Here is the story of two little girls. Both of them wore pigtails in the shape of Afro ball curls. One of the little girls had a mom who was a great cook. Dinner was at 5:00 P.M. It was leftovers. Dessert was pecan clusters from Russell Stovers. It was the weekend. And it was approaching ten at night. Momma fell asleep. Both friends remained … Continuer de lire Lincoln In Her Closet
The seventeenth of the month came and went. The day before was well spent. Everything was fine. In fact, it was all good. I thought about ending yesterday with visiting a small circus. Or, seeing a film: Bollywood. It was now late. I thought about going to get me something at the 7 Eleven. A black cat crossed my path. I am not superstitious. More … Continuer de lire The Eighteenth of May
The Rhyme They hunted at dawn. Sometimes at dusk. Even when their lord was Ill and on the mend. The legend continues about those hounds of Baskerville. It better not be you they are sniffing for. There is no mercy. The longer you remain on the run means that there will be an unforgiving, bloody end. The weather could be hot. The … Continuer de lire The Hounds of Baskerville
Sometimes Tanya thinks that Big Booty Bertha has gone baddy. All of these years of bitterness and anger pent up over her daddy. Not to be sinister. Her daddy was a minister. A cheater while he was a husband. Not to be coy. This same minister left his wife after so many years of her being fat. Momma’s boy. His mother’s joy. … Continuer de lire Desperately Seeking Joseph
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(continued)… He was unique in comparison and not made with metal. He definitely was not made with rubber bands. To continue, he could heat cold food with just a delicate touch of his own hands. Although, sometimes it looked like he was trying to think. Another thing this robot could do was turn a beverage cold by blowing his breath over a drink. I … Continuer de lire C3P.O. : Part II
Story Poems : I Wish You Well : Deep Underground Poetry Community. Continuer de lire Story Poems : I Wish You Well : Deep Underground Poetry Community
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Something ran amiss a long time ago. Leonard Raybiin completed an important lesson. After he graduated college he became CEO at Smith and Wesson. All tasks were completed and marked off a long list. The last task completed was becoming chief physicist. Life for master Leonard Raybiin was just perfect. There were no fears. This included keeping the biggest secret … Continuer de lire C3P.O.
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The night was foggy, hot, and sticky. Remaining quiet was rather tricky. The white ghastly figure shone bright. It was the blackest night. Under the vintage cape was a frightening sight. At this moment no one was around. The creaking of the broken wooden steps that Sirius walked on was the only sound. It was way past dawn and later than dusk. The putrid smell … Continuer de lire Cream Puff: The Scabber Series: Volume I