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H O L D  M E  D O W N…….
Nessa shrugged, “Whose laughing.”


Bling Carter lowered his gaze and sighed. In his entire reign he had never employed a woman to do a mans job, but his choices were limited. The loyal ones had dispersed and the flakes had abandoned ship. Everything around him was crumbling except the pretty thing standing before him. There was something about her eyes that bore into his soul like she had seen him before and it made him nervous.

Since Ashely had taken her under her wing a tiny seed of curiosity grew everytime he was in her presence. In a million years he would never intend to cheat on Ashley, only  Nessa was an intention he could not resist.
Pulling up his pants he sat back on the desk and folded his hands across his lap.

“You really trying to do this now!”


Nessa smirked before turning on her heels towards the door.

“Where you going?”

Nessa contained her laughter before retracting her steps.

“You know I don’t play games Bling. Let’s stop pretending.”

“Thats not the point, if Ashley finds out about this she will kill me!”

“What Ashely don’t know wont kill her, besides you know and I know I only work for the best” Nessa purred. “Weasle desrves it, he took out your bonafide and tried to kill you and for what?”

Blings body tensed and Nessa knew she hit a nerve. Everything she had done was leading up to this moment.

Dropping the stack of notes on the table Bling relented. Even in his doubt, Killer had vouched for her reliability and Ashley stood by her loyalty.

“When you do this you got to disappear, Weasles guys will be coming for everybody.”

Taking the pile with ease Nessa smiled.

“No problem Man.”

Slipping her concealed weapon from her sleeve she aimed and fired. Slumping forward Bling bled out onto the oak pine floor. Shaking her head Nessa wiped the tiny speckled of blood splatter off her face and grinned wickedly.

“There was a lesson here Bling too bad you didn’t stay in school.”

Tucking the notes carefully into her bag Nessa stepped out of the office and halted at the sight of the devil.

“I can explain.” She mumbled as the laser beam danced accurately across her forehead.

“You don’t think I would figure it out, huh, all them times man was fucking you the whole time you had your own plans.”

Swallowing the bile in her throat Nessa thought careful before she spoke.

“Saint, I speared you for a reason.”

Shaking his head Saint took a step closer.

“You didn’t so shit for me.” His hand shook as he yelled angrily. ” I’m the last man standing that puts a target on my back and you know it too.”

“I told you to come with me.” Nessa replied. “Your loyalty to Bling could have had to killed a long time ago but I choose to save you. We can make it together you dont need this.”

Nessa smiled at the memory of their time together and sighed. The vow to never reveal her identity was about to be broken and the love they had may be lost forever.

Saint tutted “Mans from the hood what the fuck can I do on a farm. This right here is my life and you wont steal it from me.” Steadying his hand he closed his eyes.

“Sinner.”

The whisper of her brothers name brought gasp from Saints lips as his eyes sprung open and his face drained of blood. Clutching the shaking gun Saint tried to block out the thunderous heart beat in his cranium. Sinner was dead. Ten years ago he had lost his best friend, a man he would never forget. The mere mention of his name made his blood run cold. Scowling he maintained focus on the target.

“What did you say.” He spat

Her voice barely a whisper Nessa uttered a mantra he had buried deep in his chest.

“The Sinner can only be saved by the Saint.”

Saint shook his head. “Who told you that?” He scolded.

Nessa curled her lips slightly as she saw her brother standing beside Saint as if he was still alive.

“You did when I was seven years old saying goodbye to by brother.”

Saints arm fell, his stomach content whirling wildly as he stared at the woman he knew internally. They had shared a bed, he had explored her in ways a man could only explore a woman.

“Your lying! Someone told you that story and your trying to confuse me!” Saint replied.

“Saint, I never lied to you not even when I said I love you!”

“Fuck love this is about survival and I’m a survivor.”


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He stood at the patio door and watched her move the leaves away from the root of her tree. The way her back bent ever so slightly and her hands danced across the leaves evoked his memories. Sometimes she had been withered and badly beaten by the rains but never once did she complain. Standing tall in the summer sun she would clutch her petals and bloom again. Smiling he observed as she walked towards him an old twinkle in her eye. It amazed him that while the tide of nature slowly approached and their final winter was almost due he still looked at her as a fresh summers bloom. .
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While compiling some research I stumbled upon the essays  of Stuart Hall, I was amazed at his intricate analysis of identity and ethnicity. Understanding the importance of  cultural identity and ethnicity and its connection to the individual make up of ones identity. Brings me to my point –  Lately there has been a surge in black media and literature and I guess that can be attributed to the growth in creative outlets. The black narrative has long since been ignored by british mainstream media and the absence of the authentic voice reduces the effectiveness of developement in these essential areas. In order to address the lack of diversity in books and provide books or media that displays this, we need more writers of colour. It is essential we tell our own stories in our own voices.
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MOONSHINE &  RAINBOWS


