuzzled against him and he purred. She wagged her tale then let it slump.

“What’s wrong?”

“Same old. I’m not a house pet anymore. The family won’t let me inside.”

“The outside is good. You taught me the family running our animal sanctuary are nice so they must have a good reason wanting you to live outside. Those hunters shot me and would’ve skinned me if the family hadn’t found me first.”

“I like the family, Daisy, they feed me raw meet and sometimes, live rabbit. Also, they let me run in the field and I always return home.”

Daisy leaned against Jasper. “When the family found me I didn’t trust anyone. The human, Greg, threw me out in a garbage bag, in the trash. I chewed my way out and the boy, Matthew, found me. ”

Jasper stretched. “So, what’s the problem. You have Matthew and you have me. We’re all part of our pack.”

“Well, I used to be an indoor dog in a warm house. Sometimes Matthew let’s me inside his room, but he’s not home a lot.”

“I’ve always live outside. It’s better sleeping beneath the stars.”

“Yes, but you’re a cheetah, Jasper. I’m a dog. Matthew said I was a Dachshund. I love snuggling with the family as much as I love snuggling with you, but I’m not used to the cold.”

Jasper laughed. “I forget you’re the size of a small cub. I’ll keep you warm, Daisy. I think the family keeps you outside for me. Even though your sad, I’m glad you’re here so I’m not alone. I even saved you raw meat.”

“Oh, boy!” Daisy almost fainted, salivating as Jasper dropped a raw steak in front of her.


©Mandibelle16.(2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Three Line Tales: A Thousand Was Not Enough #fiction #amwriting #3LineTales


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

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Credit: Dev Benjamin via Unsplash

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Scattered in vivacious colors, a thousand was not enough, but would’ve a thousand paper cranes healed you, done anything? I guess they weren’t for you, they were for me, to keep my hands busy as your eyes glassed over and the pain meds kicked in; they stopped me from crying out from asking, why you didn’t even try to heal, for you, for me. I leaned over your bedside the paper cranes around us and you gave me a half grin with your dimpled cheek, somehow there when all other reserves of flesh were gone; then you were gone before I could  memorize your last smile. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Finish Off Fridays: The Summons #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Lorraine from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting FOF. 

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Credit: Lorraine

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“I had never been summoned to Number 208 [by the park] before; I nervously adjusted my coat . . .” A person could book a pick-up online or by phoning into FedEx but you couldn’t summon a particular delivery person, could you? 

“April, it means what I said,” Becky from the warehouse told me on the phone, “I’m not being rude, the lady who lives there wanted you, specifically, at her home.” 

The door was open when I arrived. “I’m here,” a frail female voice rasped. 

Walking into the house I heard the respirations of a woman on a ventilator. She was all hollows and sallow skin. Her hair was whispy white and thinning. Eyes the color of blue-bells greeted me but they were bloodshot. 

The woman grasped a yellow envelope with a trembling hand. She shook the envelope and a key dropped out. 

Her shaking fingers held it out, “For me?” I asked. 

I took the key staring at it in confusion; it appeared ancient. As I examined it I heard the woman gasp something. I moved closer to her and held her hand attempting to hear her strained voice. She shook her head with a ragged sigh and breathed her last.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

NaPoWriMo: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “Death Stops” 


And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. (Or, find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you). The idea is for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel stuck just rewriting the original!. For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore. Happy writing!

Please see NaPoWriMo for further information.

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A poem with another poems line: “Because I could not stop for death. He kindly stopped for me.”  – Emily Dickinson.

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Think it’s relevant, everything?

We do each day?  We are revelling,

Time drip-slipping away everyday.

Hovering over lunacy, play,

Forgetting we’re mortal, time wields our last battle.

Scars running deep, old injuries, our bones rattle.

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Knowing their isn’t a choice when death comes,

Though we run, he’ll kindly stop some —

Method of escape; We can’t stop —

For death, we wouldn’t know to drop,

So, he stops his chariot racing, catches mortal.

No breathing in the air, you’ve no need at the portal.

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To blessed world you find escape,

Death leading you in his slow gait, 

Time it has no meaning, kingdom —

Come has arrived and you are done.

Though years you might’ve waited for death to take you,

Think it’s relevant? Time? His hands; God holds you.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: “Beautiful for him.”



This is the day before I meet you, this is a day we could remember someday down the road. But lets meet first.

I have showered using fragrant shower gel; I have scrubbed my body and my face. I have shaved and waxed so carefully all to have the smoothest skin you’ve ever touched.

I am slathering myself up in sweet smelling body butter, my toes are a pedicured gold and my fingernails passion pink.

My hair has been washed and conditioned twice, and towel dried before I put my products in (spray in conditioner and moose).

I have blow-dried my hair carefully to get volume in the back. Rolling the brush around my blonde strands before curling them artfully with a curling rod.

My face is tonerized, moisturized, serumized, and I have used makeup primer, there’s no way my makeup is coming off.

I have delicately put on foundation, concealer, and barely there eye shadow. I made my makeup subtle with a light pink lipstick — I don’t want my lipstick to show up on you.

I wanted to look natural because men like their woman not to look overdone. But I know an extra coat of mascara makes my eyes look bigger.

I sprayed on my favourite perfume Chance by Chanel and sprayed my hair loosely in place. Just enough, you can run your fingers through it.

I am dressed casually so it looks as if I didn’t try too hard. But you know that casual is hard work. Well I’ll know, you’ll glance at the time on your phone in the car for the third time. . .

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But then, you’ll call to say that we cannot meet today, you are going away. After, I was getting ready for you. To make a good impression.

You said this to me so last minute, I thought maybe you don’t wan’t to meet me for real. But I remembered you said you thought I was cute.

So here am I, dressed up with no place to go. That’s the last time I dress and beautify myself for a man. Next time I’ll only do it for me.

That’s what I say, until the next guy I like…

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.