WHEN MORNING COMES: SHORT STORY


The distinct sweet scent of her love still lingered upon his flesh as she peeled herself away.
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Morning had already broken through the night and a sunray danced across her stomach as she rose from the bed.
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There was no words, they had been her before.

Once he had begged her to remain, but she had already attempted to erase their time from her brain.
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Redressing slowly as she gathered up the pieces of her  discarded outfit he watched her every move.
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Later he would replay them in his head.
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“Stay.” He whispered aware she wouldn’t.
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Sighing deeply she replied expectantly “I can’t, I have to go.”
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Even though, he wanted to rise, hold her in his arms and beg her to stay; he did not move.
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Instead he remain rooted to the spot stuck in the moments before morning when she was his instead…
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1996


Cara Jade had spent her entire summer conjuring a story of interest and turning herself into the ultimate girl. Soon she would be attending her new school and everyone wanted to know the new girl.
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Covered in cotton with barely space to see, she had no life, no story.
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Then she rememeber the popular girls takes, spoken under grey clouds. Cigarettes hanging from some lips as the others laughed really loud.
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Soon they were her stories of wonder and expeditions as she had gathered the pieces from memory and made her own.
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Walking through the doors all fresh and new she scoped out the cliques and the popular crews.
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Standing amongst the new crowd she relayed her stories convincingly  as they hung on every word.
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They were all fascinated by the little whore.
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In bed that night Cara slept triumphant she would rise to popularity. Only, the morning after she was faced with a silent solidarity. The picture she painted had tainted their veiw.
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How was they to know she had never been further than the bus stop and school?
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How was they to know she was full of niaviety?
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Although, shaded and shun she held her head high, saving her tears for the night.
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It would be years before she realised the story she had conjured had ruined her life.
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WORDS ARE POWERFUL BE CAREFUL OF THE THINGS YOU MANIFEST INTO YOUR LIVES AND OTHERS…
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BE YOURSELF EVERYONE ELSE IS TAKEN…..
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IN MEMORY OF 1996…
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THE ROYAL OAK


The red earth crumbled beneath her bare feet still soaked in the blood of her people. Their song silence, but the reminisce of their exsistance still clinging onto the land they had tolled and reaped for the other half  of her lineage.
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Returning to the land of her birth had never been a thought. Unconciusly she had retained the sentiments of her days upon this land and held them dear.
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Standing in the decrepit grounds of The Royal Oak her caramel skin tinting under the bright sun,  she wondered how her grandfather would feel to know she had acquired the last of his wealth.
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The last of his royal bloodline.
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Times had changed, the world had moved on, but the  Royal Oak had been rooted in her core.
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Even in it’s bloodly history and neglected state she knew its true beauty.
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Walking through the hidden path behind the big house she stepped into another world.
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A world beyond the beautiful house, grand columns and wild hibiscus. One that was once covered in the tallest green stalks of the sweetest cane and scattered purple blossoms.
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Now, the land lay bare.
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Tracing the steps to her mothers cabin she paused in awe as the last of the purple blossoms began to lead the way. Stopping short before her old home she gasped. Standing tall and strong, at the peak of its blossom was the last of the purple trees.
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It was as if they had stood guard protecting her story.
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Walking beneath the falling blossoms she smiled imagining her mother dancing upon the petals, free.

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TO YOU!

Making the huge step to promote myself and put my writing out there for the world to see seemed like a mission impossible. Almost two years in I wish I had taken the leap of faith sooner. To each and everyone of you who has followed me, brought a book or given me advice I appreciate you. To those who like and share  I thank you for encouraging me to continue doing what I love.
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The goal is not to be famous but to be remembered..
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For anyone out there who is still indesicive or struggling with confidence I say make the first step and everything else comes later. The journey will not be smooth, the road will be rough but each hurdle is fuel for your success.
Again I want to thank all 1219 of you and wish you success in whatever you do.
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Keeping rocking with me as I rock with you…..
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One Love Berries…….
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READ ME : ONCE AND FOREVER

