Yolanda Williams
Bio
As a child, I had an imagination and wrote them out as plays and poems. Writing became a passion later on in life while walking around the house that a story came to me. I sat down and began writing. I am now a self-published author.
Stories (3)
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What A Day
What A Day! Bree The blaring of my alarm clock woke me from slumber, letting me know it was time to get up and get moving. I groaned as I reached over on my nightstand to turn it off. I did not want to get up after the long night I had. Lawrence, my business partner, kept me in the office until near one this morning. He wanted to make sure we had everything for our meeting with a potential partner. Our small business, LB & Associates has grown exponentially, and it has become overwhelming for both of us. When Lawrence and I decided to leave the accounting firm we were both busting our butts for but not getting the deserved recognition because we were the minority, we had no idea how successful our firm would grow in a short amount of time. A lot of our clients left our ex-employer to follow us to our business and with referrals from them, LB & Associates soared. So, I honestly couldn’t be upset about working hours beyond closing time.
By Yolanda Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Guiding Light
Every morning by six o’clock, Martin made sure to be positioned out front of Maybell’s Diner to catch the morning rush. He knew this was the spot to be to get a hot meal along with a few dollars to get his fix of beer for the day. Today, though, he was late because he overslept. This was unusual for him since he seemed to have an internal alarm that would wake him at five -thirty every day. Martin realized it was because of the crazy dream he had. It was something that felt all too real, but he shook it off thinking dreams like that didn’t happen to people like him. It was what it was, a dream.
By Yolanda Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Charlene
Charlene The next night… I always knew the past was going to come back and haunt my girls and me one day. I’d only hoped it wouldn’t get them hurt or worse, killed. Mike and I had a well-kept oiled machine in place during our run the streets. Like I told the girls, their father ran his set just like that of a fortune five hundred firm. He treated everyone from his right-hand man, Louis, to his corner boys, with the utmost respect. That’s why he was untouchable for a long time. The men and women who worked for him were loyal. Some have even had their lives taken because they refused to turn on him. They all loved and respected him because of his love and respect for them.
By Yolanda Williams5 years ago in Criminal
