Friday Fictioneer: Uninhabitable #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting 


Thanks to Rochelle Wise-Off Fields for hosting FF. 

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Credit: Lucy Fridkin

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Paulette had never seen anything as thrilling as the dawning sun kissing the ocean turning the blue-green water of the ports a shimmering orange. She was high above the city in a helicopter.

 It used to be her favourite time of the day, before violence, destruction, and war was waged against the island of Jespa. Although many international leaders did not want to aggravate their largest trading partners, the communist country Hincqua, other countries supported the democratic island country of Jespa who had formed seeking independence from Hincqua.

Hincqua had not put up with Jespa’s humiliation for long. As a result, when the sun was high in the sky, Paulette’s heart sank at the decimation before her. She only knew it was her team’s job to aid the survivors in starting over. Jespa had become uninhabitable.  

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Unshedlike Shed #flashfiction #amwriting #fall


Thank you to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Phylor

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Matt never talked about the shed in his yard. In the past he’d been rude about it, if I asked him. But I’d never seen the shed door half-open before.

He gazed at me steadily as he often did now. One day five-months ago I caught him staring at me and he blushed.

Now, he’s trying to tame the wisps of hair from my face, but neither of us had made a real move. 

 “Why is the shed half-open?” I asked.

 “The basket in the shed door, it’s for us. We’re going on a fall picnic,” Matt said proudly.

I blushed, “Where are we going to have the picnic Matt?” 

“In the shed, Aubrey.” 

“But we’re not allowed in there remember? Your Dad said never.” I reminded him.
“It was one of my Dad and my Mom’s favourite places when Mom was alive. I told my Dad I was taking you on a picnic and he told me to clean up the shed for you; Grandma helped with the decore.” 

I grinned.

The shed was rustic-sheek, painted in soft ocean-toned colours. There was a loft up top with a queen mattress, thick white cotton sheets, a navy duvet, and several accent pillows.

There was a huge white window with a navy cushion to read on. The shed even had a small kitchen with mini- appliances and a metal and wood island for two, along with a washroom with a matching tiled shower.

I gazed at the ash wood floor as the sun danced across it and back to Matt.”This is amazing! You did all this for me?” I asked overwhelmed, tears slipping down my cheeks.

That’s when Matt took my chin in his hand and kissed me. It was the first of a lifetime of kisses and memories in our unshedlike hideaway. 

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My apologies. I think this piece is a bit long, but I can’t seem to cut more right now. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Three Line Tales: Songs on Fire #3Linetales #lyrics #music


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting 3 Line Tales:

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Dan Carlson

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1.”She’s just a girl, and she’s on fire; hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway; she’s living in a world, and it’s on fire; feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away; oh, she got both feet on the ground; and she’s burning it down; oh, she got her head in the clouds; and she’s not backing down; this girl is on fire . . .” 

Alicia Keys “Girl On Fire”

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2. “After I have traveled so far; we’d set the fire to the third bar; we’d share each other like an island; until exhausted, close our eyelids . . .”

Snow Patrol – “Set The Fire to The Third Bar”

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3. “I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm; and the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold; my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones; it keeps my veins hot, the fire’s found a home in me; I move through town, I’m quiet like a fight; and my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie. . .” 

Lorde -“Yellow Flicker Beat”

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Decided to try some lyrics this week. This prompt made me think of many songs and how we use fire to describe so many feelings, situations, and experiences in life. There is fire in everything. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Deserved 

Day 11 – Monochrome/Architecture 


You aren’t a treasure and you aren’t an island

Built among these gaudy towers

You are mid-level in the sky,straight, and brown

You’re speciality is a pirate show

Once good enough for every age, but now I hide my child’s face

At least your close to the fashion show mall.