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Sometimes inspiration comes from the most unexpected places.  And sometimes subject matter can be  in the past form it doesn’t always have to be in the “present”.  It can sometimes just be a situation you simply thought “What If?” and decided to write about it.  Today we hear from Tragedienne’s alter ego “Bobbie Jane” she doesn’t come out too often. She’s usually okay letting Trag running the show, but it doesn’t make what dear sweet Bobbie’s words less profound.


Confessions or Declarations 09/27/2017

I have a confession to make,

or is it a Declaration?

I haven’t made a decision,

It’s beguiling deviltry at its finest,

Seduction so refined,

I do it without blinking,

Can you forgive my fragile mind?

If this confession is so scattered,

I’ve had a variety of lovers,

Each left their mark,

Where shall we start?

And as you know all good stories,

They start off in the dark,

I met a little dragon,

he thought to be mighty,

Although he claimed,

I was his favorite maiden,

In the end he proved flighty,

Wishy washy isn’t my flavor,

So we needed something more,

Something more to savor,

I rendezvous with a Vampire,

his fangs enjoyed this nectar,

Although he had a undead bride,

his taste showed he enjoyed the living

flesh far more greater,

A demon kidnapped me to his lair,

and showed me whats underneath

his nether hair,

I found the power of the holy trinity between

my glistened thighs,

I saw god,

Praised Lucifer,

and now I’m here,

confessing these sexual crimes,

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,

Bless me Father for this declaration,

Expect soon most likely another confession.

©2017 T. B. Morte writing as “Bobbie Jane Claibourne”





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A toast good populace! Cheers to Tragedienne may she one day find the dark solitude of happiness.  She so rightfully deserves.



Admit to me my master,

Who’s your darkest dolly?

You need not to say it to others,

you need not to say it out loud,

I’m your dark dolly,

I do what the others cannot,

you know I go that extra mile,

I give it my all,

When the whip strikes flesh,

You know I squeal in pleasure,

And give it my best,

So I apologize to you Master,

Please excuse my mess,

But the other dollies had to go,

So I made them say goodbye,

And I now I have these piles of bodies,

Your dolly just now wants to cry,

We’re all alone now Master,

Don’t you see?

It’s just you and me,

And there’s no one else around,

To make three.

© T.B. Morte 2017





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The “Bone Mother” is returning. Slowly. Letting the bindings unwrap themselves. Enjoy.


ONLY YOU 09/17/2017


That’s right.


Not me.

Not us.

There was never us.

You said loved me,

All my wild evil,

My imperfections,

I was the perfect flower,

In your imperfect world,

Is that what you tell all the flowers?

That are not good enough,

It never is,

Nor was it ever was,

The mask has been lifted,

I see with perfect clarity,

But do you see?

What you have done to me?

Confirmed what was already known,

So thanks to you,

And your ilk,

These walls will be built stronger,


My heart encased in the strongest glass,

So my thanks,

My gratitude you have,

But you shall pay a cost,

Nothing is ever free,

You pay a high cost,

Your cost was forever  losing me.

©2017 T.B.Morte




The Entreating Chronicles#1 “THE QUIBBLE QUASMS OF BELLE MORTE”

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Greetings fellow spooks & ghouls.  Some random short pieces I decided to put together as possible ongoing compilation of “shorties” its a new year.  Time for a new outlook.  Enjoy the following tidbits.  As always feedback appreciated.


Bone Mother Belleen ❤



“Forgiveness. The scale you measure of the hurtful act that was done to be measured against the something that you love. There was a moment of falter, a cut so deep the impenetrable became the penetrated. The emotion of true sorrow felt so fluid embedded into entire psyche. If you love something you must love its evil as well as it’s innocence. To love only one part, one cannot love truly. You must accept the wiles,observe the hurt and measure the scale consciously. Forgiveness and love you must embrace to the bitterest of ends” ~T. B. Morte  © 2017~



“What is black? A color so deep and engulfing it swallows light whole. Born from the shadows, nothing can be seen inside it. So black are the hearts of the fallen the weak are unable to fathom loving them. So dark were the souls of the broken the brave could not help but love them against all odds.”~ T.B. Morte © 2017 ~



