BeeSparrow
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I’m Bee Sparrow.
I write stories born from real life, sparked by imagination, and shaped with the help of AI. They’re short, soulful, and waiting for you. Your next favorite story might be one click away.
Stories (12)
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ABondThroughTheFire
A Bond Through The Fire: Prelude Detective Jared Kinard had always lived by a simple, unwavering code: protect and serve, no matter the cost. It was the bedrock of his career, a clean, immutable line that kept the chaos of the city at bay and his own heart strictly behind a professional wall. That wall had served him well, right up until the moment he was assigned to safeguard Savannah Cole.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
Jared Kinard held the passenger door open for Savannah as they left the café, the brisk evening air wrapping around them. She slid into his sleek black sports car, its leather seats still warm from the heater. The tension from her meeting with Darrius lingered in the silence between them.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
The city never slept, and neither did Jared Kinard. He sat in his unmarked car, the rain streaking down the windshield as the night stretched endlessly before him. The rhythmic patter against the glass was a familiar backdrop to his restless thoughts, though tonight it felt heavier, as if the city itself was bracing for something. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his gaze scanning the deserted street outside. Another case. Another innocent life on the line.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
The Mastermind Miles away in the sprawling penthouse of Kinston Tower, the city’s skyline glittered like a galaxy of artificial stars. Nathaniel Kinston, the enigmatic founder of Kinston Dynamics, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of scotch in hand. His reflection stared back at him, cold and calculating.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes Chapter 2
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat as Aaliyah stepped out of the car, the club’s neon lights washing over her metallic shawl like moonlight on chrome. Tresa adjusted her signature glasses. Livia checked their passes. Meka grinned and pulled them all forward but Aaliyah’s mind was already ahead, her heart thumping in time with the distant music.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes
Chapter-1: ScreamsIntoTheWind The night started in Aliyah's apartment, an eclectic space half-lit by orbiting glow orbs and soundtracked by a playlist that bounced between galactic jazz and old-school R&B. The kind of place where style hangs on racks like art and secrets are poured over glasses of chilled plum liqueur.
By BeeSparrow3 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat as Aaliyah stepped out of the car, the club’s neon lights washing over her metallic shawl like moonlight on chrome. Tresa adjusted her signature glasses. Livia checked their passes. Meka grinned and pulled them all forward but Aaliyah’s mind was already ahead, her heart thumping in time with the distant music.
By BeeSparrow5 months ago in Chapters
Blues Empress of Harlem. AI-Generated.
Chapter-1: The Girl with the Golden Voice The summer air in New Orleans was thick with the scent of magnolias and the sound of brass horns. At sixteen, Zora Cunningham had already learned that the world was not kind to a Black girl with big dreams. The doors that opened for others remained shut for her. Employers saw her as just another pair of hands, not a talent waiting to bloom. Club owners waned a pretty face to entertain their guests, not a woman who demanded to be heard. Even in music, where voices were supposed to be free, she knew the best stages were reserved for those society deemed worthy. She spent her days hemming dresses in a small tailor shop and her nights sneaking into the juke joints of Basin Street, where the real magic happened.
By BeeSparrow9 months ago in Writers
I Knew
**Introduction:** Sometimes, words written in the past carry even more meaning in the present. While going through my old writings, I rediscovered poetry I wrote back in 2010, during my mid-20s—a time of reflection, growth, and deep emotions. These pieces capture moments of love, struggle, and self-discovery, and I’m excited to share them with you.
By BeeSparrow10 months ago in Poets
In The Mist Of It All
Rhianna rummaged through her walk-in closet, running her fingers over the rows of carefully curated outfits hanging neatly in color-coordinated sections. The space was her personal oasis-soft recessed lighting illuminated the shelves lined with designer handbags, while a glass display in the center showcased her collection of heels, each pair a testament to her love for fashion. A full-length mirror stood against the far wall, reflecting the image of a woman who had worked hard for everything she owned.
By BeeSparrow11 months ago in Chapters
