Photo/Music Challenge: Sunlight Too #shortfiction #amwriting #dierksbentley


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting PhotoChallenge 200. Also, thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this last Friday’s Music Challenge “I’ll Be the Moon” by Dierks Bentley Ft. Maron Morris.


Credit: Justin Peters


“I’ll Be the Moon” by Dierks Bentley Ft. Maron Morris


It begins so innocently. A few words, a few texts that turn into a few hundred. A few phone calls and coffees. A few drinks, and late night conversations. My phone lights up in the dark. “Where are you?”

“Just meet me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Kier, meet for a drink, for an hour, maybe two, maybe three.”

“Baby, I’m in.” I speed towards our favorite bar. Our relationship has never gone passed intimate conversation or eyes locked for eons, long enough to drown in each other’s presence.

Jovial talking and laughter ring as I open the bar door. I find you in the restaurant bar and stride towards you. Your smile lights up my heart. Elation and this feeling that I can’t name rushes through my veins.

You take a sip of your beer then, saunter over to greet me. Taking my cold hands you warm them, before grazing your against my cheek. Its silkiness causes fire to light inside me.

“Girl, you can’t take your eyes off me, can you?”

You chuckle and lean into me, forehead against my chest. “Yeah, I’ve been missing the sight of you. I keep thinking about you, Kier.”

Your words are sweet relief and our first kiss overwhelms me. I grip your vanilla scented hair in my fingers. Your lips brush mine, over and over. I nip your bottom lip, and the clammer in the bar disappears.

I’ve dreamt of kissing you often. Is it even real? Then, you moan and the kiss elevates, lips melding and tongues meeting faster, passion igniting in us both. We’re lost until a waitress pokes my shoulder.

“Hey, Kier.”

“Oh, Brandy. We’re kind of busy. I gaze at your swollen lips, preparing to dive back in.

You move away slightly, gripping my shirt, eyes wide. There’s enough room for Brandy to half squeeze between us.

“Kier, you want a beer? You haven’t ordered yet, there’s specials on tap or do you want your regular?” Brandy presses her red lips together and wiggles her chest against my side. Her scoop neck t-shirt leaves cleavage bulging out. I’m not interested and never have been. I peer at you, your biting your lip, your eyes narrowed at Brandy.

“The regular’s fine, Brandy.” She looks at you and freezes. You roll your eyes at her and she flushes, before giving a fake smile and swaying her hips, teetering back to the bar on red heels.

You burst out laughing and snuggle into my checked shirt and chest. You pull my my face down towards your lips, hands around my back, stroking beneath my shirt.

“Mmm.” I can’t help moaning. Our lips clash, the sparks between us explode. I lead you back towards the booth, where no one will bother us anymore.

We converse, make-out as if we we’re both sixteen, and laugh for hours. When your ringtone, a new version of “House of the Rising Sun” goes off, his name pops up on your caller ID, I try to hide my disappointment.

You brush your hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, it’s time to go. I need to get home. He’s wondering where I am.”

I hate your excuses, but sigh against your neck placing small kisses towards your velvet earlobe. You giggle pushing me away half-heartedly.

I grasp your small chin. “Ain’t no one gotta know. Please, Mer, one more kiss before you go.”

As you walk away and I admire your legs, leaning against the back of the booth. Your flash your sweet blue eyes at me peering back, before sauntering out the door. I don’t think you know how sexy you are, even when you’re leaving me.

I grumble to myself in the booth. What are you doing? She’s married and it’s going to get complicated. Then my heart comments. It’s already complicated, Kier, and you know it. You might as well see it through and see what happens.

Brandy walks up to me, sliding her hand down my arm. She’s young and attractive with glossy brown hair and whisky eyes, but she has no substance. She has nothing on your mahogany curls, plush pink lips, and your ironic sense of humor. I wave Brandy off and drink my third beer. I imagine you in my arms, somewhere we’re undisturbed.

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A couple of days later I phone you and we have our first fight. “I can’t do this to my husband, he loves me. We have ten years together.” The years in your voice are audible. You sound exhausted, frustrated, and you’re crying.

“So, he’s cheating again?”

“Yeah, his fifth mistress, that I know about.”

” Ten years, huh? I don’t wanna be a liar and I don’t wanna be a fool, but I hate keeping secrets. For now I will, if you want me to because I can’t lose you. Give us a chance, we could be so much more than you and what’s his name.”

