Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Beyond Words or Woofs #amwriting #flashfiction #dogs #homelessness


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Fandango


The trails meander through the river valley park where the city erected unique benches made from verdant trees felled to create park pathways. At night Paul and his four dogs inhabit a particular bench. They rest their tired legs and pant joyfully, cooling off from the hot humid summer days, during the night.

However, in the winter the dogs huddle against Paul, absorbing each other’s heat. Paul doesn’t have much in his tattered backpack. Only a oversized bottle of water, a bag of dog food, a couple of protein bars, and thin blankets for the dogs. But one night the ice creeps up frosting Paul’s beard. It’s -45 degrees Celsius outside and the homeless shelters are full.

Despite layers of clothing Paul trembles and his teeth chatter; he can’t sleep in this miserable blizzard. He’s terrified the dogs will freeze to death — they’re his family and all he values in the world. He covers them, wrapping them in blankets before spreading the sleeping bag across them all. Their fur is frosted over and he keeps rubbing them with his gloved hands to keep their bodies from stiffening.

Suddenly, a light shines, blinding Paul in the treacherous cold, then his body heats as if he were sitting out on a beach in Mexico on the perfect hot day. The dogs peer up at him from the white sand, wagging their tails. Paul and his dogs have moved on and exist in a place beyond words or woofs. They’ve left cruelty behind.


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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100 Word Wednesday: Her Perfect Vocation #100WordWednesday #amwriting #dystopia


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday August 9, 2017.

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Credit: Photo by Jane, Twitter

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 Lacey shook out her golden hair. Deborah eyed her daughter,” We’re here Lacey, this is where you’ll find out your vocation.”

“But I don’t even know what I’ll wear tomorrow. I’m not even sixteen.”

“The judges decide. Since long ago, each consecutive group of them provides citizens with the right jobs.”

” I’ve many interests. Not one.”

“Life isn’t fair, Lacey.” 

Deborah smoothed her skirt down three times.”They don’t know your thoughts. But the rigorous testing you’ve done, your DNA, genetic lineage, your social interactions, and other scientific data guides the Judges.”

“But you said they don’t know my thoughts?” 

“They’re not going to ask for your opinion. They know.”

“That’s the problem, Mom. There’s more than ‘knowing.’ There’s that feeling that tells you your purpose deep down.”

“They Judges don’t consider feelings or emotions. They don’t see people beyond their job skills.” 

Deborah shushed Lacey. Her hands trembled. “Whatever they say, Lacey, that’s your vocation.”

“Outcasts don’t last long, your father’s one and that life’s harsh. They’ll watch out for that ‘rebellious spirit’ in you.”

“I can’t keep my true-self masked. I’ll be miserable.”

“No one’s happy here,” Deborah whispered. 

But Lacey didn’t hear her. Deborah watched her daughter ascend the ancient silver staircase and knew her daughter would be searching for her father soon. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond: “Hallelujahs In Loss” #amwriting #poetry #Hallelujah #shadorma


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s challenge.

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Credit: National Post

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You wrote words, 

That crossed human hearts. 

United us, 

Made us feel;

We’ve all been hurt and broken, 

Your words understood. 

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A heartfelt —

Song to carry on, 

Though you’ve gone, 

On with the —

Lord of song where you sing your

Hallelujahs

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We felt your —

Loss in the words left, 

Behind in, 

Your songs;

Poetry style, your lyrics, 

Wrote for all. 

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But mostly, 

We feel more pain, you’re

gone; we feel —

Your absence–

Clear; as baffled King David, 

Who wrote Psalms. 

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A cold and —

A broken cry to —

God; we sang —

Your tune, said —

Hallelujah, through all —

Our our pain. 

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Praising God, 

Joyfully when wrecked. 

Whenever, 

Wherever. 

Saying Hallelujah

Lord guide us. 

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Though love in —

Life, tears us apart, 

We still say, 

Your words wrote —

Hallelujah –every

Single breath. 

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Myself I —

Know when I’m —

Shredded in —

My heart, I cry to God at night, 

Hallelujah. 

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I praise him, 

When I’m miserable, 

I praise him, 

When I’m glad, 

Truthfully, I lift my voice —

Most when sad. 