“Love your Hero, and love them well. For they have the spirit of giants and the bravery of fools. They will love what they endear so brutally, they will avenge any slight against them at all costs. They will carry you upon a broken back, they will be your shield, they will be your iron cladded will and word. But if you were to mock the love the Hero gives, you have foolisheartedly committed a most heinous act. You have broken their spirit. The hero then can no longer sing with shine, the song is now tainted, darkness slowly encrypted. The fool must now think of the catastrophe they have unleashed. They have morphed the Hero into a Villain.” ~T.B. Morte © 2017~

What I Fear

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Fear is an emotion that I don’t always display but I often feel.  I have this strong tendency to don a *Hero’s* mask.   Because superhero’s feel nothing they make sure their adversaries do however.  Yesterday I got hit with some “Kryptonite” yesterday, it left me feeling rather helpless actually.    What every writer has dancing around in the back of their heads but it’s never really uttered out loud.   Ever thought “If anyone is  really reading your stuff?” well that fear got confirmed yesterday rather haphazardly  and unintentionally by a friend  on the ye old FB page.   It’s common knowledge within my inner circle I have a blog,  that I am writing my first-ever Fantasy novel, and that I write oodles of poetry.  I post links to just about everything I write,  I mean here I am  wondering if I may post too much about it.  On the contrary obviously I don’t post enough about what I do on spare time.

Yesterday I was going to break one of the cardinal rules of writing.  I was going to stop writing completely.  Yes that’s right throw away my bardic quill and try some suburban gig of existence.  Something called fear crawled up my womb and gave birth to many little  monsters.  I never felt so emotionally paralyzed but there I was yesterday completely unable to have a rational thought process after coming to a tragic conclusion.  What if all this time and after countless years that no one has bothered to read my work?  Have I been donning some Jester’s hat all this time?  Has the joke really been on me?

You see Boys & Girls, Madams & Gents, Cool Cats &  even Cooler Kittens.  (pick a variance)  I am a writer.   I am a single candle among all the other candles.  There are different colors, shapes, sizes, and daresay molds.  My voice is a single flame and I want it to reach the masses, I want my flame to rise  above, so that it can be seen.  So that my voice can be heard whether it be blog, novel, poem, or if intoxicated and I feel like doing a limerick.  I want my voice by  my pen the sword to be heard.  What writer doesn’t?  So the very concept of what seems that even friends are not paying attention.  Yeah its a gut-punch well to the gut.  No other way to describe it.

So after hours of seething and self-loathing.  I pulled up my big-girl britches and realized I like what I do.  As a writer I have chosen to display myself to tough crowds.  If they don’t understand or want to know my “voice” then that is up to them.  I cannot simply find the “off-switch” and stop doing this.  But a snake can shed its skin for a brighter skin one that’s a little more tough and durable.  So I’m skin-shedding and rediscovering why I have chosen to do this.  The writing will continue meanwhile.

My single flame is still burning perhaps evermore brightly  🙂


Serpentine Tragedienne (Bone Mamma Belle)

Possible Upside to FanFiction?

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I know there are those out there that are leery of Fan Fiction.  Don’t like it.  Won’t write it.  Won’t read it.  Basically they wouldn’t touch it  with a ten foot quill or the area that surrounds it.   For those that are not familiar with it.   You are probably wondering what the heck is it?  Is it fiction from a fan of something?  Why yes that’s absolutely correct!  By George you’re spot on with the guessing.

In accordance to Webster’s Dictionary the official *definition* of Fan Fiction is as follows:

Definition of FAN FICTION

: stories involving popular fictional characters that are written by fans and often posted on the Internet —called also fan fic,
Now I don’t write fan-fiction myself because I like to think my originality should be displayed anywhere and everywhere.  But I have read the fan fic works of other writers and given input .  I suppose guilty as charged?   With that in  mind I have seen some series have some amazing fan fiction where the creativity  was so in sync with the original writer.  You almost couldn’t tell the difference between fan and author.  There is also the downward cycle of fan fiction where the writing made you question not only sanity but you wonder if ever printed how much damage it could do to the actual series.  Like any form of creative media fan fiction has it good sides and bad sides.  There are those out there that feel that Fan Fiction is not original work and that someone out there is copying an existing idea.  Piggy backing off an Author’s hard work basically.    Which is a valid argument to an extent.  But who hasn’t written a short story about their favorite thing?  Are we not all fans of something?  Fan Fiction may not be an original story but original ideas do come forth.   Think of it this way.  For Authors that  take part of those anthologies that handle the retelling or creating their own version of a “Myth” or “Fairy Tale”.   Is that not a form of fan fiction in of itself?  Food for the thought process.   This is all just my personal sixpence on the subject.  Before we knock fan fiction, I think we as Authors need to look back to our own orgin.  We all had to start from somewhere at Point Zero.  Who knows perhaps when my novel is successfully published I may be concerned if I see “Human Skin” fan fiction pop-up.  But knowing how hard it was to get on “Writer’s Row” I will at least look at it with an open mind and a humbled heart.
Bone Mamma Belle