“We are more. You’ve always been more to me than him, even when you left.” You’re whispering. I’m wandering if you’re hiding in the laundry room, so he doesn’t hear your call.

Your voice wobbles. “You’re all I have, he doesn’t know me like you do. He doesn’t love the me from long ago, or the me today. Kier, love me, don’t let me go. Someday soon, this will all work out.”

I shake my head. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t care anymore. “Okay, Mer. As I said, I don’t want our relationship to remain a secret, but I will if you want me to, right now. Can you do this, juggle your husband’s infidelities and us? Sometime soon you have to make up your mind. A man that treats you like he does isn’t worth your time.”

Your crying. “I never thought I’d see you after all these years. I can’t let you go again. It ripped me apart when you left, that’s why I married him. I didn’t have to think about the hole in my heart when I focused on him; at least until his first affair began.”

“So, you want to meet up tonight? Somewhere in-between where you and I live? If that’s what you want, we can meet as often as we’re both able. I feel as if you’re leavin’ me in the dark, accepting you only as an affair. I want more, but if that’s all I get from you until you end it with him, I’ll take it. He can be your sun and I’ll be your moon.”

“You’re so lyrical sometimes. I love that about you.”

“It’s the truth. He has your days, and I have your nights, time permitting. But what happens when the two times intersect? He can be the sun and I’ll be the moon, for now, but not forever.”

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It’s a nice hotel, swanky, and comfortable. You’re stretched out with me, our skin flush and our limbs tangled after hours loving. I kiss your forehead, brushing my fingers through long mahogany hair.

Suddenly, his ringtone goes off. Your phone lights up in the dark.

I kiss your cheeks and your sweet lips. You bury your face in the pillow, trying not to cry. “Gotta go. He’s wondering where I am.”

“I know, but it still ain’t easy. Just tonight, stay longer. Stay for the whole night. Say you’re at your friend’s place having a girl’s night after a hard day. Call your friend, Liz. She supports us, and she’ll back you up. Tell him you had a bad day at work, and forgot to phone hi earlier.”

“I don’t forget to text him stuff like that.”

“Maybe, you do, this once.”

You giggle, “Someone’s creative tonight. You must really want me to stay. I want to stay too.” You smile, plush lips brushing mine, before placing your head on my chest. I wonder if you can hear how fast my heart beats when I’m entwined with you.

You raise your head, your face is streaked with tears and you kiss me hard, not soft but with need. There’s desperation in your kiss.

You climb on top of me. “One more time before I go.”

I grin. Our kisses and caresses multiply, tightening the cord of our connection. Later, you’re gone, but I’m lay awake in the early morning hours.

My mind won’t stop circling. Tomorrow, she’ll be waking up beside him. She’ll tell him that you loves him, but I know Mer doesn’t mean it. She loves me she told me so. She doesn’t love him at all, she never has.

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For over five months now, you continue to meet me some nights. Unexpectedly, we have the whole weekend to ourselves. He’s off on some business trip. You already told me he has a new mistress. I don’t understand how he doesn’t know he has the best of all women in you.

You’re splayed on top of me and we’re both gasping for breath. You pull the blankets up around us as our sweat cools, your head in the crook of my neck.

You bite your lip, peering up at me. “In my mind when I’m looking at him, and when I think of him, I don’t see us staying together. We’ve had ten years, ten years of what? Ten years of lies and deceit, now on both our parts.”

I rub your back in support. You talks about him lots. Thinking aloud, attempting to solve the riddle; how to let your husband know you want a divorce, that there was never love between either of you.

You kiss my neck, then my heart. ” I’ve been lying about loving him for years. I can’t stand all his affairs, but are we any better, having our own affair now? I feel so guilty, but at the same time, I don’t care anymore. He deserves it.”

“I hate this.” I don’t mean to sound harsh, but I have to tell you. ” He’s always the elephant in the room. No matter what you think, he’s never known the real you. He doesn’t see you for you, or the false life you both live. But girl, I see you and know the truth. I see you clearer than he ever will.”

I flip you over, resting on top of your sweet body and my forearms. “Don’t let this be a secret any longer. I don’t want to only be the moon; I want to be sunlight too.”

