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Tale Weaver: Poem – Synchronocity – “A Deadly Night” #amwriting #poetry #fiction #taleweavers


Here is last week’s  Tale Weaver prompt, held by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is a story about being caught in a deep freeze. 

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Credit: Winter Wolly

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Stuck fast in this ice, no relief, 

Car pushed off he highway it’s —

Dark, cold

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We’re lucky we’re uninjured that, 

We’ve signals on our smart phones; night

Descends. 

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There’s no gas left in the tank from, 

Starting, then turning off the heat

Stars bleed

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Giant glimmering balls, twinkle, 

Outside our windows; but we’re still —

Stuck here. 

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We called the AMA, come find —

Us because we’re frozen; minus 

Forty

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Nighttime is bitter, freezing we’re, 

Huddled beneath silver blankets, 

Wondering. 

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Then he starts shaking, lips so blue

Then he’s still; hypothermia

Induced. 

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But the sun is rising now; we’ve —

Made it through the dark; my friend he —

Yet sleeps. 

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Hearing voices outside our car, 

Come to save us now, opening —

Our doors. 

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Light leaks in, such needed warmth; I —

feel my hands, shaking you awake, 

You blink

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Writing 101: Nonfiction – If We Were Having Coffee #everdayinspiration


Today’s Writing 101 prompt is the: “If we were having a cup of coffee. . .” structure prompt. I have seen many bloggers do this so I think it will be an interesting prompt to try.

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If we were having a cup of coffee . . . I would tell you I’m struggling with the closing chapter or two in my novel. I’ve been stuck for a couple of weeks. What I need to do is sit down and write, no matter what comes out. But I stacked my plates with #Mayday prompts and Writing 101 prompts. I’m learning a lot but I need to finish the novel in full. I think I’m almost scared to because I know the next steps are full of editing and revision. As a first time novel writer, I know this will be taking up a large chunk of my spring and summer.

If we were having a cup of coffee . . . I would tell you I don’t drink coffee; I’ve never really drank coffee. Sometimes at church when I was a young teenager I drank coffee because the gym where coffee is held after the service was incredibly cold and I needed the coffee to keep warm. But I despised every drop which went down my throat and usually choked on it. I prefer tea. I drink a blend of green tea, sometimes fruit teas, and sometimes chia tea. I drink tea cold and hot. I’m considering buying this cold tea container from David’s Tea to make cold tea for summer in a bigger quantity because then, it will be in the fridge ready for me to drink.

If we were having a cup of coffee . . . My weight is frustrating me. I try to stick to a diet and reduced calories and I track everything on My Fitness Pal. I take vitamins to help and it’s such a problematic issue for me. All I want is energy and I will exercise. I love cardio and I have no problem getting sweaty in a fitness class or lifting weights. The allergies get me outside but I want control over my body. 

I don’t want to have a body I can’t make strong and fit. I hate being the weight I’m at and I’m terrified to gain more. Losing thirty-five to forty pounds is a lot of weight, but it is what I need to do to put my body back at a healthy weight. I just don’t know how. If I can see something is slowly working I’m okay but if I can’t I get frustrated and cheat because I figure, why not?

If we were having coffee . . . I’m going to a clothing exchange event a friend is putting on next Saturday. There are snacks and I’m bringing wine and nice clothes that don’t fit or I never wore. And we go and see if there is other clothing from other people which we might like and might fit us. The remaining clothes go to GoodWill. This is an inexpensive way and a fun way, to add clothing to your closet. I’m excited. My friend hosting the event has a side business, helping people make outfits and clothing combinations from the clothes in their closet. She helps them go through and keep certain items and donate others. 

If we were having coffee. . . I’d be saying good night and calling a cab. I’m tired tonight and I have to be up for a blood test tomorrow morning around 11:00 am or noon. Talk to you later. By the way did you notice the new blog theme? How do you like it? 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Writing 101: Day 10 – Dentures


Prompt: Let the Scene Write Itself

The taxi drops me off at Jasper ave and one-hundred-and-sixth street. I know Jasper ave well. I’ve been into many of the buildings on the ave. I have been coming to the City Centre mall for errands, lunch, and getting my hair done since I was in highschool.

This building, it’s only the second time I have visited it. On top of a Tim Horton’s and a post office is a highrise full of doctors of every kind. I was referred to go see Dr. P, a specialist, after my regular dentist took one look at my teeth and said: ” I can’t fix these, look at your bottom teeth, you’re going to need a crown on everyone.” I was shocked. I had always had the best teeth in my family. I only had one cavity ever. But since 2010, a year after I started having to take a cocktail of medications, my perfect teeth began to pit from acidity. To this day no dentist can find out why. I don’t drink fruit juice, I only have one pop a day, I don’t eat many citrus fruit, I’m not bulemic, and I don’t have stomach acid.

Dr. P looks at me in the dentist chair, he is showing me molds taken of my teeth. “See how your bite just fits exactly together, there is no space you should have space between the bottom and top. I don’t know why your teeth are so acidic but you need to wear your mouth guard. Your teeth are delicate and thin. See how thin they are? And look at this X-Ray, the roots of your teeth are perfect but when we get up top the enamel is just gone. You have to wear the mouth guard or we’ll have to pull all your teeth out and you’ll have dentures at forty.”

This was not what I expected to hear from Dr. P. I thought he might suggest crowns but instead he says I have to ” protect what I have.” I have to wear the horrible night guard. I told them I have insomnia, I cannot sleep with it in. But he says I have to wear it or I will be like my Grandpa and have dentures. It makes me angry, like I don’t already have enough health issues to deal with. 

I have to wear the mouth guard as much as possible and once we check with insurance, they will make me a new one that fits perfectly. They never fit perfectly. They are always hard to breath through and hurt your mouth. The mouth guard gives me headaches but I have to wear it! I have been grinding my teeth since I was five and now because my teeth are thin, there is no choice but to wear it. No way in Hell are they pulling my teeth out. ” That’s not so bad,” my mother says. I choke down my reply. Would she like dentures? I doubt it and she’s fifty-seven. I keep picturing the cup my Grandpa put his dentures in with polident. That won’t be me.