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You’re gift of 

Song, one day —

I’ll hear more, 

In heavens —

Grace; our ardent praises ring, 

Hallelujahs

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We’ll sing on, 

Or praises loud clear, 

No more pain,

No crying. 

Paradise not haulting joy — 

Hallelujah

Hallelujah 

Hallelujah

Hallelujah. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 15 – Senryu – “Blue Ain’t Your Color” #amwriting #poetry #keithurban


Day 15 Prompt: Blue
“Some of the things that come to mind regarding blue: blue moon, feeling blue, wild blue yonder and blues music. Free write for ten minutes on all things blue, where does it lead you?”
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“Blue Ain’t Your Colour” – Keith Urban

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http://www.pinterest.com

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“Blue ain’t your color,” 

It doesn’t suit you at all, 

Darling, just try — smile. 

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Blue ain’t your color, 

Don’t you know what’s your best shade? 

Gorgeous and pretty. 

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You sit nursing a —

Potent drink, it ain’t solving —

A thing; look around. 

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I’m sitting in the —

Corner; you’re so miserable, 

I’m walking over —

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I’m here to cheer you —

Up; turn tears to laughter, ’cause–

Blue ain’t your color.

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I adore your face, 

Cheeks creased and blushing, eyes —

Sparkling, shining. 

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No blue ain’t your —

Color; he ain’t your guy so 

Darling, no more tears. 

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Don’t waste your time ’cause, 

Blue ain’t your color, never —

Feel so sad again. 

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Blue ain’t your color, 

We’ll laugh, talk, and kiss the whole–

Night through, both so glad, 

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Blue has gone, left the —

Building; if you ever frown, 

I’ll ensure you know; 

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Blue ain’t our colour, 

We’re happier together, 

Blue isn’t for us.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Diamanté – “For Colleen, Five-Years Gone”


Diamente ———

Line 1: Noun or subject
Line 2: Two Adjectives describing the first noun/subject

Line 3: Three -ing words describing the first noun/subject

Line 4: Four words: two about the first noun/subject, two about the antonym/synonym

Line 5: Three -ing words about the antonym/synonym

Line 6: Two adjectives describing the antonym/synonym

Line 7: Antonym/synonym for the subject

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Thanks to A Reading Writer, Rosema my talented friend, for information on how to write a Diamanté. And my apologies, these are supposed to have a diamond shape, but I have no patience for that! Also, the picture isn’t Colleen, I just thought this woman was beautiful, and so was Colleen.

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http://www.mv1.dromghd.com

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 Energetic Woman,

 Beautiful, Vibrant,

 Forming, Endearing, Unfolding,

Helpful, Engaging, Miserable, Depressed

Bursting, Sobbing, Disappearing,

 Sick, Anxious,

 Tired Woman.

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Beloved Child.

Fond, Enchanting,

Living, Travelling, Teaching,

Beautiful, Unique, Self- Hating, Forlorn.

Ending it, Choosing, Dying,

Exhausted, Haunted,

Lost Child.

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Miserable Daughter,

Guilty, Confused,

Not Understanding, Not Knowing, Not Getting the Right Help,

Lost in Her Head, Stressed, Finding Peace, Forgiveness

Loving, Glowing, Comprehending in Heaven.

Serene, Tranquil,

Hope for Daughter.

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Blessed Mother,

One daughter, best-friends,

Laughing, Talking, Sharing,

Happiness, Remembering, Sadness, Grieving.

Crying, Missing, Wishing,

Thinking, Hoping to See Her One Day, 

Lost Mother.

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Talkative Father,

Advice Shared, Helpfully Wise,

Cherishing, Loving, Listening,

Memories, His Little Girl, Painfully, Mourned.

Grieving, Hurting, Reasoning,

Hope Filled, Praying,

Wondering Father.

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Discerning Grandma,

Wise, Experienced,

Thinking Back, Memorizing Moments, Praying.

Sturdy, Strong, Badily Hurt, Too Much Loss,

Tearing up, Remembering, Smiling,

Tough, Missing Granddaughter,

Heartbroken Grandma

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Children’s Mentor,

Teacher, Beautiful, 

Concerning, Demonstrating, Advice Giving.

Stylish, Classy, Covering Sadness, An Image.

Struggling, Breaking, Supporting.

Tears, Regret,

Mentor in Death.

