Fleeting Thought #5

What is your favorite type of weather? My favorite type of weather depends on the task I have to do that day. If I have to be out and about running errands or at work then my favorite weather is sunny and warm. If I’m at home relaxing or creating, a cloudy rain soaked day…

A Necessary Struggle

Part 2 In a major dominated by males, Russell’s classes had a knack for being filthy with girls. They yearned to attend his lecture, to stare into his hypnotizing brass eyes as they listened to his smooth, Barry White baritone spew speeches on US-China relations or public policy. Harmony Monroe, sat in the front row,…

OXRO: Activation

Chapter 2 All was still as the sun slowly crept up. The birds chirped in a monotone tune as a cool zephyr flew by carrying fallen leaves. It was morning and all was calm. John popped his head full of unruly brown hair out of a dugout in the clearing. His cardinal-tinted eyes canvased the…

A Different Breed

Part 11: Old Patterns and Fresh Starts “I ought to come out there and whoop his ass.” Katrina smirked at her Aunt Marie’s comment coming through her Airpods. The woman wasn’t her kin by blood but by bond. Marie was her mom’s best friend from college to adulthood. She was the one that held a…

A Necessary Struggle

Part 1: Early Morning Sleeping Arrangements In Trevor’s bed was the last place Lela Emery should’ve been but that’s where the espresso beauty was. She slept peacefully as Trevor’s arm lazily draped over her hip with their hands interlocked. Streams of light shone through the white blinds bouncing off the taupe walls as their chest…

Fleeting Thought #3

Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on. The most ambitious DIY project I ever took on is a recent one. Putting together bookshelves and barstools. One of the bookshelves were crooked and defective. After fixing that debacle, I was able to complete my living room. Also, this blog is a DIY project…

OXRO: Activation

Chapter 1 “We shouldn’t be moving,” Keller whispered. His nerves were tangled like a ball of Christmas lights ripped off the tree. He clenched his pockets with clammy hands. Fear flourished on his empty stomach. The things that wandered around during the day would strike fear in the strongest man. Only a fool would be…

A Different Breed

Part 10: This Changes Nothing Tacos. Tacos. Tacos. It was all she could think about all week. So when she called Terrence to let him know they needed to meet up because she needed to talk to him in person she knew the exact place she wanted to go. Cantina Rico. She picked a table outside under the expansive…

A Different Breed

Part 9: Decisions, Decisions To say that Katrina had been in a funk ever since leaving the stationery store was an understatement. She arrived at the bookstore with tear-stained eyes and a defeated disposition. The ability to hold herself together quickly dissipated once Imani was in her presence.  Her friend greeted her with a two-word…