Sunday Photo Fiction: Ancient Treasures #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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The books were torn and tattered at the edges and it didn’t appear as if they’d been read in sometime. Dust coated the tops and sides, especially the books which stuck out. At some point in their history, the books had been reread a great deal; they  had been well loved.

 Jy peered at the books on the shelf and sniffed at the foreign scent of mildewed paper in the air. He had only heard of books such as these. They were hundreds-of- years-old and Jy treasured them. Few books were published in paper except the reigning government’s: Manifesto. 

He gracefully removed a book from the shelf, surprised by the glossy cover under the dust. He turned to chapter one and started reading. This book was of the fantasy genre and Jy adored fantasy — especially fantasy which hadn’t been altered.

In his world, books were stored on computerized chips in your mind. You sat and closed your eyes, picturing yourself reading the book; that was how one read. Books were easily accumulated but you were only allowed to read approved books. There were millions available, but one could always tell when the regime had made changes in a novel, adding and removing parts. 

Jy came across a word he knew was banned. It read, “Freedom.” He curiously reread the word; his only frame of reference was that it was something of too much responsibility for mere citizens to have.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Intimacy


I am an old fashioned girl in many ways, my conservative values are being uprooted. I like to be free but —

I think that a few dates to get to know a guy is pertinent to understanding he and you.

But all these guys don’t want to put in the effort. They want you in bed, before you’ve said your name and basic details.  

They want sex,  primarily, you’re just a pretty face. Where are the guys who put effort into making a girl feel special and valued?

I’m a feminist, and I want  to be equal to men; it seems we’re not. We’re still objectified. 

But impressing a girl, and having fun together it’s important. I’m for slow beginnings, to build roots. I’m for midnight laughter and sharing parts of yourself in your head first. 

Where are the men who care about you as a person and like to talk to you? Where are the guys who don’t want to only hook up, but actually go on a few dates first.

I think if you think, I’m going to sleep with you; I should like you a lot and know you enough that I’m comfortable with you. Sex changes everything.

Why should I sleep with some random guy? I want him to be invested in our relationship. I want more then a night. One night stands never go well. 

But I’m old fashioned and girls almost half my age just give sex away; never thinking that they’ve lost intimacy somewhere along the way; that the owed a guy nothing.