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Woman passed on,

Missed, Not Forgotten,

Remembering, Laughing, Crying.

Magnetic, generous, Beyond Life, Loved.

Wondering, Praying, Inspiring,

Living-on, Saved By Grace,

Woman of Memory.

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©Mandibelle. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Diamanté – “For Colleen, Five-Years Gone”


Diamente ———

Line 1: Noun or subject
Line 2: Two Adjectives describing the first noun/subject

Line 3: Three -ing words describing the first noun/subject

Line 4: Four words: two about the first noun/subject, two about the antonym/synonym

Line 5: Three -ing words about the antonym/synonym

Line 6: Two adjectives describing the antonym/synonym

Line 7: Antonym/synonym for the subject

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Thanks to A Reading Writer, Rosema my talented friend, for information on how to write a Diamanté. And my apologies, these are supposed to have a diamond shape, but I have no patience for that! Also, the picture isn’t Colleen, I just thought this woman was beautiful, and so was Colleen.

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http://www.mv1.dromghd.com

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 Energetic woman,

 Beautiful, Vibrant,

 Forming, Viewing, Unfolding,

Helpful, Engaging, Miserable, Depressed

Bursting, Sobbing, Disappearing,

 Sick, Anxious,

 Tired woman.

——–

Beloved child,

Fond, loving,

Living, Travelling, Teaching,

Beautiful, unique, self-hating, forlorn.

Ending, choosing, dying,

Exhausted, haunted,

Lost Child.

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Miserable daughter,

Guilty, Confused,

Not understanding, not knowing, not caring.

Lost in her head, Stressed, finding peace, forgiveness.

Loving, Glowing, Understanding, 

Serene, Tranquil,

Hope for daughter.

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Blessed mother,

One daughter, best-friend,

Laughing, talking, sharing,

Happiness, Love, sadness, grieving

Crying, missing, wishing, 

Thinking, Hoping,

Lost mother.

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Talking father,

Advice shared, helpfully,

Cherishing, Loving, Listening,

Memories, his little girl, painful, mourned.

Grieving, Hurting, Reasoning,

Hoping, praying,

Quiet father.

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Woman passed on,

Missed by all, not forgotten,

Remembering, laughing, crying,

Magnetic, generous, gone, loved.

Wondering, praying, inspiring,

Living-on, saved by Grace,

Woman of memory.

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©Mandibelle. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

A List of Ways I Show Love to the People I Love and A List of the Small Ways I Celebrate in Life.


Thanks to La Duchesse D’erat for the list prompts this week:

A. How we show love to the people we love

B. How we celebrate.

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Showing Love

1. I buy flowers for the women in my life (flowers they would like) such as my Mom, friend, or Godmother every now and then so they feel appreciated and because some of them don’t receive flowers from their husbands often.

2. I buy sweet treats for some of people in my life such as my brothers, Dad, Mom, and friends. Favourites are Gluten Free Macaroon cookies from Cookies by George or Gluten Free cupcakes of any flavour for my Dad. Everyone else enjoys Purdy’s Mint Melties, Hedge Hogs, Sweet Georgia Browns, Plane Milk Chocolate, or Coconut Cream Chocolate bars. Cupcakes, mainly chocolate ones work too.

3. I send notes in the mail to my Grandmas who I can’t see as often as I wish. I wrote my Grandma Reeder a poem and mailed it to her and I try to remember my Grandmas on their Birthday’s and at Christmas time, with a card and a treat when we visit.

4. I spoil my bestfriends with birthday presents such as giftcards to stores they would enjoy, makeup they would like, or a mixture of items that are about their tastes. I try to visit my friends as best as I can but it’s always nice to be remembered on your birthday. Wine works great, a nice red wine does the trick! 

5. I bake treats sometimes like chocolate fudge brownies, rhubarb cake, chocolate turtle squares, chocolate chip cookies, and apple sauce branmuffins for my family to enjoy.

6. I do extra cleaning at home or I try to remember to do a job the way my parents like the job to be done. 

7. Once in a while, I take a family member, friend, or favourite date out for dinner and pay for it, whatever they like to eat including drinks and dessert. I trust these people so I know they won’t go overboard.