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Moonshine and rainbows that danced across the wall. A life if strawberries and cream
He promised all but never was as it seems.
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Smooth stroking as she glided in the air on his love.
He had decided she was the one.
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White dress, a diamond ring and all. While lurking in the darkness the truth hidden in his crystal ball; his lips never telling all
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The colossal distance and extreme loneliness appeared after the summer as Autumn fall.
In the mist of the coming winter breeze she knew it all.
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As he danced across the earth back to her heart with stories to share, the moonshine and rainbows reappeared. But in the shadows  she was no longer there. .
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T H E  F R E Q U E N C Y:

They disturbed the earth with their presence, blinded the sun with their shine. Unite sisters that have been adorned by the heavenly divine. They came to win, everytime. Their speech was like beautiful music, a tune you can rewind. A smile from their lips a picture you can keep in your mind. As they  dance across your frequencies moving evolving over time. .
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WILDFLOWER..PART 3

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The success of dinner had eased the nagging sense of dread everytime he thought of Lilly , yet he still could not comprehend the fact that she had hiddwn his child from him for so long. Milly had been with child on their wedding day and event that would never had happened if Lilly had annouced her own. Even now he could remember his mothers disgust at his poor taste in women.
“Those people have no class Jasper, they inherited that property from The Rulers. They are of no blue blood. I will not condone this at all.” She said.
He could remember it like yesterday, the way Lilly had shrunk in size, tears falling from her face as she stood in the doorway while he said nothing.
That was the last time he laid eyes on her and last time he revealed in his wealth.
“Seriously Jasper.” Milly snapped, interupting his thoughts. ” You are so dostracted lately.”
Pulling her upon his lap he kissed her cheeks until she giggled. “Now thats more like it.” She sighed. “Jasper I was wondering if we should invite Jazz over to keep Milly company she is so lonely since the move here and school doesn’t start for another three weeks.” She tutted. ” Why she has to go to public school I have to idea.”
“We can’t just choose her friends for her and the idea of my children growing up pompous and self entitled is not pleasing. How will they know what is expected of them if its already done for them.”
Milly frowned. ” if i didn’t know better I think you were a poor man.”
Jasper laughed as she and rose from his lap. “Seriously Jasper, Jazz seems like a nice girl, we’re in the middle of nowhere for christsake.”
Jasper winced at her whining tone. “Ok Milly as you please but if it all goes sour you only have yourself to blame.”
Milly clapped gleefully rushing to tell her daughter the news. Looking out the huge bay window he could see the house in the distance, below he spotted a head of hair running across the field and his chest tightened. Life could have been so different. .
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WILDFLOWER….PART 2

It had been weeks since he had seen Lily but tonight he might have to face the inevitable. Milly had decided that a social gathering of the neighbours was the best way to introduce themselves back into his old neighbourhood reguardless if he knew half the block, she did not.
The table had been set and the food laid out in a beautiful array of silver trays ranging in sizes. Milly had gone to great lenghts to impress the families of the nieghbouring houses and here he was suited and booted with a smile to greet his guest, yet inside he was tormented. After all these years the sight of Lilly had evoked childhood memories, ignited a flame that hadn’t died and he felt the burn deep in his chest. “Jasper.” Waving frantically Milly shook her head. ” I do apologise my husband is not usually away with the fairies. What did you say your name was again?”
“Frank Jones.” Jasper offered
Frank smile broadly a low rumbling laugh shaking his beer gut protuding before him before extending a hand. “One and only.”
“Welcome to my home.”
Bella guided Frank to his seat while the hosts remained in position. Looking over the head of the fifth guest he sighed deeply.
Grabbing her husbands hand Milly pulled him close. “Not to long now, first we christen this house with good company and the finest food then, we can christen the bedroom.” .
Nodding he smiled warmly before returning his gaze to the door but the door was no longer in his vision standing before him in a ruby red gown and her hair flowing down her back he could have swore Lilly’s eyes twinkled.
“Hunny this is Lilly she lives right next door.”
His palms sweated and his heart pounded
Stepping forward Lilly shook his limp hand and said “Nice to meet you Jasper, this is my daughter Jazz!”
There she was again the vision of his nightmare, a being he had created without his knowledge.
Turning on his heels he called for Bella. “Time to eat.”
“So sorry, I do not know what has gotten into my husband lately. It must be the move.”
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WILDFLOWER…..PART 1

