She injected the transaction with politeness and respect as the cashier scanned her large cookie, hot Cheetos, gummy bears, and liter of grape soda. That sweetness she was pinched for as a kid if she didn’t do is what ignited what the cashier said next. “Thank you,” she smiled, shamefully grabbing her bag of snacks.… Continue reading Beyond the Face.
He sat at the bar with his buddies, hovering over a watered-down shot of patron he’s been taking sips of all night. His friends were taking shot after shot after shot, but he was working on the same shot and bottle of beer all night. She didn’t like him to drink. She was supposed to… Continue reading Different Shades of Black.
With summer here and every artist battling to have the number one song of the summer, I decided to make a list of the songs I have been playing on repeat and will be my summer anthems. Billboard always makes their lists of summer songs, so I decided to make my own personal one. Some… Continue reading 55 Songs On My Summer Playlist
He rolled over away from her, the thick and damp lint-invaded plaid fleece clinging to his naked, red, sweaty rolls. He liked to light a cigarette after their sessions to push the musty and personal smell of body parts out of the room. After the first anxious drag of the hot mesmerizing tobacco, his stomach… Continue reading Different Drugs.
First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
DISCLAIMER: Full of spoilers, so if you have not watched and plan on doing so (it is on Netflix) then stop here. I know I'm probably late to the party, the Sausage Party that is, but I actually found the movie to be quite thought-provoking. From the previews I thought it would just be a fun and… Continue reading How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.
INT: Dimly lit rundown bar. White guy: Nigger! Black guy: Cracker. White guy: Jungle bunny! Black guy: Hillbilly. White guy: Jigaboo! Black guy: Juggalo. White guy: Ape! Black guy: Peckerwood. White guy: Nig nog! Black guy: What are we even doing? White guy: You started it! Black guy: No, YOU started it when you… Continue reading A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.
Since time is such a fast runner and I can’t keep track of all of my desires in my cluttered mind, I felt it necessary for me to compile a list of all the things I aspire to achieve in my budding adulthood/life. As I complete them, I will go back and strike them off… Continue reading My Bucket List
I write for my stitched shut lips and my chain downed vocal chords that are not able to speak. I write because my diction is better than my dialect. I write because my author ego is better at telling my story than I am physically able to. I started writing when I was in… Continue reading Why I Write
I place one hand firmly around its figure, and the other around the top. I slowly twist on the top and the bottle throbs in my hand as it bubbles and foams up inside. It softly sizzles and whistles as suds start to crack and pop. I get the top off and foam… Continue reading Caffeine