8. I talk with friends family often and I listen well and let them say whatever they need to say. If they’re looking for input, I give thoughtful input. I’m also complimentary when I talk to people, trying to find good and nice aspects about them. It’s much easier to get along with people when they don’t see you as a threat or competition. This being said, I’m honest if they truly want my opinion or they are hurtful to me; I’m no doormat.

9. I pray for everyone I can remember at night. Everyone needs prayer and I don’t always remember those I need to remember, but I attempt to get everyone in my prayer. I pray for those people who make my life miserable too because at times the best way to deal with them is to pray for them.

10. I share my faith in Christ and God in my writing, and I try to show my faith in my actions and voice. By no means am I perfect, and I miss many chances to witness but I try and the Holy Spirit guides me. If you have something that is utterly life changing and gives hope you want to share it. 

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Celebrating 

1. Well into my twenties, I would celebrate the end of the week, stress from work, and or school, by going out and drinking and dancing; especially, after midterms or finals. These days, I feel a two-day hangover is not worth it. When I was younger it only took a morning to bounce back, but two or three glasses of wine with the ladies is divine, with the occasional night out to dance.

2. I will get dessert when I go out for supper. Something that is chocolate cake with Carmel sauce and ice cream if the dessert menu is sufficient. I usually never order dessert otherwise.

3. I go out and do something with a friend(s) whether that be dancing, supper, drinks, movies, coffee, yoga, brunch, or walking. It’s fantastic to be with your favourite people and share your good news in a great conversation.

4. I shop or plan to shop for a new outfit or cute shoes if I’m able.

5. If I’m only giving myself a small reward, I will go buy myself a package of Three Lindt chocolate balls or an ice cream sandwich. I suppose I’m too motivated by food.

6. I go on vacation, celebrating each year and all it’s trials and good times too. Doesn’t have to be anywhere big, only a week in a fresh city with new things to do and see.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101 – The Letter Returns ( Part III A Letter to Ann)


Cameal sat at her desk with a smug smile on her pretty freckled face. Ann had been away from David for a couple of months now.  She had never liked Ann. She thought that Ann believed that Ann was better than Cameal and that Ann just flaunted her relationship with David in Cameal’s face even though she knew Cameal liked David.

Ann might have blond hair and blue eyes — but her hair was probably from the bottle — and her plane little face and lumpy body disgusted Cameal who had real Auburn Red Hair, beautiful skin with green eyes, and the perfect willowy body. Cameal didn’t understand what David saw in Ann.

But she had found that David had been miserable lately. He was curt with her especially. Cameal made sure to be extra nice to David, to have her work done for him before her other bosses, to wear nice clothing in colors and cuts that looked nice on her, to add a little swing to her step every time David walked by. But she found David barely looked at her.

She had been told by the office Manager, Nelly, that David had said her work was slipping. He had said that Cameal hadn’t been putting the effort she use to into her receptionist duties. But Cameal knew this wasn’t true. She had worked extra time to  see David more, been extra careful with his reports, and been truly sympathetic to him concerning Ann.Cameal knew she could win David over to her side eventually, or so she thought.

Pulling out a pile of paper’s from her In-box Cameal began to leaf through them. She was horrified to suddenly come upon a thick piece of cream paper, her letter to Ann, between some invoices. Cameal looked at the letter and bit her lip so hard it almost bled. David knew she had put that letter on the park pathway by his house. How could David know she watched from the bushes as Ann picked up that letter where Cameal had written David’s breakup from Ann, and left it on the running path? How could he know it was Cameal who wrote it?

A gentle panic began to take hold of Cameal and became increasingly worse in waves. Ann had taken time off from work so it couldn’t have been Ann who placed the letter back in her In-box despite the tear marks that blurred some of the typed letters on the page. Cameal began to pace her desk area.Finally, she got up and ripped the letter into a hundred tiny pieces. There was nothing written beside the letter, nothing stuck to it.

David knew Cameal had written Ann that letter but she wasn’t going to let David get the better of her. She maybe young but she was smart. Cameal opened her computer and wrote a letter to HR. Let’s see how David liked a sexual harassment complaint. She was a model employee and David and Cameal had been alone at his house when she had told him her boyfriend beat her up and after when Ann had fled that morning after finding the letter. Let’s see how David dealt with this. Cameal smiled to herself and waited for HR to email her back.