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The Black Wig
If I knew my day was going to start as it did, I would've definitely passed on drinking last night! I'll start at the beginning of this whole ordeal.....practicing in front of the mirror. I was cast as the lead in Romeo & Juliet, and I was not only practicing my lines I was practicing Juliets' aswell. Well hey...they say all good actors learn and practice all the lines, so why not!? So there I am in the mirror saying "Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo!" Then all of a sudden... "Daylon! Daylon! Come here right now!" inside I'm thinking "Oh lord did they find the stiletto red bottom pumps I've been hiding? 'Cause Lord today isn't the day to come out of the closet." Walking with masculinity in viewpoint I walk into the family room and go "Yes mother?" Then she goes "Don't play silly! You are supposed to go get all of the stuff out of the attic and set it outside for trash pick up!" Inside I am so relieved I simply forgot about taking out the trash. No coming out of the closet and dealing with that conversation a little while longer whew! Little did I know I was about to be in little "fairy-boy" Heaven. Once I arrived to the attic I started opening the boxes before I took them out to the trash. If I know my mother anything important stays so I begin to look through everything. Then I found it, it was a regular U-Haul moving box that looked brand new. I opened it and sitting on top was this little black book. So what else was I going to do, not read it? So I began reading it and what I read absolutely floored me. It was just a friendly letter address to me. It read:
By Daylon Eugene Brown5 years ago in Families
Lots of Love and the Little Black Book
Lots of Love and the Little Black Book “Well, this is as good as it’s going to get, for now,” Jill Martin sighed. She fluffed her platinum blonde pixie cut one more time and smirked at her reflection in the mirror. In all her forty-three years, this was the first time she could ever remember having short hair. Thanks to the chemotherapy and radiation over the last eighteen months, everything had changed. But at least her hair had grown back. Maybe it was short, but at least she had hair.
By Kristy Noel Gillinder5 years ago in Families
Book Of Secrets
The cold Louisiana wind whipped at Elijah’s chiseled jawline like no other. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that this night would be even more brutal than the last. There was the option to call his unsympathetic mother and father up for a warm bed for tonight. Deep down he knew that Hell would have to freeze over several times for him to grovel at their feet.
By sherita norman5 years ago in Families
A Book Called Cash
At age 15, with no Father in the home, Shalee told her Mother Cutie she wanted to have sex, her mother said (Go take a shower!) that was that. Two weeks, later Shalee was pregnant. Cutie replied, (We do not throw away babies in this house, you made your bed, now you will lay in it!) In the ninth grade, Shalee had a son named Mario, born on May the 19th, 1986, by Calvin. Shalee thought (I have to finish school because I have a child to tend to.) Being extremely gifted, she graduated high school with honors a semester ahead of her class. Shalee was pregnant her entire senior year with her second child Bri' Elah, By 1989 Shalee was married, by 1994 a set of twins was added. Kalina and Khalil.
By Billie Yarbrough5 years ago in Families
Her Word For The Year
“Whatcha doin’?” She tried to sound as casual as possible, but the dead-eyed stare now targeting her from the other side of the open laptop instantly conveyed her failure. Eye roll. Exaggerated sigh. A snapping shut of the device, followed by a saccharine smirk.
By Sheeri Mitchell5 years ago in Families
Long Lost Escape
It was late at night but all I could hear was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights in the hallway. I lie awake, unable to sleep and unwilling to dream; I long to be free soon but for now I continue to wait. I look up at the large barred-in window at the twilight sky outside, so peaceful and dark. In here I hear the footsteps of staff in the halls, moans or cries by other patients, the grumbling of the old pipes in this beige-paint and concrete ward. I shift in my bed, longing for my own bed while I try to find comfort in these scratchy industrial sheets on this vinyl mattress.
By Megan Salois 5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book Of Family Secrets
I am 20 year old Jade Ivory Ford. I was born and raised in Missouri. I am currently attending the Missouri state University. After my parents were murdered during a robbery all I could think about was becoming a doctor so I could save lives. It really dawned on me that I wasn’t able to save my parents who laid on the floor in front of me bleeding out. But who am I kidding I was a 14 year old girl who was told by her parents to hide and not to come out until they said so. My moms last words were “Jade come out and call the police now!”
By Anastasia Humphery5 years ago in Families
A Gift of Another Time
I will never forget the look we gave each other as we stood outside the door and stared with anticipation at the key. We knew that once we passed through that threshold nothing was going to be the same, and we could hardly wait! Ronnie was old fashion, another reason why I loved him so much. With no hesitation he scooped me up in his arms, unlocked the door and carried me in.
By Marie Floria5 years ago in Families
