Three Line Tales: Fiction – When It All Falls Apart #amwriting #fiction #3LineTales


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“Do you need to hear confirmation from me — what is it you wan’t me to tell you?” Clair refused to meet Theo’s eyes, and slapped at his hands grasping for her arms; once his gaze held promise — not ice-cold loathing.

She lifted her shoulders as her mouth flattened, and her chin raised in defiance: “Leave, Sharon’s waiting; and yes — I know.”


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Poem – Rondeau – “Playing The Part” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction #fiction


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You may not notice, I’m a work of art

My body my canvas, I define my part;

My vision for my world; Mad Max who darts,

From posers surrounding; their judgment.

Skull rings which frighten, mean I’m them nudging, 

To think outside what they perceive; cold remarks. 

They’ll swear vindictively, “That punk, upstart;

Who’s he think he is? His ink such a lark.”

I’ve tuned them all out, their words toxic sludge,

I’m reckless, I’m fine; I’m a work of art. 

I’m older now, I’ve forgotten their darts

Aimed to hit my stillrock hard diamond heart.

Dress shirts, ties, hide tattoos; I’ll not begrudge,  

Rough nights aided, their beauty never smudged. 

I know too well, what it’s like, to play a part.  

I’m reckless, I’m fine; I’m a work of art. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.