Three Line Tales/Dverse Poet’s Pub: Poem – Lunes – “Predators” #amwritingpoetry #dVerse #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales. Also, thanks to Lillian of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for her prompt on national hand holding day from August 9, 2018.

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Credit: Maxim Leyssens via a Unsplash.

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Soft, inhaled scent of babies;

But they’ll grow.

Teeth-bared, razors piercing flesh.

*****

In sleep, the sweet siblings —

Snuggle, tucked beside,

Paws crossed overtop each other’s.

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Perhaps, they’re hand holding? Innocence —

Deceives gashing claws;

Ripping, tearing, biting; fierce predators.

*****

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©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Sunday Photo Fiction:  The War to End All Wars #amwriting #nonfiction #flashfiction 


Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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Credit: C.E. Ayr

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What was it like back then? To finally be home? To say the war is done, the enemy is defeated. Hitler killed himself and the Russian’s have taken half of Berlin. The U.S. navy is done island hopping and Japan surrendered after two giant atomic bombs. There’s a Time Magazine cover of a small Japanese girl running, her skin peeling off. Was the message affective? There will always be new enemies and consequences of war. It’s masked beneath the happiness this man feels grabbing some girl he didn’t know, to kiss her in the streets. 

But how many millions were murdered in Germany, France, Russia, Poland, Austria, and the Ukraine? What about the Japanese internment camps and the humiliation suffered there? Think of all the soldiers who were victims. It I said there’s about 6, 000, 000 soldiers alone, who died in WWII; the war to end all wars? 

I wish I could be as happy as this young woman, kissing this soldier and kicking her foot up into the air. There is joy in the end of war but there is never justice and although there are times we ‘must’ go to war, I have learned war is not ‘just’ for anyone. We’re human so we war. It has and will always be. But I fondly wish to be this girl kissing the handsome soldier, innocent, excited, and not realizing no war ends all wars — not until eternity. 

Word Count: 179

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved 

Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – Cinquin – “What Love Means” #taleweavers #amwriting #poetry 


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt:

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Image Provide by: MindLoves Misery Menagerie

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Love it —

Must be more than, 

What Emma simply says, 

When You’re losing, 

Your teeth.

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She says, 

Quite clearly, 

And she’s only six-years, 

But she’s wise for —

Her age.

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Wisdom, 

Just children have, 

Amaze adults revealing that, 

Love is more than, 

We think.

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Complete, 

And comfortable, 

Smiling without teeth ’cause, 

Your friends love you,

For you.

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No matter, 

You’re missing teeth, 

And have gapes in your mouth, 

Friends care not, love —

Anyways.

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Of all, 

Kids’ memories, 

The best to remember, 

Innocence made.

Without —

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Judgement, 

Only fighting, 

Over favourite toys,

Grudges not kept, 

Hands held. 

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Pets like,

Favourite cats,

Laughing at penguins from, 

Favourite movies loved, 

With Friends.

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Second —

Homes, each other’s —

Houses; kids come and go, 

Colouring, 

Painting. 

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Spending, 

Childhood doing, 

All the activities kids, 

Should be doing, 

Laughing —

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Over, 

Funny things told, 

Not really funny but, 

Giggling stuck, 

Can’t stop.

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As kids, 

Laugh at every, 

Age; children’s innocence, 

Refreshing and, 

So kind.

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Especially, 

When they teach us, 

Lessons like to love anyway, 

Family and friends, 

Anyone.

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Kids play, 

Not realizing, 

World’s complicated; let —

Children be free

Always.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Shadorma – “Beauty Reveals All” 


Thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt word Sing. Today’s poem will be a Shadorma. A Shadorma poem is a sestet with no set rhymes. But there is a syllable pattern of 3/5/3/3/7/5 in each sestet. Thank you to Manan and Rosema for information on this type of poetry. Check-out their Shadormas in their links provided.

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Only when,

You see the proof will —

You believe.

You do not–

Believe inside; with your heart,

You’ve no vision there.

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I sing about, 

A day when I will —

Finally–

Reveal all.

Maybe the day will never —

Come; maybe you’ll grow up.

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You can be —

Childlike and innocent, 

Be young at —

Heart and laugh, 

But you’ve a complicated–

Way of showing youth.

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You’re not young, 

You’re older then mountains, 

Crumbling,

You’ve gone soft, 

There’s no back bone in your body, 

Perhaps, you’re a snake.

But maybe, 

This is only rage —

Passed down from, 

All the years, 

I’ve thought, what to sing,

Attractive face hides.

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Don’t you know, 

It’s what I’ve learned from —

You and them.

A handsome —

Face, can mask, multitude of —

Sins; dishonesty.

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I’m not sure, 

Who I will meet one —

Day; the liar? 

Or a man, 

Learn-ed from, mistakes in life; 

Beauty sings, reveals.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Maydays: Fiction- Remorseless #Maydays



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Thanks to K.L. Caley for hosting #Maydays. Today’s prompt is something evil.

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Brittany Evans was a seasoned District Attorney. She had slaved many hours convicting Jay Brighten of a slew of connected murders. Today, the last victim Vicky Bernhardt would receive justice.

Brighten had viciously killed and dismembered the corpses of young women all over the US. Having finally been caught three-years ago, he was still not remorseful.

As Brittany faced him on the witness stand, his chilling gaze made her want to run.The hollowness of Brighten’s black gaze made Brittany feel as she had every time he was on the witness stand; as if she were staring into the pits of Hell.

“Mr. Brighten,” Brittany said quivering inside, “Did you or did you not kill Vicky  Bernhardt, stabbing her an excessive amount of times?”

