Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Lies to Tempt Lies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftW.

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Credit: Kecia Sparlin

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“So saying, her rash hand in evil hour [ 780 ]

Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck’d, she eat:

Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat

Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,

That all was lost. Back to the Thicket slunk

The guiltie Serpent, and well might, for Eve [ 785 ]

Intent now wholly on her taste, naught else

Regarded, such delight till then, as seemd,

In Fruit she never tasted, whether true

Or fansied so, through expectation high

Of knowledg, nor was God-head from her thought. [ 790 ]

Greedily she ingorg’d without restraint,

And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,

And hight’nd as with Wine, jocond and boon,

Thus to her self she pleasingly began.” – Paradise Lost (XIV. 780 – 794). 

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“Such fruit is sweet scrumpciously divine, 

No better you’ll ever taste, dripping, 

From your most beautiful lips lick, 

Every last taste, let not on your face lie. 

Taste, devour, Lotus flower’s guided, 

To the mouths of pagan gods, and rip —

All flesh from this heavenly fruit sip.

For such knowledge it gives, opening eyes, 

Now you’ll see;” the serpent slithered past, 

Back to the thicket slunk, lies and tricks —

Enough to make dear, Eve, believe lies, 

A talking snake had ate the fruit, so she —

Ate, since the snake conversed; not seeing the facts, 

Black Serpent granted humanity dark death.  

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Sunday Photo Fiction: The Elven Healer


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Their enemies were close, Kaleen could smell them. They reeked of blood and the putrid stench of those who had not bathed; the gremlin’s mission was death to all elves.

Kaleen knew the elves were strong. Hardened warriors, both men and women. Kaleen was a significant force in the war because she had healing magic; few elves possessed healing powers.

Though many elven warriors lay at death doors, Kaleen held her hands tight against their wounds, chanting magic incantations her Grandmother once taught her, and healing them. Kaleen also knew which plants would aid her own healing.

At the moment, she was trying to escape the gremlins with a young dying healer named Liam. The enemy had snuck up on Liam as he slept. Kaleen had half-carried him to a part of the woods where the aloe vera plants thrived. 

Kaleen cut a leaf of an aloe vera plant, allowing its juice to drip into Liam’s deep wound. She chanted using every bit of her magic. Later, she awoke, thinking, she must have passed-out. Healing a healer was difficult and used a great amount of energy. 

She was caught of guard as she arose. Liam was gone and two gremlins sneered, glaring at Kaleen. She drew her enchanted sword, releasing fire globes from her free hand, powerful magic not to heal, but to kill.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.