Chapter 17 Love's Song Khia pushed a button on the steering wheel in her fluorescent pearl Lexus IS-150 and the gate opened. The car purred as she pushed on the gas and sped away from her house. Manny wondered how long would it be before Dr. Jameson realized he was gone, and then until he … Continue reading Love’s Song
Chapter 15 Ball ‘Til You Fall In the wee hours of the morning, finding it difficult to sleep, Manny figured it was the perfect time to take advantage of his full featured Jacuzzi tub. He had the day off, as stated in the amended schedule he had found at the foot of the door on … Continue reading Ball ‘Til You Fall
Chapter 14 E.W. The entire day had led up to this moment. Slow and painful, Manny had went through the monotonous steps of his internship. The wake up call, the eucalyptus infused shower, the not as good as Aunt El’s french toast, the judging hazel eyes of Mrs. Lemon, the quiet dark ride out on … Continue reading E.W.
Chapter 11 Ether Manny stood in Mrs. Lemons office, with his hands in his pockets, awaiting his orders for the day. “The detective called and said he could use you today so I pushed back the home visit with the doctor for next week,” Mrs. Lemon said pointing to a next Monday on her desk … Continue reading Ether
I've been researching the pros and cons of traditional and self publishing, lately, in hopes to lean heavily to one side or the other. Right now, I am still undecided, however, I may be leaning closer to the traditional side of the scale. Although, I had originally believed I was the self publishing type … Continue reading Traditional vs. Self
Being honest, I usually do not have the nerve to kick unnecessary people out of my life. However, when they, for whatever reason, choose to walk out on their own, I somehow always find the wherewithal to run behind them and lock the fucking door!
If I’d let you, you’d take all of me, wouldn't you? Down to the very last piece of me Not even leaving bones or blood. Not even leaving a reminder that I once was. And sometimes I still feel guilty for not giving it to you.
For a while, whenever you asked I was delighted to oblige. I thought our feelings were mutual. A fair trade, so to speak. So, all of me I gave to you, filled to the brim (No one warned me to keep a little for myself, you know, just in case). I gave you my warmest … Continue reading First Time Around
Hey... Of all the words floating about my mind That’s about all I can muster up to say To you. Have no clue how it came to this, tho. Yes, I’ve changed. So have you. I remember you. Us. I love those memories, most of them, at least. I hate you now. Get the urge … Continue reading Hey
I am going to leave them here. However, I am not sure if my thoughts will take their place on paper, easily. If they will lie down in books and sit quietly on shelves. Next to Morrison or Angelou they may at times feel inadequate. Jealous, even. Just as so, they may be a tad … Continue reading Farewell