tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87562725035699827032024-02-06T19:25:38.800-08:00Anmelia's BlogAnmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17369826778105722386noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756272503569982703.post-65697514855782669172014-06-12T06:28:00.000-07:002014-06-12T06:31:57.545-07:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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Dimpled pumpkin<br />
pebbled peel<br />
Much squeezed<br />
sweet wheel<br />
Warm friend<br />
with gin<br />
Flesh blood<br />
pith skin<br />
Juicy Lucy<br />
sixties cool<br />
Seventies hot<br />
tropical pool<br />
Clockwork film<br />
vibrant scene<br />
Fizzy pop<br />
tangerine dream<br />
American Agents’<br />
toxic treat<br />
For Vietnam<br />
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Anmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17369826778105722386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756272503569982703.post-78746524944777504332013-02-14T01:42:00.000-08:002013-02-14T01:47:40.798-08:00Valentine Vitriol based loosely on a real life event<u><b>Splinter Sister</b></u><br />
"Your sister sent this Valentine did she?" railed Carla
scrabbling through the box of birthday cards previously received,
searching for a sample of precious Perdita's pen.<br />
"Here is proof she isn't the culprit!" she screamed,
sending the card skimming across the room to where her husband of
four years to the day sat. The card made contact, cutting his
forehead.<br />
"Ouch!" he yelled "you've drawn blood.!"
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"I'll do more than draw blood. I'll draw your bloody affair
for the world to see. How could you?"<br />
“Carla, please try
and remain calm, you'll see more clearly if you do” chided Chris
wiping the blood from his brow. “She's obviously involved another
partner in crime in this latest wind up.”<br />
“I really wish I could believe you, you've been so tired and
preoccupied lately, you can't blame me for thinking you've been
occupying someone elses bed because nothing much has happened in ours
recently!”she sobbed, uncontrollably now.<br />
He tried to comfort
her as he searched for why his sister would pull such a stunt.<br />
“Maybe
she is trying to drive a wedge between us” he spoke questioningly,
crossing the room and picking up the torn envelope and card
responsible for their row. <br />
“I'll take a wedge and stick it up
her backside if that's her game!” Carla cried, confusingly. “She
likes me, doesn't she?”<br />
That's the trouble Chris thought,
bending to pick up the torn envelope addressed to her, wondering just
how he would get the splinters out.<br />
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<br />Anmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17369826778105722386noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756272503569982703.post-67451396000109562682013-01-24T08:18:00.002-08:002013-01-24T08:18:17.648-08:0055 Word Fiction Challenge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Bag bursting with brambles, they
rambled along the line. Annie, traipsed behind hitting each kiss-curl
pin with the steel pole; their laughter rang out with each clank.
The loose metal curl twirled through the summer air as the engine
driver pushed back the springy silver strand from his eyes before it
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<br />Anmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17369826778105722386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756272503569982703.post-38236338540297007042013-01-22T15:19:00.002-08:002013-01-22T15:41:07.727-08:00Second Flash Fiction with thanks to Sarah...<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<u><b>Interloping Disaster</b></u><br />
Sarah
clambered into the Church Shop window, clutching a pair of salad
tongs and a plastic bag, whilst chuntering at Sue's attempt at window
dressing. <br />
“I said I'd be calling in after my leg waxing” she
scolded as she stumbled across the dressing table detritus. <br />
“Just
why has she strewn the black feather boa around a flea-bitten
cat-scratching pole?” Sarah had demanded Sue save it so she could
try it on with the outfit she'd bought for her 'Strictly Cull the
Seagulls Charity Event.' The Churchyard was growing a Guano coating
thicker than the icing on a Mary Berry carrot cake.<br />
“I'll
have to sterilise it before I try it on now,” she continued
scathingly, stretching across the display with the tongs.<br />
Across
the street Sue was poised ready to capture her handiwork for the
Parish magazine. The flash caught Sarah unawares.<br />
“Oops, not
just leg waxing then...” Sue sniggered.<br />
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Anmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17369826778105722386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756272503569982703.post-9736013929537216022013-01-17T05:35:00.000-08:002013-01-17T05:54:17.498-08:00My first Visual Dare<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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“They are due down the drive at any
moment so stay hidden. The gullible guard hasn't rumbled us yet”
Phil whispered through pursed lips, fearful of drawing attention.</div>
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“We have the element of surprise on
our side with this disguise.” mumbled Liz through the mac.</div>
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The proud couple walked slowly toward
the impatient press pack with their precious bundle.
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Surreptitiously they sidled past the
guard in order to gain the best view point.</div>
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The guard grinned as their camera
clicked and they captured the first image of their grandchild. How he
wished they would embrace modern technology and use the hospital's
secret entrance.</div>
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Anmeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17369826778105722386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756272503569982703.post-2300265756545990092011-03-21T12:25:00.001-07:002014-06-12T06:14:39.271-07:00Why the name?Anmelia is a blend of my name Ann with that of my Mother's Amelia and it seems fitting that I have begun my blog on her birthday and on the date of my initial blending (thirty-six years later.) My Mother never used the beautiful name but spent her days being named Elma. <br />
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Anmelia is the name invented by my Husband to describe those times when he feels I have become my Mother, the mad Scots furniture shifter. I too, enjoy this pastime, much to his annoyance as he much prefers knowing where the coffee table is going to be as he crosses the lounge in the dark...<br />
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I googled the name Anmelia and it does exist at least two people in America are named thus, have they too combined names? Name combining to produce new names does happen. The name 'Malandra' as in 'Malandra Burrows' who was an actress in the Emmerdale Farm fame from eons ago when Annie, Joe and Jack used to shut the kitchen door because it was 'parky in't yard.'<br />
'Malandra' is a blend of 'Malcolm' and 'Sandra' her parents names. Personally I think it is is an odd thing to do but it can form an individual name I suppose, if the two names are compatible that is. <br />
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Here is a short poem based around my name, from a poetry excercise. Each line contains ten syllables if you pronounce 'favourite' with two syllables as in fav'rite.<br />
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<b>Ann</b><br />
One lonely syllable plain and simple<br />
with common individuality<br />
Well worn on Royalty, often tagged on<br />
Begins gable-ended ends double-arched<br />
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