Sunday Photo Fiction: The End of The CorkScrew #flashfiction #amwriting #fiction 


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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Kathy walked into The CorkScrew. During the day it had masqueraded as a cafe with coffee, tea, hot chocolate, soft drinks, and any alcohol you felt like adding. At night the old place truly came alive as the beloved town bar where everyone met to have fun and catch up. 

However, the building no longer met fire code regulations. It hadn’t when she started working here as a bartender when she was sixteen, having procured a fake ID. But twenty-five years later the place was so terrible it had to be torn down; even renovations couldn’t save The CorkScrew. 

At the front of the bar were bottles from years gone by. For some reason one could still get an ancient bottle of 7Up to mix with lime juice and Vodka. There was original Coca Cola and original Pepsi, whatever you preferred to have with your Rye or Rum. 

Kathy along with neighbors, patrons, and friends — some she’d known all her life — had come to the bar one last time to watch as The CorkScrew was boarded-up. Oddly enough, even the rats seemed to be leaving the building, which only made Kathy cry harder. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Petrarchen (Italian) Sonnet – “Pirate Treasure Lost” #amwriting #poetry #sonnet


Elzabeth Swann : Pirates of The Caribbean – Keira Knightly (en.wikipedia.org)

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There’s a map, in whose treasures know not I.
No ruby, emeralds, or Dabloons reside.
There’s no treaty by which I’m bound to abide.

Hidden crowns gold, dripping silver so alive.

The pirate in me razes, rum drinking by slides,

Statues of marble from the crypt I hide.

Burying paintings, my beloved Renoir’s,

X Marks the spot where all treasure confides.

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But I’ll not tell you it’s value hid deep.

Presence lost in jungle, where spiders creep, 

Deadly venom, no cure can fight, to speak.

The map survives, a tattoo inked in sleep, 

Adventure awaits, your life to beseech.

Trespassers beware; in quicksand you’ll weep.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Etherees –  “Always Drunk at Thirty-Six”


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Hangovers must be hell at thirty-six.

It’s nice to feel a little tipsy,

But aren’t you too old for weekends,

Passed out; weekend nights binging,

No, don’t live life wasted,

Watch your intake guy,

Nice to let life, 

Be; Moving,

With the

Flow.

One,

Day you,

Need to put,

Your grown up pants,

On each foot and think,

“Do, I want to spend life —

Drinking time away when I —

Could be living life loving ’cause,

I’ve a woman who lights up my days?

When I’ve life complete, why spend it wasted ?”

There’s a reason we all get drunk, sometimes.

We’re hurt bad inside, we need numbness,

We’re trying to forget a hard job,

Covering monotony,

Or we need some courage,

To do difficult things,

Losing ourself,

In ruby-red,

Or white,

Beer.

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Try

We think,

How’d we get,

To this place where,

We’ve no memory,

Tried forgetting reality,

Was merely out for good times,

Spending the night laughing with friends,

Don’t remember conversations with some —

Woman, no girl who matters; booty call.

Hangover fades and you think back on her, there,

For your enjoyment, drunken fumble in, 

Some bedroom, yours — you always come,

To your place, you prefer to,

Make them leave embarrassed,

Because you’ve no memory,

They’re a night,

A moment,

You made,

Null.

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Void,

You hear,

Sounds so loud,

Awaking finally,

The worlds gone ink dark,

You’re wandering between,

Days, which keep fading into the —

Last day, recall being fully —

Awake, not caught in haze of rye, rum —

Shots done all night as in younger days.

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Maybe, you’ve never passed this stage, growing,

Past a point most people realize some–

Day in their late-twenties when,

Hangovers last two-days,

And along come their kids,

With their beloved spouse,

Socializing change,

Set example,

Fun times,

Change.

