Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Weave a tale in which you as a traveller are lost in a foreign city and you find help from an unlikely source.

Where are you going?

How did you get lost?

Who is it that helps you?

What do you learn about this person?

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My visit to Alfricon Jungleria was meaningful and inspiring.

It is a city unknown to most people and the population is extremely low.

I arrived at a nearby international landing strip, built just for this great city.

The city is unlike any I have ever seen.  There are no motor vehicles. Everyone travels by foot, boat, or what I would call a make-shift rickshaw that resembles a horse carved out of a tree trunk.

I had a guide that helped me move about the city because the city was more like a jungle, hence, the name Alfricon Jungleria.

There are few shopping areas, miles of vegetation, and I saw all kinds of animals. Some roaming near the houses and all along the different paths we traveled.

We traveled for over an hour, but did not cover a great distance due to the vegetation and winding roads, or what I would consider as being just narrow paths.

I wondered away from  my guide, just trying to follow the little paths through the vegetation to take pictures and I got lost.

I walked for what seemed miles, received a lot of mosquito bites and scratches on my face and arms from the vegetation. Nightfall came and I was so tired I laid down on an old wooden bench I came across, then fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a small child singing.  She walked up to me and placed my hand in hers, then proceeded to lead me to a small house nearby.

She motioned for me to sit on a chair, then disappeared and came back with a pail of water and a cloth.

I tried talking to her, but she could not understand me.  She soaked the cloth with the water and gently placed it on the mosquitoe bites as she continued to smile at me and hum the song she had been singing.

A man came out of the house and extended his hand to me.  We talked, although I could barely understand his language.  He said his name was Abernishinger and the little girl was Aphrodite, his daughter.

I learned Alphrodite means Goddess Of Love and this little girl has a lot of love to share, a beautiful voice and a very sweet and caring heart.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



photo by Rebecca Johnston

three line tales week 35; deer at sunset

The Sighting

“Yes, I did see her and she was standing among the other deer just looking at me, but I don’t know why she wasn’t moving because I was so close to her!”  Josh said with excitement.

“Josh, I think you had too many of those special mind altering drinks last night and when you passed out your dreams took over your mind and this is the result of that!”  Blair retorted.

“Well, if you believe people have actually seen Big Foot, you should believe me, your best friend, that I saw the Spirit Deer!”  Josh replied with indignation.

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THE DAILY POST …..facade


Needle In A Haystack

“Frank, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack,” Alfred complained.

“That’s true, but it’s the only thing we have to go on.”

“Yes, and we have very little time to find it before he moves her somewhere else. “

“Hopefully, he did not hear her give us the description of the building’s facade before he destroyed her cell phone,” Alfred remarked.

“So, how many buildings are we talking about in a city this large?”

“Too many, that’s for sure!”

“Wait!”  Frank said.  “She mentioned a terrible odor in the area.”

“What are you thinking, Frank?”

“I’m thinking the building we’ re looking for is near the Johnson Paper Mill!”

“You’re right, Frank!”

“If I recall correctly, there is a small building with an unusual facade just a half mile from the paper mill!  Alfred said.

“Call in for back-up, Alfred.”

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved






“Sam!   I think I’ve located RB42A,” Josh screamed in the phone.

“Where?”  Sam questioned.

“It’s near the old water park.  Can you get here fast?”

“What’s the big rush, Josh, do you really think it’s going to just take off?”

“It did before!”

“Not without our help. Remember, we had to use a lot of elbow grease just to get it to budge an inch!”

“Sure, but it’s been gone for so long!”

“That was my error.  I failed to put in the guide wire.”

“Over there, Sam.”

“Hello RB42A!”  Sam muttered.

“You forgot my guide wire,” RB42A grumbled.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped my mind.”

“Yes, and now I need a complete paint job after traveling to dozens of towns.  Can’t you see I’m turning green?  And, it’s not green from envy, I can tell you that!”

“I’m going to retire you RB42A!  I believe you deserve it.  It looks like you have housed over one hundred fairies.”

“I believe that’s 1,000 fairies, Sam.”

“Oh!  You’re right.  I see another zero on your house number.”

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THE DAILY POST  ….September 17, 2016    …Together

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It was snowing all day and the roads were slick, so there was little traffic as we made our way to my mom’s house and as I rounded a corner we saw a terrible accident!

A truck had slid on the payment, hit a car causing it to flip over and skid across the road.

The truck continued forward without the least bit of hesitation.

We saw smoke coming from the car’s engine and quickly took action.

My daughter and I raced to the car as fast we could and frantically began to get the people out of the car.

There was a woman and two small children.  We were able to get them out of the car and I carried the two children while my daughter helped the woman. We got them to a safe distance from the car.

A minute later, the car exploded.

Together, my daughter and I were able to save the people’s life.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




TLT week 33: a ball of orange wool

The Covers

He spoke in a quiet voice telling her how much he missed her.

She explained that she would soon join him, but must wait until all the yarn is purchased.

He understood and was happy to hear that, knowing soon they would cover the bed together.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Tale Weaver

# 83   September 15, 2016



I see it sitting on the street waiting for me to arrive.

I dream about it searching for me.

I hear the bell and music beckoning me.

My thoughts,  drawn to it like a magnet.

I can see the succulent, creamy texture of the product.

My eyes glaze  with anticipation.

I can not break the addiction.

I give in, once again!

Awe!  It taste heavenly!

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



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The  Body

Marcus and Jackson discovered a body while out for a day of fishing.

They had just gotten back to the parking lot and as they were loading their gear in the trunk they saw her next to the club house pool near a wooded area.

The police arrived and started their investigation, thinking she must have drowned while swimming, however, they discovered dark marks on her wrists and there were pieces of tree bark clinging to her bathing suit.

Marcus and Jackson were the only ones there since it was late in the afternoon and everyone had left the clubhouse.

After questioning them, the police arrested Jackson after finding the same type of tree bark sticking on Jackson’s pants cuff as the woman had on her bathing suit and he had fresh scratches on the side of his face.

After being pressured for an explanation from Marcus he confessed to the murder, and told him he had killed her when he went back to the truck for something and ran into her, they ended up getting in a heated conversation, he lost his temper, grabbed her, she scratched him and he smothered her screams with his hands until she went limp, then he left her by the pool, knowing no one had seem them.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 09-13 through 09-19-2016

his week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade for our photo prompt!


“Patrick, what is that?” Jeffery asked.

“It’s a magic pink diamond.”

“I can see that it’s pink and diamond shape, but where did you get it?”

“It was on the floor of the space museum.”

“You stole it!”

“No, not exactly, it was sitting by a trash can.”

“Hey!  Maybe it is the object the scientist are looking for.”

“What object?”  Patrick questioned.

“I don’t know, they won’t say anything about it.”

“What is the diamond for, Patrick?”

“It’s amazing!  I left it in my bedroom when I went to  school and when I came home my whole room was neat and clean!  I love it!”

“Maybe your mom cleaned your room.”

“No, she told me if I did not clean it every day she would throw my things in a huge pile on the back porch and I could sort things out there.”

“Wow!  I want one of those.”

“Well, let’s keep it a secret and I will share it with you.”


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I had studied for the contest weeks in advance and knew I would do well.

The question’s seemed very easy to answer and my opponent seemed to think they were as well.

We stood over two hours answering questions, then I was given a question that totally stumped me and I lost the contest.

There’s always next year!

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved