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. www.suzsimandeville.com
Stories (29/0)
The IQ Queue
The IQ Queue. A skit
By Suzsi Mandeville2 years 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 Mandeville3 years ago in Feast
My Cavooodle's Caesarian and the pups first two weeks
My Cavoodle’s Pregnancy, Caesarean Birth and the Puppies' First Fifteen Days. The reason that I wrote this diary is because when I discovered that Sookie was pregnant I Googled everything about delivering and caring for puppies, but it seemed as if much of the information was copied from everyone else. Everybody talked about birthing boxes and heat lamps, but why? It was as if birthing had been overtaken by a list of ‘must-haves’. As we went through the days of caring for the new pups, I realized that a lot of events had not been covered – and so I kept my diary.
By Suzsi Mandeville3 years ago in Petlife
Susan Dithers
It was getting late when the almost full moon rose above the black, black hills of Dakota that lined the ridge separating Dakota from Pennsylvania. So, they might actually be the black, black hills of Pennsylvania, Susan mused and wondered why this had never bothered her before. After all, it had never bothered Doris Day who had blithely sung about the Black, Black Hills of Dakota in the film Calamity Jane, which probably held the prize for most unconvincing and historically inaccurate film of all time, but nevertheless, was a firm favourite of Susan’s, which explains why she was often to be found blithely humming the tune, but never daring to sing it out loud out of respect to Doris who had nailed it and Susan didn’t dare challenge perfection, even in the privacy of her own kitchen.
By Suzsi Mandeville3 years ago in Horror
Camp Fire
Camp Fire I don’t hate. That’s silly. Not hate, not-hate-not-hate-hate-hate. No. I understand. And I’m sympathetic. Yes. Don’t you realise that I really do sympathise? Different can be good. It can be bad. It’s all perspective. Yes. That’s what my father taught me. And he should know.
By Suzsi Mandeville3 years ago in Horror
