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Shawn Richards commented on Arlene Brathwaite's blog post Hip Hop Meets Literature Theme Songs to Arlene Brathwaite Novel'sTamesha was supposed to be one of the good ones, or so Andres thought. The one he figured would one day become his wife and the mother of his children. Then in the blink of an eye his world is turned upside down, thanks to a haphazard run in with the bootleg movie man.
Ride shotgun as Andres struggles to maintain his resilience in the wake of suffering one of life's most piercing betrayals. Then just when all seems lost, he receives help from a most unusual source.
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ContinuePosted on August 25, 2011 at 12:11pm — 1 Comment
I don't even know why I'm putting this excerpt up. I guess I'm just bored... lol
“Time to make it happen,” he boosts himself before leaning forward to press the button that controls the sunroof.
ZZZRRR…
Fine drops of precipitation begin to filter inside the CL as the roof retracts smoothly out of view. “Showtime,” he declares.
In one swift motion Nashon manages to draw the soles of his feet up into the driver seat. After which he steadies himself…
ContinuePosted on June 15, 2011 at 10:12am
I redirect my attention back to that determined strut. Specifically, those high heels and defined calves. The tight skirt struggling to contain all the jiggles her jelly makes. The day is not unusually warm, in fact it was pretty mild for a late May afternoon in Atlanta, Georgia. Yet beads of sweat were dotting the surface of her face like a 90's circa Kwame button up. When I focus deeper on the spaces between the lines on her proverbial pages I…
Posted on June 1, 2011 at 11:49am — 1 Comment
“I'm leaving the store right now.” I announce. To the casual passer-by it would appear I was having a conversation with myself. But to those particularly nosy types, or anyone willing to spend longer than the socially acceptable 2.5 seconds we are all allowed to spend in public ponderance of other peoples affairs. It should have been evident my conversation was being directed to a small blue-tooth device in my ear.
“Who all is over there?…
Posted on June 1, 2011 at 11:44am
“A-yo Sasha, come here right quick,” a sexy baritone voice yells as the passenger side window on what appears to be a black Mercedes lowers.
Sasha's stride never wavers, unable to hear over the loud music coming from the open front doors to the club she and her girls had just exited from. Fortunately the three other women in her crew noticed. Not only do they notice but each reacts in with could best be described as thirsty anticipation. Like waiting to hear the numbers to see if…
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