A Different Kind of Writer

What Is Hidden Alfred was seven years old when he realized the depth of his Mother’s Love.   Sandy was his best friend since the playground.   There was a moment that no child should have try to decipher at such a young age; but such was my life.   The end is near for her and she desperately wants to draw me in.   It was much too late for that.   There was no forgiveness left in my heart for her.   She had committed too many ultimate transgressions, but the last one; well, there was no coming back from that.   The touch of her hand made my skin crawl and I pulled back.   Hoping no one noticed, I excused myself.   The air had become stifling and I could no longer share space with her as she continued to draw breath.   A Time before me…. He was suckered in again; My Father.   I can’t even remember his face now, but I remember this moment.   “I saw you talking to that woman.   If you so much as look her way a...

                Charlotte jumped in her truck.  I have to break this thing off with Duke.  I can’t take this sneaking around anymore.   I headed up 95 S to make it to Woodbridge.  This was the last time I would be taking this drive to see Duke.  I don’t know what it was but he had me wrapped around his finger and it was going to stop.  I have a faithful man at home who doesn’t have a clue about all the things I do when I leave his sight or our beautiful estate.  He is in love; no, we are in love with one another but there were things about our relationship that lacked a little luster.  I had a freaky side to me that my Husband didn’t see the need to nurture and that’s how I got all caught up with Duke.

           The number one requirement to become a member of Optimum is Money and you have to have a shit load of it! The number two requirement is an Invitation. My name is Optimum 'Oxie' Price but this is not about me. This is about my Private Entertainment Establishment in which I affectionately call my ‘PEE’.   For some reason it is hilarious to me to actually pronounce it that way and to spell it.   It is amazing to see the expressions of some who don’t know whether to say it or try to distinguish if it is a misprint.   It tickles me to my toes but I’ve never lived by other’s rules or ways of thinking.   I cater to the Elite and when I say Elite I am referring to the 'Exceedingly Wealthy' Elite.   The kind that wouldn't be caught dead at a club to be seen with Puffy or Beyonce and the kind that the Paparazzi better not care to know.   They don't delight in the spotlight or the shambles of the tabloids.   They are...

The Refuge House Sandy grew up in what some would call a normal household; two working parents who planned her life out before she was born and set her on a path of the “right way”.  She enjoyed a nice life in public schools and graduated in the top five of her senior class.  She had her choice of colleges and she chose to study abroad in France.  Upon completing her Masters, she decided to stay at a health compound for two years.  There she learned the uses of herbs, flowers, plants, and all things natural.  One night, she was up late in the Aloe garden.  She heard a beautiful singing voice coming from the lake across the way.  She followed the voice and traced it to the edge of the lake near a mausoleum.   As she got closer to the water, the singing voice stopped.  She turned her sights on the mausoleum that was covered with vines of aloe leaves.  She thought it peculiar that something so old  didn't  have the signs...

     Cadence left her shift at Knight’s like she always does at midnight.   She had class in the morning at nine and she still had homework to do finish.   Normally she walked to the corner and around the block but tonight she decided to take the alleyway.   She was tired and wanted to get home as quick as possible.   Her mind switched to the three ass-holes that continued to harass her at the door.   She never got mad when customers would mistake her for one of the dancers because of her voluptuousness.   She just chalked it up to guilty by association or a hazard of the job, but these three niggas would not leave her alone.   RayJohn, head of Security, had to throw them out.   They shouted obscenities at her and him as they were escorted to the outside.   As soon as it was over, she thought no more about them and continued her shift.   Two more hours she worked and because they were featuring dancers from Baltimore...

The mysterious person on the other end of the phone told Darby to look up.     Simultaneously Passion walked through the door and into his office.   He damn near choked when he saw her.   He thought she was dead.   The mysterious caller laughed, “Slimy muthafucka” and hung up the phone.   With fear and destiny in my eyes I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.   I left his office satisfied after I took the files of my next target.   That was six years ago when I wiped crooked ass Darby Jenkins off the face of this earth.   His dirty deeds had caught up with him.   After all this time, my research and resources had been put into place, and thanks to my sister Misty, who’d helped me fight a few battles, I was headed to my final destination, home.     Now at the airport, Misty looked at me and smiled.   She waved goodbye and I wiped the tears from my eyes.   I headed toward the departure zone and left her i...