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But

I think,

You’re single,

Might impress on, 

Pretty women’s view,

You’re not in drunken haze,

You can hold your liquor well,

Enjoy yourself sometimes, let liquor —

Relax your soul, knowing your limit,

She sees you being yourself, not some drunk.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

The Future, on a Cold Winter’s Day


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Today I am wondering about the future.There a lot of things I am planning for but everyone knows we cannot tell the future and things work out how they do. We may wish for our lives to take a certain path but the best paths are often the paths we wouldn’t exactly choose to take looking forward, but looking back are glad we did. As the aptly titled song by Rascal Flat’s goes ” . . . and God bless the broken road that led me straight to you.” We choose directions to take our lives in and find that where ever we go we make mistakes. But who would have thought the brokenness in our lives could actually be leading somewhere and that there is a reason for the mistakes we make. I don’t know about you but in my life I hope I make the right decisions and the wrong decisions that lead me to where I am supposed to go.

The worst thing about looking forward at the future I think is considering all the steps we will need to take to get there. Sometimes the worst issue with future is wondering if we will ever get where we want to go. Is the future we have in mind possible? Or if it’s possible that I can I ever complete everything I need to complete to get to that future? Will I have the strength? Will I have the endurance? Will I have my health? We take so many things for granted in our quests towards the goals in our life. Just being able to be alive and healthy and able to move where we need to go is something so vital to completing our goals. Having the skills to be able to complete our goals is also important. Not to mention, functioning with whatever inner and outer strength you possess despite the fact that others may possess better skills and strengths is something in itself. Nobody is perfect and we must use whatever qualities we have to complete our goals towards the future.

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I always think the future looks bright, but it is when I am in particular facing challenges, that I think the future can be bleak. It is easy to move ahead when the situation is manageable and looks good. But when the situation looks bad and is hard to manage then I wonder how I will ever get through anything in my life, much less the movements I make towards future goals. Challenges make us stronger, they build character. But life is such as the saying goes, teaching you the lesson first and giving you the experience last. Or to be more cliché – hind sight is 20/20. I believe the worst thing about learning experience is not being able to share that experience with other people because often people have to experience things for themselves, to learn a lesson. They say ‘oh yeah” and ‘uh huh’ when you tell them the same thing beforehand and when they experience some difficult situation that they learn something important from they say to ‘know I understand’ or you see in their work that they now truly get what you were saying to them.

But if we could make ourselves see the truth before it hits us in the face, maybe we wouldn’t actually get the necessary experience needed to complete our future goals. Maybe it takes pain and suffering to teach a lesson. Maybe it takes the ability to figure something out and torture ourselves over the details to learn how to do something right the next time. Or maybe you have to make a mistake a few times to learn something about yourself or what you are trying to do. I don’t know. I know for me that’s how things work out sometimes. I say to  myself ‘ I will never do that again’ and then I go and do it again. Drinking, for example, is like that. You drink so many shots of rum until you make yourself sick and the next morning you say ‘ I will never drink rum again.’ Then two months later, having forgotten the taste of the rum you are back doing shots with rum and drinking rum and cokes until you get sick again and again until you drink the bottle one time and finally, you very much mean ‘ I will not drink rum again, ever, ever!’

This is what learning hard lessons are like. It takes a lot of stupidity to get things right but if your lucky you do something wrong one

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time and never again. Once I ordered letterhead for the company I was an administrative assistant for. I reversed two letters on the phone number and cost the company $300.00. For a company that made millions of dollars it probably wasn’t that big of a deal but I still felt bad and I never made that mistake again. I triple checked my letterhead from then on. So sometimes you can learn from one mistake one time.

I guess all I hope is that of all the ideas I have in my head for the future that some of those ideas, the right ideas come true. I don’t want to end up regretting my plans even though some of them I probably will. In my heart I want to look back on my life and have used all the talent God has given me up. I want to know I did the best I could even when I couldn’t do my best work. The future is daunting but I still believe in being an optimist about it if you know what I mean. Great things are surely ahead even if bad things are too.