I kiss you tangling my lips and tongue with yours, channeling my will into our loving making. Between gasps you whisper, “Okay, Tuesday, I’ll see my lawyer.”

My eyes go wide and you giggle, kissing the joyful grin on my face. I tickle you, then my hands make the familiar journey down you alabaster skin.

Later I tell you. “I’m no longer the moon, but sunlight too. I’m every time of day with you.”


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

Music Challenge/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Way Down Below” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge #photochallenge


Music Challenge #18 by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie is “Way Down We Go” by Kaleo and Im combining with Photo Challenge by NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie .


Credit: Charlotte Gonzalos


“Way Down We Go” by Kaleo


Way down we go,

Can’t lift us up oh, oh.

Way down below, beneath the blows,

We’ll hide our woes and find our souls.

But we may sink in mire as we expire,

As way down we go,

Trying to find life’s flow;

So, love me slow or love me not.

Don’t run me down, down with wild blows.

Way down we go,

‘Cause say we, way down we fall, oh, oh.

Way down together,

Far down below and I respire;

Our breath so close, that lips conspire.

To go down further, disperse our woes,

In life we try to avoid what hurts most.

Tell me, do we get what we deserve?

It’s better when I’ve got your back,

When your behind mine, and you hold me close.

Swaying back and forth,

In rhythm, and life,

‘Cause way down we fall,

Way down we go, oh, oh.

Here we go to the journey home,

Though down is such a far way to go —

We’re not afraid.

There’s nothing gloomy,

When your hand’s in mine,

Electric currents wired;

We hold are flow, the energy grows.

Are hearts on fire, we won’t let go;

No matter that, way down we go, oh, oh.

We won’t let our held hands go,

Your grip is tight and your eyes they glow.

Your lips they lift and your pulse beats mad,

Nothing this good could be called so bad.

It’s tough, sometimes when you explode,

When the down it holds,

When I let go and hide;

But new days keep dawning with azure Skies,

No matter that, way down we go —

We rise to conquer towards the surface,

Way down we go, heads held high,

And I promise you’re the one,

I’ll go to the ends of he works for —

So, way down we go, together into forever.

Digging ourselves out of holes,

Patching our broken souls.

Life’s not permanent so while I have you, we go, and go,

Way down so slow, oh, oh.

To grasp each moment, string it out–

To hold such love and not implode.

Way down we go —

No longer running each other down.

Resting in the hollows, the caves, and valleys,

Exploring the roots and tearing out the weeds.

Let’s say we, go way down, to the garden of glee,

And those happy places we render, and feel free —

When life is way down,

We never let go;

Despite falling down, we go, oh, oh.

Never afraid when we go together, rising through it.

Way down we go oh, oh.

But how wonderful it is to be struggling as one,

Down low, or dreaming of sumptuous flight,

Freedom more than we deserve.


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#November Notes Day 26: Poem – Lauranelle – “Honestly, I Love You”#amwriting #poetry #dVerse


November Notes Day 26 is the song “I’m Confessin’ ” by Liz Wright. I’m combining the prompt with Paul Scribbles #dVerse Poet’s Pub Prompt on the Word grace.


Credit: Cristian Newman via a Unsplash


I’m Confessin'” by Liz Wright


Love is my confession, do you love me too?

I’m confessing I need you, even when I lie.

Honestly, I love you, everyday I do.

It’s hard, I’m not prone to feelings, I don’t cry —

But each moment you’re gone away a tear slips —

Falls down my cheek; I sigh at the offending eye.

In your strange oceanic orbs I fall, drift —

Into bliss, I long for your sweet velvet lips,

So, grace me the truth, love with more than a kiss.

Everything about you, your smile, your chin’s slight dip —

Makes me alive; longing to be close to your skin,

To exist in words of love, my heart leaps, dives, and flips.

Whenever you’re near, your words of love are sin,

I don’t know if I’m dreaming — feeling so misplaced.

Tell me exactly, all your love confessions.

Don’t leave me lost, let me know your graciousness;

Honestly, I love you — say it too, don’t lie,

Keep loving me for all time, graceful choose faith–

Love so, we can live life, believing our love,

Is something infinite, existent from above.

Love is my confession, do you love me too?

Honestly, I love you, everyday I do.