ONCE AND FOREVER:
“Nothing else matters! If you got my back, I got yours. We can face this together!” Steven spat with conviction.
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Standing beneath the decaying oak tree they had so many times explored, Krishna stared into the eyes she searched for in any crowd and faltered. Three years later and even a foot apart the electricity he supplied to her body coursed through her viens.
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There was no easy way to do this!
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How could she tell him they would never work?
How gently could she break their hearts?
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Steven shook his head angrily, “Don’t say it! I can see it in your eyes, you’ve given up.”
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Lowering her gaze she hid her shame beneath his shadow as she stepped closer  embracing him in her arms.
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“I’m sorry but I have to!” She replied with a heavy heart. ” You wouldn’t understand!”
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“What about us!” He cried.
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“There can be no us, I have to do what’s right.”
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Shaking his head in disbelief Steven took a long look at the woman who had stolen his heart and sighed.
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It was as if he had deflated in her arms, his body shrinking before her eyes.
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“One day this will be a memory and I will just be someone you knew.”
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“You cant deny what we had.” He spat. “We loved…”
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Cutting through his truth Krishna snapped, “For both our sakes forget me.”
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Turning on her heels she gathered the broken pieces of her heart together.  Walking away she knew she would never forget , the feel of his skin or the dimple in his cheek. There would be nothing more unforgettable than the joy she had when he smiled in her direction or the way he loved her without conditions.
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Shaking wild thoughts of him from her head she opened her car door and sat down heavily. Looking into the rear view mirror at  his silhouette still abandoned beneath the tree, she wiped her burning tears.
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There was no time for self sacrifice, she had to think of everyone else.
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Love would come later.
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C A P T U R E D


This wasn’t the first time he had tried to drink in her being through his lens. Each time he  attempted to catch her dancing spirit, he failed. Teasing, alluring and captivating his attention she had conquered his mind.
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Together, they had been playing this game for so long he had memorised her movements to the exact time.
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Soon, her lip would quiver before curling into a small smile.
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Then, her body would lean into the lens as if it belonged inside. Her beautiful eyes sparkling as she glared into his making his heart dance to her beat.
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Next, she would brush the stray hair from her cheek placing it behind her ear before closing her eyes just for a second.
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It was now he wished to awake clambering at the fringes of reality.
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Her face distorted too quickly, her teeth grew larger and her eyes no longer sparkled.
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He could not move, his body was rooted to the spot. The scream inside his head muted from his lips as she pounced upon his once willing body.
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Once erected in her beauty he fell hard beneath her weight, avoiding her gaze burning into his flesh he submitted to her power.
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The camera broken and discarded as she picked apart the shattered glass crushing the tiny fragments of lens into his heart one by one.
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Eyes wide open he watched her lips quiver before returning with her small smile and her eyes began to sparkle.
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Breathless, he sprung out of the bed clutching his chest and panting loudly.
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Looking across the bed he sighed heavily, there she lay, peacefully his beautiful captor….
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ONE DROP

Antons blood still splattered upon her face Jess paced the floor leaving a flurry of footprints in the lush carpet. The night had passed and morning had arrived yet her feet kept moving ata steady pace. Seated by the window Natashia shivered as every bone in her body rattled with fear listening to Jess explain her plan she remained silent. In the last three months Jess had become obsessed with justice she didn’t really need. Everything she had done of her own accord yet, somehow she still felt violated.
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“What do you think?” Jess quizzed.
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Glancing at her blinding beauty Natashia only saw an unreachable darkness.
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“You can’t be serious! That’s…Mur..der..” She replied slowly, the words leaving her lips locked her jaw as Jess smiled.
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“We’re not gonna kill anybody.” Jess spat. ” No that would be to easy!”
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Natashia shook her head hard, ” This doesn’t even make sense.
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“It will soon, you see this….” Brandishing the swish army knife Jess laid the blade against her fingertip and squeezed a bubble of ward red liquid from her veins.


“This is everything we need.”
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T H E S A N D M A N:

There she sat in the mist of uncountable grains of sand remembering his name. The rushing sea dancing against the edge of the island laid a rhythm to the song inside her head. The old hut had dissapeared, fishermen had abandoned these quarters but her heart still lived here. Alone with thoughts of him she wondered if he remembered her after all these years. Shaking her head she gathered a handful of sand and let it slid through her fingers.
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They had promised to meet here once, he had forgotten.
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Gathering her shoes she rose from the beach and let her feet cling to the last of her memories
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How foolish of her to think he would remember!
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As traces of her footsteps washed away a young man strolled onto the beach his hopes high. Every year he came and awaited till dark , but he always went home hopeful one day they would meet again.
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So, as night fell and the moon rose above them under the same sky they thought of each other.
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BROKEN HEARTED

