Suzsi Mandeville
Bio
I love to write - it's my escape from the hum-drum into pure fantasy. Where else can you get into a stranger's brain, have a love affair or do a murder? I write poems, short stories, plays, 3 novels and a cookbook (written as a plumber).
Stories (22/0)
First Lady of Emerald
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Perhaps it was more accurate to say, there weren’t usually dragons in the valley. Usually, they stayed in the mountains; flew screaming across the valleys and staged aerial battles with each other. They taught their pups to fly between the high ranges that allowed plenty of landing spaces on the surrounding crags. They were creatures of sky, mountain and distance, but today, there was actually a dragon in the valley.
By Suzsi Mandeville9 months ago in Fiction
Arthur
Arthur Arthur’s life improved dramatically after his wife died. I mean, he was sad and all that, but not as sad as he thought he should be. It troubled him somewhat. Arthur decided he'd better enrol in grief counselling, just in case he wasn’t doing it right.
By Suzsi Mandeville12 months ago in Fiction
Ordinary Murder
I’m not going to be impulsive about this. No, no. Let’s see, I’ve given this plenty of thought. I must have stood here in the shower for at least half an hour before I realised that I was going to have to kill her. I don’t know that I made a decision; I just ran out of alternatives. Silly really. I always think of murderers – yes dear, this is murder we're talking about. Better get used to the idea. Murder. Murder. Murder. Feel better now? Where was I? Murderers. Oh yes. I always think of murderers as being cold, heartless men whose mothers didn't love them or teach them good respectful human values. Men who prey on women and have no feelings. Have to revise that dear. Put in a new category: ordinary people who despair. Come to think of it, I dare say there are a good few people who fall into that category. Good. Well, that bit's sorted out.
By Suzsi Mandevilleabout a year ago in Fiction
Minister Fer Roads
Minister fer Roads _______________ I live in South Morang near Melbourne, Australia. What’s interesting about that is there isn't a Morang; no North Morang and no East or West Morang just South Morang and while I’m talking about whacky suburb names, how about this one: Just up the road from here there’s Whittlesea. True. Whittlesea. Nearest bit of coast is over an hour’s drive away. Can’t you feel sorry for the poor bugger who bought a boat and moved there?
By Suzsi Mandevilleabout a year ago in Fiction
The IQ Queue
The IQ Queue. A skit
By Suzsi Mandevilleabout a year ago in Fiction
& Bring a Merlot
Boxing Day used to be my favorite day of the year. When your family came over on Christmas Day, I was under the pump. Your mother loathed me because I’m blonde, blue eyed, English, not Greek. ‘The English can’t cook – everyone knows that’, she’d rudely informed me. I rose to her challenge. Hey! What challenge? There was no challenge. Her idea of well-cooked lamb was charcoaled. Her biscuits were dry, and she always incorporated coconut and almond, both of which I am allergic to. In her lounge, the woman had placed a vase in front of my photograph; only your face peeped around the edge while I remained obscured. She hated me – but you loved me.
By Suzsi Mandeville2 years ago in Feast