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#NovemberNotes Day 24/ Sunday Photo Fiction: Poetry – Free Verse – “Faith and Writing” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction


For November Notes Day 24 the prompt song is “Like the Wind” by Triosence and Sara Gazarek. I’m combining the prompt with Sunday a Photo Fiction held by Alistair Forbes.

I know it’s more than a month since November Notes ended but I only have six prompts left (this one included) and then I can move on to other things and a more regular blogging schedule in regards to prompts.


Credit: Jules Paige


Like the Wind” by Triosence Ft. Sara Gazarek


Writing is like the wind,

Spiralling chimes into motion,

It uplifts the tired soul;

As the wind, inspiration can be touched,

It’s ethereal, invisible;

Yet, you sense it as it flies through you — around you;

You can’t say it doesn’t exist as like many things —

It’s a matter of faith;

Supported by first, seemingly tenuous strings that many attempt to ignore —

To dissuade you from;

But although they maybe tenuous, these slender strings are mighty,

Their stout pillars support belief in your God given abilities.

Somehow, talent and imagination swirl and form into the plausible, the possible —

When you close your eyes and write.

Imagination is full of wonder, beauty, joy, and love of creativity flowing —

Winding, spinning as wind chimes sing a chorus.

Faith is the core of everything —

It’s love of God and belief that He guides us,

The symphony director composing, omniscient;

That such as each instrument and voice,

We all have a purpose.

And when our pens and tablets call us,

It doesn’t matter what it’s called;

Just that we know and trust what is greater than us —

The unseen — both in the art of writing and in the vast celestial.


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Notable Quotes December 2017 Part Two #quotes #pinterest


Merry Christmas! These are a bit late but I hope still helpful and inspirational throughout the holidays. I’ve chosen to stick to Regular everyday themes. Sometimes the holiday quotes and holiday themes can ‘Holiday’ a person out. Thank goodness for hockey or all that would be on TV at night would be Hallmark type Christmas movies.

Anyways enjoy your Christmas’ and ponder these in-between. 🎄❤️😊


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November Notes Day 16 /Photochallenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Immeasurable” #photochallenge #poetry #amwriting


For November Notes the song is “Words as Weapons” by Birds. I’m combining with NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge Prompt.


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“Words as Weapons” by Birds


You can try to measure her angles,

Try to rationalize her curves.

Measure her so your comprehension of her is scientific;

But to math and science she’s absurd.

She has no rhyme or reason,

And you can’t make a person a logical equation.

Her body is not algebra,

Nor is she a kind of Cosine, Sine, or Tangent Angle.

You can use your words as methodical weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as numerous weapons,

And you can’t measure those.

Their quantitative value is beyond this world.

And she’s no statistical value,

She isn’t found in Trigonometry or in quadrilaterals.

And you’ll find no help about her in Epistemology;

Nor any philosophical math or logic.

Some things in life are beyond words and equations,

They aren’t logical or reasonable,

They are what they are.

And if you love all her curves and angles,

Can’t you let that be enough?

There’s no need to hypothesis,

To predict the future or the next hour,

So what if her face is symmetrical?

You can use your words as abject weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as numerous weapons,

And you can’t measure those,

Their quantitative value is beyond this world,

It’s called feeling and living in the moment,

Joyeux de Vivre or spontaneity,

No being afraid to let life happen,

To have Passion in the here and now.

Though you find it easier to measure and quantify your life,

Perhaps quality is a better goal?

And if such beauty you behold,

That you cannot find the exact right words,

There are other ways to show your love.

You can use your words as hurtful weapons,

To untangle her qualitative values,

But your words like swords will never cut to her core.

She’ll use her tears as more painful weapons,

And you can’t measure those,

Their quantitative value is beyond this world.

Before your mind starts to unravel,

In charts and graphs and parabolas,

Accept her for the flower she is,

Blooming without thought or reason,

In the midst of a freezing winter.

She is who she is and she isn’t a number,

Not even a poem,

She’s only and always a woman,

Her worth immeasurable,

Her love beyond equations and perfect values.

She is your summer in the bitter cold of life.


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Notable Quotes November 2017 Part Two #Quotes #Pinterest


Happy December! I feel I haven’t been around so much blogging but I made sure to prepare the last part of quotes for November 2017. I think I’m behind so I’ll have more quotes this week to catch up. But please enjoy these quotes for now to ponder. Have fun with your holiday celebrations throughout the month, as well.

I’m nearly done my Christmas shopping, a few odds and ends to go. How about you? Life is good. Trying to figure my direction out at the moment but excited for what’s coming this Christmas and in 2018. For now I’ll start with Christmas baking and in-between freelance writing will try to finish November Notes along with doing a few more short fiction prompts.

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#NovemberNotes Day 12/Saturday Mix: Poem – Rondeau – “We Don’t Stand A Chance” #amwriting #poetry


November Notes Day 12 Prompt song is by Sam Smith and called “To Good At Goodbyes.” For this Prompt combo I will combine the song Prompt with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix Prompt on homophones. For this week the homophones include bolder – more courageous and boulderlarge rock; and two of, flew – past tense of fly, flu – short for influenza, and flue – chimney pipe.

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Too Good At Goodbyes” by Sam Smith

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I’m never gonna let you near my heart,

I’ll let you subsist in-between the bars;

Where we’re both near, yet feeling the flu, starved.

Not letting you close, though you mean the most,

I’m brokenness, you’ll never get closer.

Opening up is like chocking on barbs.

I’m not someone bolder, willing to fall hard,

Your here, but I see clear, we’re the departed.

Not letting you close, though you mean the most,

Chained to a boulder we don’t stand a chance.

A simple sincere truth, I’m good at parting,

Every time I hurt you, you hurt me too; dark —

Eyes forgetting, when we weren’t sickly ghosts,

Not seeing, together we flew the most.

Not letting you close, my tears fall imparting,

Chained to a boulder we don’t stand a chance.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 24: Poem – Blitz – “Black as Hurt” #dVerse #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Mush of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for a prompt theme on metaphorical masks. As usual for this month, combining with OctPoWriMo Day 24 prompt on when lovers meet using the Blitz form of poetry. 

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Darling you wear your mask 

Darling you’re in hideous pitch black 

Black rooms with no light

Black rooms without hope 

Hope is what tells me keep trying 

Hope is what tells me keep looking

Looking for someone to love

Looking for someone to share life

Life is amazing 

Life could be sweeter 

Sweeter as nights by the fire

Sweeter as nights in your arms

Arms that protect and hold

Arms that are safe and warm 

Warm as companionship and sensual fire

Warm as a person without a mask

Masks are the problem with today

Masks hide our true selves

Selves but characters we form 

Selves unreal and afraid of showing

Showing we care and love 

Showing it’s okay enjoying each other’s company 

Company that might be more permanent 

Company that’s beyond a few days or nights 

Nights that are fun, sexy, and happy

Nights making memories of us 

Us being are true selves 

Us not hiding behind constructed masks

Masks are so deceptive 

Masks leave room for too many lies 

Lies prevent intimacy

Lies cause pain and hurt 

Hurt is what we try to avoid 

Hurt is the reason we play these games

Games of waiting to call or text

Games frightening because of our closeness

Closeness is a risk of pain

Closeness means affection and love

Love isn’t without misery

Love is also passion and fights

Fights of jealousy and misreading 

Fights to push away someone to near

Near enough to know you’re hurt

Near enough to hold you when there’s tears

Hurt can be healed when we’re honest 

Tears can be rare when we’re both unmasked. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 8/Sunday Prompt: Poem – Free Verse – “Through Hope” #poetry #amwriting 


Thanks to Scribblersdip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting her collage Prompt with a Sylvia Plath quote, from October 1, 2017. Also today’s OctPoWriMo Day 8 poem is on the prompt of how do you know. 

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Self discovery questions, 

How do we know, 

What we know? 

How do we find out? 

How do you describe the feeling, 

Of something intangible? 

If someone can’t, 

See the invisible, 

Having faith, or hope of —

All things we know,

That aren’t tactile, visual, 

Or auditory, 

If we’re but certain of the sparks —
In our brains, 

Is attraction or love real? 

Is faith and belief for sure? 

We must sail beyond scientific evidence, 

Beyond the research, the data. 

Believe fairytales and find our —

Joie-de-vivre.

Abstract shocks —

Of beauty and faith, 

Filling in holes with — 

Puzzle pieces. 

We’ll never prove all, 

It’s a choice to decide —

What we are not sure about. 

To be certain of, 

What we don’t see; 

That’s how we know, 

What we know, 

Through hope. 

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