Jason watched as his daughter wept in her mothers arms.
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“Hes gone Mum.” Nevea wailed.
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Jason clutched his breath inside his lungs as the sob  tore at a heart he had often questioned exsisted. 
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” What am I gonna do now.” Nevea asked her mother eager for answers.
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“Everything will be fine there will be others.”
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Jason’s blood boil as he put two and two together haphazardly.
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Back in the day he would have thrown on his boots and stomped the streets until he found the prick who had broken his girls heart.
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Kelly soothed her daughter with whispers of encouragement but her sobs only grew louder. Glancing at her husband of twenty seven years she frowned deeply. The scowl had grown and distorted his face as he clenched and released his fists repeatly.
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“Whats wrong with you?” Kelly quizzed.
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” Just tell me who he is and let me deal with him. No one hurts my girl.”
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Kelly frowned, ” What are you on about.”
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“I heard everything just tell me who he is!”
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Kelly chuckled and Nevea giggled.
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“What’s so bloodly funny.”
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“You are, she’s crying over a black panther.”
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Kelly roared with laughter as all the anger left Jason’s shoulders and his body deflated. Releasing her daughter Kelly rose from the sofa still chuckling as she stepped into her husbands arms.
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“I thought you might need a hug, you look traumatised.”
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“I think I am, Black Panther has a lot to answer for.” He mumbled..

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INHERITANCE – PART ONE

There was no diamonds paved on these streets, no hood millionaires either. Lined against the pavement four black hearse awaiting their passengers as a small crowd formed. Mother Gee had been a pillar of the community, a leader of sorts. Now she was a corpse the belly of the beast had been ripped open. People from across the globe had arrived to pay their respects to one of the most feared women of all time. For almost two decade Mother Gee had taken charge of the corners and guided her entourage to success.

It was the job of dealer to sell a dream and that included the lifestyle. Mother Gee could sell anyone, anything. You see, it wasn’t the small time hustler driving the big bend off the corner who was making the money, it was the woman you never saw coming. Kya Gee pushed through the crowd until she reached a small opening and slipped into an empty hearse. Taking a deep breath she lay her hands in her lap and inhaled deeply once more. All her life she had lived without fear, confident her name alone would protect her. But, today the heart of their family was being laid to rest and no one was safe.

There was so many unanswered questions the air felt thick with the 
heaviness of treason.

Someone knew who killed Mother Gee and that someone was among them.

The door opened and her steadying hands begun to shake once more. Sliding inside Shady told the driver to move.

“Its gonna be alright, Star.” he shrugged.

Folding her arms Kya kissed her teeth.

“How do you figure that! We are on our own!”

Pulling a spliff out of his top pocket he nudged her gently.

“Take this.”

Refusing Kya returned her gaze to the window. Watching the blocks as the car past by Kya rubbed a tear aggressively from her eyes. The solid grey concrete blocks had big dreams but the black clouds never strayed far from the top. There were good people here, families just trying to make it through the struggle but the hood had a way of seeping into your veins and taking over your natural senses.Secrets  buried in the foundation’s of the walls while the walking ghosts filled the stairwells with a sickly sweet thick haze.

Today the streets were empty, the hustlers and respectgul attendees. A trail of cars leading towards the cemetery had joined her family in their united front. Looking back at the parade she felt the bile rise to the back of her throat and closed her eyes tight willing the taste to dissappear. In her heart of hearts she knew Mother Gee would never die. Just like the legends before her she would lived forever on the edge of tongues, travelling whispers through the walls like the bogeyman.



Lighting the spliff Shady relaxed into the leather and exhaled.

“ She wasnt an easy woman to get to.”


Kya frowned. “She!”

“You know what I mean.”

Staring him down like and xray Kya looked for some sort of sign any form of trickery and saw none. Relaxing slightly she took the spliff as he offered it once more.

“Shady between me and you someone close to us did this.”

Shady nodded, exhaling the smoke into the cars interior before responding thoughtfully.


“Thats obivious whats not obvious is who the person is. She always told us our tume of
limited.”


“Why the fuxk you taking this so easy.” Kya snapped. ” Its like you have forgotten she was murdered for fuck sake.”

Suddenly thesmoke lost its flavour, handing it back she shook her head.

“Whoever dis this will be put to sleep.”


Shady nodded

“I wanna be there when they take that last nap.”

At that moment Kya had no idea how much her life was about to change.

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