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The house stood behind the shrubbery completely shaded from the world, but she knew it was there. The tall pillars and large verenda had decayed over the years and strips of paint had begun peeling on her last visit. Strolling down the beaten path her palm grazed the blades of grass leaving them dancing behind her. It had been a long time since she had walked this way and she intended to drink every bit of the scenery for future thirst.
Her heart lived her on this land and even though Jasper had long gone only his memories exsisted in the fields; their first kiss, there first fumble and the day she would never forget. Moving through the shubberry she stepped into a time warp. Gone was the peeling paint and the vision of decay. Bees buzzed from flower to flower and birds chirpped lively. The grass had been mowed and men moved furniture from a loaded van.
Her heart sunk at the thought of her memories being replaced by others. Little did she know that the truth would free her from the heavy burderns of the past.
Jasper junior spotted the lady before she saw him, strolling towards her his hand outstreched from a handshake he greeted her warmly. “Hello, can I help you?” Taking his hand she shook her head. “Sorry I grew up here, I was just taking a walk down…..” “Memory Lane.” Jasper Senior interjected ” Madeline Rose, how good it is to see you.” There he was dark and handsome with a speckle of grey in his crown.
“Junior go and help your mother with the furniture.” Never taking his eyes off her he stepped forward confidently. ” It’s been a long time!” There were words she wanted to say but she couldn’t remember them under his glare. A rustling sound drew there attention as a young girl burst through the shrubbery her hair wild and unkempt.. “Mum why do we always have……” stopping mid sentence Jazz stared at the stranger beside her mother. “Dad.” Jazz squealed
Jasper looked down and frowned. “You must be mistaken!” He responded mortified.
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HIS BONNIE HER CLYDE : PT2

Clyde dropped her bag on the floor and ruffled her hair, a twelve hour shift had sunken her feet so far into the ground she was walking like a penguin. Pulling open her wardrobe she removed her grey fluffy bath robe with the hood and proceeded to the bathroom in need of water. The water swallowed her like the whale did Jonah, the days work rinsed from her skin she covered her nakeness and padded acroos the floor to her disguarded bag. Scrambling through the contents she pushed aside the old letters and spotting her phone at the bottom.

Scanning thrpugh the message she read Bonnies message twice.

“She is not serious!” She remarked in the empty room.

Pressing call she crossed her legs and listened to the persistant ring tone.

“Hello, you need to get here now!”

Six months she had been exclusively dating Shaun and suddenly Bonnie turns up out of the blue to rock her whole world. College was a far cry from the real world and bills but Bonie brought her back to a time she hadn’t forgotten. Shaun was on the verge of propsing and she was on the verge of slipping benwath the sheets with an ex he had no idea about. Sbaun Hunter wasn’t no ordinary man, he had reputation to upkeep and she had to live up to his requirements if she wanted to becone Mrs Hunter. But here was Bonnie with her carefree attitude and insatiable desire -Fuck you Bonnie.

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Bonnie pressed the buzzer and waited for the click, pushing open the door she stepped into the building foyer and pressed the lift button. Inside the lift she tapped her foot impatiently counting down the floors until the lift shuttled to a stop. The doors open and Clyde stood akimbo with a scowl on her face.

“Now that is a welcome!” Bonnie laughed.

“What the fuck you playing at?” Clyde hissed.

Stepping out into the hallway Bonnie smile. “Hey beautiful.”

“Don’t beautiful me Bonnie, I told you I’m not interested in your little scheme.” Clyde snapped. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Bonnie winced. ” Look can we go inside.”

Crossing her arms defiantly Clyde stood stationery, reaching out Bonnie gripped her wrist and pulled her close feeling the warmth of her breath upon her skin. Leaning close she let her lips graze her neck feeling her weakening Bonnie smiled.

“Lets go inside.”

“After you” Clyde snapped before looking down the hallway left and right.

Entering the apartment she stepped through the scent of Sarah Jessica Parker Lovely and slammed the door shut.

“You are crazy, do you even know what your doing with your life.”

Bonnie lifted the corner of the throw on the sofa before releasing it absently.

“You see Clyde the difference between me and you is thay I live in my truth.” Bonnie replied slowly. ” Dezzy excepts me for who I am but will the Pastor except his First Lady and all her desires.”

“Your a devil do you know that Bonjie. Everytime I get mh life together her you cone to fhck it up.”

Bonnies smile and Clyde resosted the urge to harm her.

“I dont make choices for you Clyde, I give you options.”

“Options that please you and leave me on the sidelines like unwantdd trash. No thanks. I found a man that loves me and I wont allow you and your latest conquest to fuck it up.”

Bonnie shook her head and unzipped her long black jacket. ” We were meant to be together Clyde. You know and I know it.”

Clyde lowered her gaze her flushed cheeks already exposing her bashfulness.

” I’m getting married.”

“I’m married.”

Crossing the distance between them in a breath and a heart beat Bonnie stood before her, breathless she tried to breathe.

“Tell me to leave and I will leave.”

Clyde opened her mouth but the sound of metal twisting and keys jangling turned the room black.

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