The Journey Thus Far

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Today was Epic…

That’s simply describing of currently a thousand different emotions that flooding through my entire being.  I’m scared, weepy, happy, excited, hyper, you name it Hero is feeling it.  Why you may ask?  Well today the first ever caricature of my main character was officially drawn.  And not to toot my own horn or anything but my Krysanthe came out simply stunning.

The wonderful artist Samantha Cannon breathed life into what so far  existed only in my head.  Remember her name folks she’s going to be famous soon enough most likely.

You see for the last 12 months I have devoted all of my free time into my novel (tenatively titled) “Human Skin”.  Yeah sure its been planned in my head and executed onto paper but to a drawing of your character where so far you’ve only used words to describe her 38,772 words and counting (28 Chapters) to be exact.   The feeling is overwhelming.  I’m sure fellow writers can nod in acknowledgement of what I speak as if to say “Been there”.

This has been a very emotional journey for me writing this novel.  There have been up & downs in both professional and personal life,  major health crises , a major surgery etc.  I have walked down the path of hell and so far little redemption but today was a defining moment for me.

It’s official I’m writing a novel.  And not just any old Novel, a Fantasy Novel.  An Epic Borderlining Steampunk Fantasy novel.  I come from the school of  Tolkien hard knocks, I’m following the formula to hopeful success,  we have the Hero, The Villains, Supporting Cast of Misfits, and one pretty interesting Quest on the horizon. The world of Aerith is as complex as “A Song of Ice & Fire” but much more simplified because I’m sure as hell no George R. R. Martin of awesomeness.

But Human Skin is definite something unique…

I look forward to end of this journey and I hope the world enjoys it with me.



What Exactly is “Human Skin”?

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The burning question everyone wants to know.  Been cooking in the cauldron since May of 2012, my novel-in-progress is exactly that.  “A Novel-In-Progress.”  Now I understand that I may be doing this somewhat in a backwards fashion.  Posting an excerpt before explaining what the heck it actually is, but who says the way I roll ever resembles any form of order?  I was pursued to write a novel because a very close friend of mine thought I had what it takes to do so.  At first I was very reluctant, writing poetry and articles is no big thing after doing it for more than a decade.  Writing a novel is an entirely different ball of wax, and after writing 21 Chapters, I can say it’s easy to boast but hard to actually accomplish.

Out of the ashes came the voice of the main character “Krysanthe” and it burned so strong I could not resist to form the web of her early storyline.

“Human Skin” is the story of “Krysanthe Starflower” a human 22 year old who was raised among the Fey folk.  In her world she is considered an outcast, although her family are the ruling family of her town.  Even in her family she’s the definite “Black Sheep”,  Krysanthe was living a dull life and doing what was expected from her.  Until one day she is informed she is being “relocated” to a human settlement in another city far away.  This changes everything for our heroine,  which triggers some would say a “midlife crisis”.  Nothing is the same for Krysanthe, and everything she was taught to believe will come into question, because nothing is as what it appears to be.

Krysanthe’s world is set in 2212 A.D. 200 years after the Ice Age came and went.  So I am playing along the lines of the End World did happen in 2012, exception it wasn’t the end of the world just an unforseen Ice Age.  Those who survived were a special group of humans called the Otherkin, those who believe they share traits of animals (i.e. Wolves, Tigers, etc), and magical races (Fey, Vampire, etc ).  That’s describing the Otherkin in a nutshell to describe it fully would make one’s head hurt trust me when I say this. There are humans that survived but the ratio is 10:1, ten otherkins to one human.  The world is technology based but they are starting over, so it isn’t futuristic nor is it completely medieval either.

Some would say that “Human Skin” is a Urban Fantasy Quest, some will say it could be the Urban Fantasy Coming-Of-Age for the 20-30 something crowd. I would say that it could be a little of both.  You will come to love Krysanthe or you will dislike her, my goal is make you the readers want to not stop reading about her period.

Lets hope the mission gets accomplished.


Bone Mamma Belle