Selena passed them on the way into the place. A gorgeous distraction, black leather and lace. Bottom bass. from right to left, left to right, MJ-like always surpassing the hype. She tossed ’em a sly smile, followed up by her fly style. Nothing but raised eyebrows and Ooohh faces, is gettin’ riled. She was my […]
Tag: creative writing
An Everyday Choice
Keeping things simple, I’ve come to the conclusion there are 3 types of people in life. Those who understand the system and seek to take advantage of it, seek to game it, for personal gain. Those who understand the system, but reject it’s inequality and injustice for Others. And those who are oblivious to […]
Waving Goodbye
She laid her head on her grandmother’s hand and cried. “Gammaw, I don’t want you to die.” Tears streamed down her face. “I will miss you too baby. It’s best that we all have to go at some point. The heart has only so much love in it. If we all stayed around and never […]
To Serve Man
The place is here, the time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we’re about to read could be our journey. A journey that is not without irony. I submit for your review, John Michael Jones. A father of two and a devoted husband. He’s a guy of average intellect and an above average […]
SkinWalker
The day was October, the fifth. The air was crisp and cool. A slight chill sat uncomfortably on the wind, snaking its way around my neck and ears. The windows of the houses were dressed in cotton weave cobwebs and witches hats, while plastic spiders crawled over the sashes. The yards were filled with rows […]
Rub the Lamp, Part 1
I shook my head from side to side, while sitting with my eyes closed. Pressing my lips together, rolling the decision over in my mind, I pondered. I pondered the melody of the song that was playing about as much as the words Billie sang this evening. But, oh, how I loved the mischief in her […]
Brown Skin
One day, I stood in my kitchen and stared out the window, onto the view of a pasture across the way. I thought about what type of man I would become, the pathway I would follow, once I am old. I contemplated the style of dress I might wear – the direction I might comb […]
Run!
“Watch it!” “Hey man!” “What the fuck!” I ran into the crowd, in the hopes I could lose it there. I watched as it dove in after me. It slithered it’s way through, pulling the bulk of itself forward. My face and hands bounced off jackets and shoulders as I frantically pushed my way through the […]
A Hot, Cotton Sun
Ever there, In the low hum of the walls of my soul Like a Negro spiritual Squinting under the heat of a hot-cotton Sun My hope and exhaustion Carried along within the same message. So tired Just so tired Jus’ wanna lay down …lay down But now is not the time The ancestor spoke with […]
The Kings of the Universe, Part 1 of 4
He looked out on the office floor observing the activity. All busy bees buzzing about the interior office space, carrying laptops and notepads. Each one moving along, busy building the hive. Each one following trails and cubicled caverns leading to different work; interlocked and shared between; exchanging vectors inside booked conference rooms as each […]
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