Rick Brown
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Founder of Bangarick Entertainment, I empower artists and entrepreneurs through creative storytelling and strategy. I share insights on hustle, culture, and growth to inspire passion-driven success.
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Light Finds You . AI-Generated.
Marcellus had lived most of his life feeling like he was fighting battles with his bare hands. It seemed like every time he climbed one hill, life sent him sliding down another. Bills piled up until they started to look like a mountain. Jobs came and went without warning. People he thought would be by his side drifted off without explanation. Some days he wondered if the world even noticed he existed. Other days, he wondered if God did.
By Rick Brown2 months ago in Motivation
The Alarm Clock and the Concrete Floor
The first thing Malik heard was the alarm. Not the soft tone of a phone on a nightstand, but the sharp buzz of an old digital clock sitting on a milk crate next to a worn-out mattress on the floor. 4:45 a.m. Like clockwork—because it was clockwork.
By Rick Brown7 months ago in Lifehack
The Ancestors Speak in My Sleep
I never believed in ghosts until they started whispering to me in my sleep. Not the moaning, chain-dragging kind that haunts horror films. No. These ghosts were patient. Ancient. Familiar. They came softly, like the scent of my grandmother’s cornbread rising from a stove I hadn’t seen since I was eight.
By Rick Brown7 months ago in Education
The Light In The Warehouse
The Light in the Warehouse By Bangarick Jamal wiped sweat from his forehead as the chill of the warehouse bit through his hoodie. It was 4:46 AM. The pallets were stacked, the manifest signed. Most of the city was still asleep. But Jamal wasn’t sleeping—he was building.
By Rick Brown7 months ago in Humans
No Handouts Just Hustle
No Handouts. Just Hustle. Darius sat on the cracked concrete steps outside his apartment, the summer heat pressing down hard as the city buzzed around him. His hands were rough and calloused from hours of stacking boxes at the warehouse, but his eyes held a fire no struggle could extinguish.
By Rick Brown8 months ago in Humans
Planting Seeds of Change
Planting Seeds of Change The sun hadn’t yet risen when Jaylen stepped into the garden behind his late grandmother’s house. The air was still, except for the chirp of a lone bird and the crunch of dry leaves beneath his boots. In one hand, he gripped a packet of seeds. In the other, he held the same rusted trowel his grandmother once used to teach him how to plant, how to grow, and how to be still.
By Rick Brown8 months ago in Motivation
Youth Rising: A Block at a Time
The sun cracked through the blinds in Malik’s room, casting golden lines over his sketchpad. His fingers, calloused from hours of drawing sneakers and cityscapes, paused as the sounds of morning stirred the Eastside block. Sirens, barking dogs, the rattle of a basketball on cracked pavement — a chorus he’d grown up to.
By Rick Brown8 months ago in Fiction
My Brother’s Keeper, My Enemy
Can you make sure this Short Story has 600 words My Brother’s Keeper, My Enemy I remember the days when Jamal and I were inseparable. Born just eleven months apart, we were raised like twins in a small two-bedroom apartment on the east side of Chicago. Mom used to say, “You boys better watch each other’s back in this world.” And for the longest time, we did. But life has a twisted sense of humor, especially when survival turns family into foes.
By Rick Brown8 months ago in Confessions
Rich Broke The Hustlers Trap
Rich Broke: The Hustler’s Trap The first time Trey held $10,000 in cash, he thought he’d made it. Wrapped in rubber bands, fresh off a week’s worth of hustling, the stack felt heavier than just money—it felt like power. At 21, Trey was already a legend on his block in Atlanta. Clothes, cars, bottles in the club—if it glittered, he bought it.
By Rick Brown8 months ago in Motivation
Comfort Killed The Dream
Title: Comfort Killed the Dream Short Story by Bangarick ⸻ He was the king of potential. Everyone in the neighborhood said it—“If Marcus ever really locked in, he’d be unstoppable.” At 18, he had the voice of a prophet, the pen of a poet, and the hustle of a street legend. But he also had something else: comfort.
By Rick Brown8 months ago in Motivation
Mama ain’t raise no snitch
Mama Ain’t Raise No Snitch When loyalty runs deeper than freedom, silence becomes the ultimate test. The hallway outside the interrogation room was quiet, too quiet for a police precinct that claimed to be fighting crime around the clock. Dre sat at the metal table under a buzzing fluorescent light, eyes locked on the one-way mirror. He knew they were watching him—waiting for him to crack. But Dre had one thing drilled into his soul since childhood: You don’t talk to cops. Ever.
By Rick Brown9 months ago in Fiction
She Loved Me, Then Set Me Up
She Loved Me, Then Set Me Up By Bangarick ⸻ I met Mya on a rainy Friday night outside a hookah lounge on Capitol Drive. She was leaning against a car, red lips, black jacket, looking like danger wrapped in beauty. We talked. She laughed at my sarcasm. Said she liked “quiet hustlers.” I played it cool, but something about her made me drop my guard fast.
By Rick Brown9 months ago in Fiction
