Caleen Radabah
Bio
To the young girl who had so much self-doubt, all it took was one step forward, and now you are a published author.
To anybody who wants it more than I ever did, believe in your- self always, and your dreams shall follow.
Stories (4)
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The Road Leads Somewhere
Lacey was a wild child, to say the least. Being a young female who had no sense of direction in life was not uncommon for the times. Knowing that she had a one-way bus ticket to get out of Summersville, Virginia, was going to be a fresh start to her new beginning.
By Caleen Radabah4 years ago in Fiction
The Left Handed Shot
“RED ROVER, RED ROVER, SEND CALI RIGHT OVER!” The ocean of bar-goers sway to the piano’s bed of broken keys as each drunk looks up to the cancan girl posing her red thigh-high gar- ter mounted on her lengthy leg. Each man was beyond and breached heavily drunk. The cancan bar hop, Cali, just flicked her leg as each man began to throw coins in the barkeep’s upside-down top hat that sat on the stage before her.
By Caleen Radabah4 years ago in Fiction
A Love That Traveled But Never Died
Swinging saloon doors opened wide. A man walked in and peers around the room. He shot a few whistles at brothel girls sitting on men’s laps. Can-can girls were dancing for money up on the bars as well as maiden wenches shadowing dark figures in the brightly lit windows. Smoke filled the air as menfolk sat, puffing on their cigars. There in the background sounded loud honky-tonk playing broken notes. Drunken fellows were rowdy while betting to win an intense hand at poker. A few momentarily paused and nodded at the cowboy directing their way.
By Caleen Radabah4 years ago in Fiction
A Love That Traveled But Never Died
Swinging saloon doors opened wide. A man walked in and peers around the room. He shot a few whistles at brothel girls sitting on men’s laps. Can-can girls were dancing for money up on the bars as well as maiden wenches shadowing dark figures in the brightly lit windows. Smoke filled the air as menfolk sat, puffing on their cigars. There in the background sounded loud honky-tonk playing broken notes. Drunken fellows were rowdy while betting to win an intense hand at poker. A few momentarily paused and nodded at the cowboy directing their way.
By Caleen Radabah4 years ago in Fiction
