Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneer, Memories/Childhood, My Thoughts, Nature, Nonfiction, Religion/Morality, Writing, Writing Challenges

Friday Fictioneer: Lying In The Grass #amwriting #nonfiction #flashfiction #fiction #philosophy 


Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.

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Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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I’m lying in the summer grass. Above me the sky appears as if the heavens are opening. Perhaps brilliant marshmallow clouds behold some greater being, a creator with vision and design? There has to be more to humanity than our randomness in the world. I think that we all have a place, a reason, a purpose. We aren’t accidental and are made specifically to be ‘us.’

It’s a relief the hot sun is blocked by the clouds but I can see the light peeking through as if the sky has provided me an inkling of celestial luminescence. But maybe the sky is only the sky and I’m personifying my beliefs and feelings? But then, maybe faith and the existence of God is demonstrated most superbly by the the earth, nature, and tiny glimpses of gloriousness seen lying in the grass.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Children/YA/Family, Fairy Tale Themed, Fiction, Finish Off Fridays/Saturday Mix FlashFiction, Flash Fiction, Memories/Childhood, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, My Thoughts, Nature, Writing, Writing Challenges

#FinishOffFridays Flash Fiction: Shadows Are Beings Too #amwriting #flashfiction


Thanks to Lorraine of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting: 

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Credit: Lorraine

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Great green leafy trees are reflected on the lagoons glimmering surface. High above the actual trees dance in the breeze, drooping, almost as if to kiss the water with their branches. On the shore are large rocks which I take and skip across the lagoon. The mermaids will love me for this.

I continue to skip rocks until a few lovely mermaids pop their heads out of the forest lagoon and give me dirty looks. They hope it’s Peter, but when they see it’s only Peter’s shadow, they roll their eyes diving back under the water beneath the lillypads and floating flowers.

No one anywhere thinks much of a shadow and they don’t realize shadows are beings too. So the mischief in me has unsewn myself from Peter Pan. He’s been chasing me all day but I’m quicker and smarter than he. It’s why I decided he should take a trip home to a little girl I fancy; she is called Wendy. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Free Verse, My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Poetry, Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Writing

Poem/Song: Free to Say “No.”


You probably only think I’m weak,

That I’m making you choose,

A choice you don’t want to lose,

You probably only think I’m weak,

But what choice do I have,

I can’t let a man hurt again,

You probably only think I’m weak,

But abuse is abuse, 

He’s starving you of your right to choose,

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And every time I think back when,

A man like the one you have,

Hurt me so deep, 

He never heard the word, “No.”

You think that’s just how it goes,

Bu you have a voice,

Sometimes you have to scream loud,

Don’t touch me again,

Don’t come near me again,

Leave me alone,

I deserve better then your abuse.

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You probably only think I’m weak,

He’s only hurt you once or twice,

And he apologized,

You probably only think I’m weak,

That I’m just seeing things,

Remembering memories,

You probably on think I’m weak,

But I see how he hurts you,

And that he doesn’t hear you speak.

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And every time I think back when,

A man like the one you have,

Hurt me so deep,

He never listened when I said, “No.”

You think that’s the way love goes,

But you have a voice,

Sometimes you have to scream loud,

Don’t touch me again,

Don’t come near me again,

Leave me alone,

I deserve more than your hurt.

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You probably only think I’m weak,

But I’m trying to help,

Trying to make you see,

You probably only think I’m weak,

But bad becomes intolerable,

So, get up and leave.

You probably only think I’m weak,

But I’ve walked in your shoes,

Let’s both of us run away.

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And every time I think back when,

A man like the one you had,

Hurt me so deep,

He never heard the word, “No.”

It’s not the way loveing goes.

But we have a voice,

Sometimes we have to scream loud,

Don’t touch me again, 

Don’t come near me again,

Leave us alone,

Because we are both free

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Free to be ourselves

Free to be safe–

Free to say, “No.”

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

Day 10 – NaPoWriMo – Abecedarian – An Alphabetical Poem – “The Dance of Life”


Always walking in the shadows I see your every stance;

Because I can’t help but watch you, as you move I glance.

Conversely, you are watching me as I strike a pose lipstick in hand;

Dedicated to your mission of figuring out the dance I move.

Entrancing as it is to watch each other move, we are figuring out more;

Finding out the steps we move to each other’s waltz, while keeping up a tempo;

Guiding our feet along one another’s, you move, I move, this is the dance.

Holding hands, you gently lead and take your steps so carefully;

If I should ever step on your feet, God forgive me because we are waltzing for life.

Just because you should stop, I would always wait for you;

Killing all movement is not a reason for you to let go, I will find your pace.

Laughing, uproariously as we linger at the parts we get especially close;

Movement with you is always a good time, moving with you I am consumed.

Never have I felt so alive and full of vibrancy and color, we are vapour;

Only the fastest couple can catch us as we move to this lover’s tune.

People will try and emulate us but each couple moves all their own way;

Quickly, and quietly we move, no dance once danced, can ever be the same.

Rest is required when I am out of breath, you know me like a plant knows sunlight;

Safely, you guard me while we sleep, and dream of jazz and tap, a little R&B.

Together we incorporate the dances that go beyond the waltz, for life moves beyond what’s known; 

Understanding your footwork, I match my own footwork to it;

Various movements cause us to spin and sometimes I feel a tad dizzy;

Waking as we move, dancing makes me feel weightless at times.

Xylophone’s play a little beat as we begin to slow our pace;

Zany business is this dance called life, but I’d only dance it with you.