Aissa Martell
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Writing my wonderings for my sanity and for a living. Professional freelance writer, award winning screenwriter, international playwright.
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Songs On The Wind
Dear Larry, Last night we got to a juke joint in Memphis where the music is loud and the heat is higher. The air is cut through like warm butter when I belt out a note, and spread through the room over glistening bodies with a touch of brown sugar. Going from town to town it doesn’t seem like anything really stays the same in our melodies. The hymnals in our hearts kept us warm after a hard days work back home in Louisiana from sundown until the stars shone. Although the timing may change from room to room our rhythms and voices keeps us moving, keeps the food and drink flowing from the delta until we land in Harlem.
By Aissa Martell11 months ago in History
Helena of the Upper East Side. Content Warning.
To everyone looking in from the outside Helena has the perfect life. She has a beautiful daughter Harmony, who is growing more and more beautiful like her mother with each day, and an attractive, successful husband, Michael, who is the owner of a cryptocurrency exchange. Helena has always lived the lifestyle that a NYC socialite can afford. Her father was a business magnate, heralded as a "God of New York" whose absence was felt while Helena was growing up, and her mother was the great great granddaughter of a Texas oil tycoon. Her mother migrated to New York City to run an auction house. That's where her parents met. Her father put on quite the show, winning a 16th-century black pearl, gifting it to her mother, and then winning her heart.
By Aissa Martell11 months ago in Fiction
Dendrites and Prisms
Every soul is a snowflake. A unique design carried through the winds of space landing in perfect timing. It is hard to see, certainly for her amongst her hustle and bustle and cocktails with friends to soothe the occasional and inevitable heartache. And undoubted for him, he can barely see beyond his blinders to achieve, succeed, make his family proud, and trips to the gym to blow off some steam. Sometimes timing could not seem worse to them or anyone else for that matter. But it's true.
By Aissa Martellabout a year ago in Writers
