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These next few are just some things I've gone through one way or another; so just laugh, think about it and be done with it; OOWEE!
I’ve been holding this fart all day. I figure I’m in the clear because I’m off by myself working hard. I unload; and right when I do, into my office walks my co-worker. I dare her ass to say something, tweak her nose, cough or anything. She should not have walked in here without knocking.
“Why are there so many people that ‘step on your toes?’”
When folks make dumb comments like: On a cloudy day; it’s miserable out. When the sun is shining in its full essence; boy it’s hot as hell out here. When it’s snowing in all its delight; damn it’s cold out here; just be grateful.
Folks that see their kids running all over the place, knocking over and tearing up stuff; bad as hell. Duh!
When you’re over the toilet; you finish peeing and reach for the tissue. Every friggin’ time you pull, little pieces of tissue snap off, one after another after another. As you hang in mid air, gettin’ frustrated, you manage to get the roll off the spool and the dang thang rolls right out of your hand and out of reach. Now you have to decide if you should do the crab walk to go get it or pull your damn panties on up:)
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The Spices in Life synopsis
“No individual has any right to come into this world and go out of it without leaving behind him distinct and legitimate reasons for having passed through it.” George Washington Carver
Born July 1970, at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia; by 2000 Christine Veronica Webbster has become a super successful business owner and by 2003 the realities of her past have surfaced to emotionally and financially rip her apart.
One of her unwise efforts was making an enemy of Angelia McCarthy when they were 8 years old; a thorn she'll never be able to remove, until death does them apart.
What had happen was..., Angelia’s been snorting powder cocaine since age 12. With the numerous high-profile parties her 'judicial' parents attend almost nightly, it leaves her room to act an undercover fool. Being an only child, super spoiled and aggressively charming, she misuses parental trust to the utmost. At their high school's Junior Prom, in the sparkling restroom of the private school, Angelia and her best friend Heather decides to challenge Christine Veronica and her best friend Tracey to a fist-off. Before things could escalate in front of witnesses, the ladies take a private restroom break. “Stop moving before you blow my shit off” 16 year-old Angelia begs, while masturbating 15 year-old Heather. “SSshhh” Tracey whispers animatedly to Christine. Veronica steps up on the toilet in the stall next to them bitches and three quick flashes of the camera, “You bitches are busted” she screams like she lives in a haunted mansion; before the junkies could gather themselves. She mails them to Angelia's parents whom are both Federal Court judges. Over twenty years pass before they meet up again; and all hell breaks loose.
If youth knew what age would crave, it would both get and save. A proverb of the twelfth century
Kimberly Wilson For more, email me. |
