Sunday Photo Fiction: The Apparitions #flashfiction #WWII #amwriting #writing 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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A Mixed Bag

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The submarines of old stood out in the San Diego Harbor as Carla walked Bruno and Velma the dachshunds. 

After tiring out both dogs, she paused to gaze at the submarines along the walkway. It didn’t appear as if any navy personnel had worked on them in over seventy-five-years. 

The subs were relics of WWII, but Carla knew many men had died and been terrified for their lives in such submarines. The US had used them effectively ‘island hoping’ to help defeat the Japanese, after Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor. Of course, the bombs had sealed the deal. 

Suddenly, the dachshunds began to bark and yip ferociously. They pulled on their leashes willing Carla, their Mom, to go home. 

She gazed back at the submarines one last time and let out a frightened shriek. Upon the old submarine, a ghostly navy crew with 1940’s uniforms, walked atop the sub performing their duties. They stopped, noticing Carla, and turned to whistle at her as if she was some wartime doll for kicks

When she blinked again, the apparitions were gone. Carla decided she needed something stronger in her coffee this morning. Maybe she’d forget the coffee part altogether. 

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©Mandibelke16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Ghazal -“Newest Illusion”


A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that precedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name… The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.

Please see Shadow Poetry for further information.

To explain this definition in my poem, ‘illusion’ is my repeating refrain and the word ‘trusting’ is the inline rhyme word that I’m working with in my poem for line A.

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Mirage of sensations, not trusting your illusion.

Letting go, letting you in — difficult, just an illusion,

Words swimming in my mind, creatures of the depths in flight,

Begun ‘us,’ place my heart in your hands — I must; illusion.

Images of red, colour offends me from my past life,

Wobbly bridge, cross to you or stuck, you an illusion.

Travelling wisps in the darkness they kiss, ghostly mist.

Implies, in my dreams, I have to risk, not just illusions.

Fantasy helps me escape you’re real, you’re here.

Thoughts unravel typing, wonder must I see illusion?

Confusion alludes to facts, can’t trust my own heart beating so fast.

Around you I find, feeling lust I conclude, you’re illusion.

Days will pass, yesterday is past, don’t relax yet, sublimity.

Thunderstorm forming, anger conforms, rusty old illusion.

Moments they hinder, life from lingering as you drift on by,

Would you be my shelter, find in me hope and trust — illusion.

Our minds whirl, spin, all over the place, seeking a resting place.

Need you to be my peaceful place in life, not just illusion.

Wrapped in your arms, haven of warmth, hearts beating as one,

Didn’t know, what I know now, you’re a must, no illusion.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Part 2 – A Whisp in the Wind


Even as a spirit, Bernice told stories well. Bernice’s hands circled her own throat miming a squeezing action and then her eyes rolled back in her head as if she were dying. 

” I get it Bernice, I understand someone killed you but who? Please talk!” Jackie heard the whisper of her sisters ghostly voice finally in the wind, “Davey . . .” 

” Davey killed you Bernice? I mean he’s a prick but he hasn’t got the smarts, has he?” Bernice began to cry and pointed to Jackie. The wind howled and the bell of the old church down by the park began to ring. In the howl of the wind and noise of the bell she could barely hear the force evident behind her sister’s ethereal voice” HE WANTED US BOTH DEAD!” 

Bernice’s concern was evident as she curiously began to fade into thin air. It was daylight and the park was now empty. Bernice had come at an odd time in the day as Jackie was walking. Then, Jackie looked towards the church bell which had rung its last ring and she realized she was vulnerable.

Word Count: 176

  
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