“Yes, I killed her. I stabbed her seventy-six times to be exact.” Brighten said matter-of-factly.

Brittany was taken aback as usual. Brighten was always frighteningly honest with his answers to her questions. “You were counting how many times you stabbed Vicky?”

“Yes, I counted every single time I stabbed Vicky. I counted for every woman I killed.”

“Why did you stab Vicky and stab all those women, many times?”

Brighten appeared bored as he regarded Brittany.”They were sluts. I don’t care about whores. If they wanted to remain alive they should have made better life choices. Vicky was another whore who needed killing.”

“You believe Vicky needed killing, Mr. Brighten?” Britanny asked scared of what she would hear. Whatever his answer, his words always chilled her to the bone.

“Of course she needed killing. Vicky deserved it. Every one of those sluts I stabbed deserved it. They’re adulterous whores breaking the Ten Commandments. I was doing what had to be done. It’s what God would’ve wanted.”

Brighten sighed as if Britanny was wasting his time. He felt no remorse for his actions it was clear.

“Why did you dismember the dead women? Vicky most significantly?” Brittany asked firmly.

“Same reason. Whores don’t deserve proper burial. Their bodies are already desecrated, so I cut them up like the animals they were.”

The entire courtroom seemed to gasp appalled. Brittany, a trained attorney, felt sick. But then, facing Brighten on the witness stand as she had done numerous times, always made her stomach knot.

“Vicky and those other women you killed weren’t ladies of the night, they weren’t working the streets looking to have sex with men for money Mr. Brighten. Vicky was a university student with a high GPA. She played Tennis. Her boyfriends name was Tom. By all accounts, she was a faithful girlfriend. In fact, all the women you’ve killed have been young professionals or university students with full and happy lives. They were faithful to their partners. What do to say now, Mr. Brighten?”

Brighten had the audacity to roll his eyes. The Judge frowned at him darkly.

“They weren’t married to their boyfriends. They were sluts.That’s why Vicky was a whore and all the rest of those women.”

Brittany couldn’t believe what she was hearing again. Brighten always gave the same horrifying answers.

“Those were real relationships. Many of the girls you killed were engaged. They weren’t sleeping around with multiple partners. They were faithful to their one boyfriend or fiance. They weren’t trading sex for accommodations, food, or clothing. Vicky and every single woman you killed had a job and many were working towards a better one attending school. I don’t understand? Why were Vicky and all these women whores as you say?”

Brighten laughed. “You don’t get it because you’re one.”

“Excuse me?” Brittany said angrily. The Judge called for order in the court.

“They weren’t married,” Brighten emphasized each word. “They’re whores because they were not married to their boyfriends. They didn’t stay virgins until marriage.”

“I’ve read about you and your long-term boyfriend.” Brighten added. “Been together ten-years. You’re a whore. I should’ve killed you too. I should have been less discriminating and killed every woman I could. At least the virgins would go to heaven.”

Brittany was shocked. Her courtroom facade had gone pale. Quickly, she collected herself staring in Brighten’s demonic eyes. She felt as if they were eating her soul, each time she heard him answer a question.

“You’ve been found guilty of sixteen young women’s death for first degree murder along with several other crimes. You pleaded guilty for all of them. You pled guilty to murdering Vicky, the last woman you killed before the police arrested you.” Britanny said with hidden rage in her voice.

“Don’t you care you broke the Ten Commandment: ‘Thou Shall Not Kill?’ Don’t you think when they kill you on death row, God isn’t going to be there on the other side welcoming you to heaven for killing innocent women such as Vicky because you too broke a commandment? By your logic it’s what follows.”

Brighten laughed and laughed. “None of those women are innocent. God will be pleased with me, even though I broke a commandment.”

“So you’re allowed a pass but Vicky and the other women weren’t?”

Brighten smirked not answering the question.

“Answer the question Mr. Brighten,”the Judge ordered.

Brighten laughed maniacally and Brittany felt as if she was going to throw up.

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It was years later, but Brighten’s laugh still haunted Brittany’s nightmares. Her dreams terrified her even as she watched Jay Brighten’s execution.

He never showed any remorse or any guilt. Such as many death row prisoners had, Brighten had no religious epiphanies. Brighten still believed he had every right to kill all those women ten-years later when he was finally executed.

Was he going to be shocked after he died.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Daddy’s a Peacock.


Jennifer was at the San Diego zoo with her nephew Hollister. Hollister was oohing and aahing at the animals he saw. “Look those are peacocks honey, aren’t they pretty?” Jennifer asks Hollister. He nods and says, “oooo nice.”

“That’s the boy peacock” Jennifer tells him pointing, “they always have bright blue and green feathers so the girl peacocks will notice them. The girl peacocks have white feathers. ” Hollister smiles.

” I think the boys are just showin’ off,” he says. “Like Daddy when he brings the red car with Monica. I like Monica she is so pretty, but not as pretty as Mommy,” Hollister spouts.

“When does Daddy bring Monica over?” Jennifer asks Hollister. He giggles.

“She is so funny. Monica comes over in the day when Daddy comes and gets me from playschool. I watch cartoons and play with my toys. Daddy says not to bother Monica. But I went to see them once…” Jennifer gasps but Hollister continues,”Daddy got mad and he was naked. Monica was naked too. Daddy said they were having grown-up time.”

Jennifer was so furious at her brother-in-law. Hollister pats Jennifer’s hand as if he can see how anxious she is. ” It’s okay Auntie, Daddy was just being a peacock .”

Jennifer sighs. “We’re going to have to tell Mommy this story Hollister.”

Peacock

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting!