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Fabiola Sully Comment by Fabiola Sully on November 27, 2009 at 9:08pm



My book of poetry, "Finding the Way House" has been released in June 2009 by outskirtspress.com. It's a book of poems I have written within the past years about growing up and the obstacles in life. you can view and purchase the book on my site, http://outskirtspress.com/findingthewayhome

peace and blessings.
Shakeera Frazer Comment by Shakeera Frazer on September 30, 2009 at 10:21am
Here's an excerpt from my new novel, FAST LANE! Visit www.shakeerafrazer.com for more information!
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Trish had seen him at three other parties over the past few months. He was always with an entourage of people and surrounded by two or three body guards. She could never get to him. But last night he was alone and she was going to get him! He was at the bar in V.I.P and when Trish spotted him she left Nina, Paulette, and Crystal in an instant.

Trish walked over to V.I.P. and began to work her magic. She could feel all eyes on her as she glided across the room and she loved it. Trish was not your typical beauty but she had a natural sex appeal that almost everybody, guy or girl was drawn to. She was about 5’7” with chocolate brown skin, bright brown almond shaped eyes and a curvy shape. Trish adjusted her white A.B.S strapless mini dress and glanced down at her perfectly French manicured toes peeking through her silver rhinestone encrusted Jimmy Choo stilettos. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton handbag and took out her perfect shade of MAC lip gloss, Oh Baby, and put on a coat as she ran her fingers through her brown long curls. Pleased with herself she strutted through the crowd and thought of what she would say to her mystery man.

When she reached V.I.P a heavily built burly dark-skinned man that resembled the late Biggie Smalls guarded the roped area.

“May I help you?” he asked in a deep voice.

“Yes you can by letting me in” Trish said as she batted her long naturally curled eyelashes. Trish usually didn’t have to say anything to get her way.

“Who are you with?”

“Excuse me?” Trish asked with an attitude.

What the fuck is his problem? He must be gay.

“I said who are you here with, you don’t have on a band”

“Him” Trish said as she pointed to a random man sitting on the couch in the V.I.P section.

The man took one look at Trish and smiled and nodded his head.

“Aight” The guard said as he opened the rope and let her pass.

Trish walked up the steps and looked around for her man.

She spotted him and was about to make her way over when someone tapped her shoulder and said

“Where you going?” The man asked

“Excuse me?” Trish turned around and asked with an attitude. Then she realized that it was the guy she pointed to on the other side of the ropes.

Trish sized him up quickly; he was okay, but definitely not her type. He was light skin, with light brown eyes, curly hair and a little on the chunky side. He was rocking tan slacks and Bill Cosby sweater, definitely not her style, he looked broke, but what the hell, she could have a drink with him.

“Come over to my table and get yourself a drink” He said

“Okay”

When Trish sat down there was a bottle of Rose sitting on ice, Dom Perignon at that.

Maybe he’s not broke. Trish thought, because she new that a bottle of Rose was at least $350 and at a club it was going to be double, she did her homework.

Maybe I’ll give him a little of my time.

He poured Trish a glass and handed it to her.

“So what’s up gorgeous? What’s your name?”

“Trish”

“I’m Walter, nice to met you”

“Nice to meet you too”

Trish really didn’t give a damn about meeting him. Just make this shit fast.

Walter began to talk about his self. His life, his job and Trish was bored to death.

She began to ignore him as she looked around to make sure who she really came to see didn’t leave.

“Are you looking for somebody?” Walter asked annoyed.

Trish ignored him. She had completely tuned him out by this time; she didn’t even know he was asking her a question.

“Hello, Trish are you looking for somebody” Walter raised his voice over the music.

“Actually I am, thanks for the drink” Trish said as she got up and walked away.

Trish walked right over to the other side of the room where she saw him. He was sitting on a couch in the corner sipping on a drink. He had on some dark True Religion jeans, black Gucci Sneakers, a black fitted T- shirt and a black blazer.

Trish walked over and stood in front of him with her legs slightly open.

“Hi I’m Trish, nice to meet you” She said confidently

“I’m Jay, have we met before?” He asked as he gently took her hand

“No, I’m sure you would have remembered me.” Trish said as she licked her lips and ran her fingers through her long brown flowing curls.

“So you here by yourself beautiful?” Jay asked

Looking at him he was not typically her type but she was attracted to him anyway. He was sexy. He just had a swagger about him. He was very laid back and confident and she loved that.

“No I’m with my girls, but you looked so lonely I decided to come keep you company”

“I’m chilling. I just got off work and wanted to stop and get a drink before I went home.” Jay said

“What kind of work do you do?” Trish asked.

“I’m a producer and I’ve been in the studio all night.”

“So are you going home alone?” Trish asked getting right to the point.

“Why you want to join me?”

“I was waiting for you to ask”

Jay grinned and finished the last sip of his drink and called the bartender over so he could close out his tab.

“You want something before we go?” He asked Trish

“No I’m good”

“You ready? Jay stood up and asked.

“Yeah, let me just tell my girls I’m leaving. I’ll be back in a minute”

Trish turned around and walked very slowly. She knew Jay was staring at her ass. She walked over to Nina, Paulette, and Crystal and she said “I’m leaving with Jay. I’ll call you guys in the morning.”

Who the hell is Jay? Nina asked.
Cee Brooks Comment by Cee Brooks on October 15, 2008 at 2:28pm
Just stopping by to say Hello to All...
Much Love and Success
Relentless Aaron Comment by Relentless Aaron on September 9, 2008 at 9:22pm
It was one thing to get a phone call from "The Duke" and to speak with him extensively about a partnership. It was another thing to then go out to LA and meet him in person. Eventually, we had a deal and his money was in my bank account. More...

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PC Marks Comment by PC Marks on July 20, 2008 at 12:39pm
Chapter 9: Grandparent’s Rules

Alicia was awakened in the wee hours of the morning to the phone ringing. Initially, she thought she had dreamed of the ringing. When she reached for the phone all she heard was a dial tone.
Unable to fall asleep, she turned on the television. Henry’s snoring agitating her, she got out of bed. Downstairs next to her daughter’s favorite chair resting on the solid oak table beside it in the living room was her salvation.
She picked up the bible, closed her eyes and opened it. The passage revealed was the 23rd Psalms. Verse four slapped her hard. Ye, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For You are with me: Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood. There were goose bumps forming down her arms. She began to scratch. Alicia closed her eyes. A startling vision dropped her to her knees. Tears rolled down her face. The phone rang. Hesitantly on the third ring she grabbed the receiver.
“I know. What happened?” Grandma Alicia listened carefully to the details being given on the other end. “What!” She interrupted. “I’m sorry, continue,” she said.
Grandma Alicia returned the phone receiver to its cradle. She went into the kitchen. Looking around, she started rearranging. Talking to herself she said, “The spices belong over the stove, not in some rotating shelf beside the sink. I think the lids should be in this area and the pots and pans over there.”
Henry was awakened by the racket. He descends the stairs taking in the view of his daughter’s beautiful home. He marvels at the plush light beige carpet his feet sink into as he winds down the stairs. The living room is elegant with its dark tan and mahogany wood Queen Anne furnishings. The formal dining room is decorated with a solid oak eight seat table. There’s a matching China cabinet and hutch. He enters the kitchen to find Alicia rearranging what used to be an immaculate kitchen.
Before speaking he takes in the sight. An island sits in the middle of the floor. The cabinets are oak with stenciled glass displaying expensive dinnerware. The design on the glass is identical to the China cabinet doors in the dining room. The breakfast nook overlooks the professionally manicured backyard.
“Ya momma didn’t teach you to say good morning?” Alicia says, interrupting Henry’s admiration of his daughter’s home.
“Good morning,” Why are you rearranging this child’s things? I think you enjoy antagonizing Ann. Alicia you can’t do this.” Henry tried reasoning with his wife.
“Put her things back where she had them,” he said.
“She won’t need them,” Alicia continued setting up her daughter’s kitchen. She offered Henry a cup of coffee, finished setting up the kitchen and began preparing a hardy breakfast.
The sun was shining brightly through the beautiful bay windows. Breakfast had the entire house smelling beautifully. A quiet peaceful day was dawning. Grandpa was determined to not let Alicia ruin his.
Carl was awakened to Charles’ screaming. He rushed to his crib. He changed his diaper, gave him his bottle and held him in his arms. He wouldn’t stop wailing.
Caroline heard the noise. Upon entering her old room she said, “The walls were pink not blue, the crib white, not this ugly brown. Strawberry Shortcake decorated the wall border not the stupid baseball, basket ball, football and hockey stick border with that stupid mobile hanging from the crib to match.” She turned to leave the room.
“Help,” Carl said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Go get Grandpa or something,” he demanded.
Caroline grinned. She leisurely strolled down steps she normally took two at a time. Casually entering the kitchen, she told the Grandparents, “That baby is acting up again, think you can do something.”
Alicia continued preparing breakfast ignoring her grandchild. Henry shakes his head side to side as he makes his way up the stairs.
“Okay, Okay. It’s alright. I’m here now.” Charles continued wailing. Grandpa Henry asked, “Has he been changed? Maybe he’s hungry?” The three, Charles being carried by Grandpa, Carl holding his free hand headed down stairs.
Carl sensed something was wrong. The gnawing feeling in his gut made him uneasy. He held on tight to his Grandpa.
Grandma Alicia stared at the howling baby. She approached Grandpa Henry. “Give him to me.” He bent over to place Charles in her arms. Grandma Alicia and her grandson’s eyes locked. He quieted.
She asked Carl to wipe down Charles’ high chair as she set the dining room table. Carl told her, “We eat breakfast in here,” he said pointing to the built in breakfast nook. She ignored him continuing to place breakfast in the center of the dining room table.
As she finished setting the table, she called for the grandchildren and Henry. Grandma Alicia explained the rules. “When you are called for breakfast, lunch or dinner, it will be in here. You are to thank God for receiving the blessing of food. You are not to eat or drink before grace is completed. You are not to leave the table without asking to be excused.”
Caroline and Carl’s eyes met. Carl couldn’t shake the eerie feeling. Caroline was unusually quiet. Her lips thinned, an evil glare watched her Grandmother.
Grandma Alicia continued on with the rules. She lowered her head, raised her joined hands inches from her face and closed her eyes. Lord we come to thank you for this nourishment. We ask that it does what you intend. That it keeps us healthy provides us with strength. Thank you for blessing us with these children. Help us guide them in the path of righteousness. As we embark on this journey of raising them, we ask for strength and courage to go forward.
She became quiet. Carl, Caroline and Grandpa Henry all opened there eyes. Grandma Alicia continued.
Help these babies deal with the loss of there parents, Jesus’ name, amen.
The days that followed seemed to take place in slow motion. Swarms of church goers were in attendance. The food seemed to never stop coming. Neighbors stopped by to pay there respect. Everyone hugged, kissed and assured the children they would be okay.
Charles wailed through the whole service. Carl was inconsolable, his wailing at times drowning the sound of his brother. Caroline stared. A far away glazed expression, she never shed a tear.
Grandpa prayed for the peaceful rest of the living children’s soul, the deliverance of the souls of Ann and Kevin, the softening of his cold heartless wife.
Kevin and Ann Grover were buried side by side in the Grover family plot next to Kevin’s parents. The going home celebration took place on the very day they were due to return home.

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