It’s Just Me…

Hey! I’ve always been a little embarrassed about it, but I give up. After over a decade I finally admit it- I’m a writer. The reason for my embarrassment is that if you solely go by my sale numbers, I’m not a very successful writer. However, I can’t help it even without much attention, lol, I enjoy writing- A LOT! That’s why I keep doing it. I have learned that I am incredibly bad at marketing. I really like telling stories- stories that interest me about people who look like me and come from where I come from. I wish that was enough, but I guess not. Anyway, thought I’d make a post showing a few of my finished stories I’ve self pub’d on Amazon and B&N. Intention was never to get rich from my writing, but I do like to entertain folks. I particularly like to write stories set in my hometown, which I don’t think gets written about enough in any positive way. I’m talking about Mississippi- that’s where I grew up. For most of my life I lived on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Between the folks, the culture and the weather, lol, there is enough material to write a million stories. I don’t have a million but the few I do have I hope you’ll check out and tell me what you think. If you do and feel inclined- please leave a review here or the site where you got it from.

Thanks for reading 🙂 —–>

Southern Fried Honeybee Query

Here’s a copy of my query for the thriller Southern Fried Honeybee! now AVAILABLE on B&N

southern fried (adjective)

definition: crazy, ambitious and/or driven; term of endearment.

SFH is a thriller mystery about local celeb chef Charlie Daniels, an African American woman from Biloxi, MS who is being hunted by an unknown enemy. Full of diverse characters, SFH is unlike anything that is currently on the shelves. When I first wrote it, Charlie was a complete figment of my imagination. However, now I “see” her as a Tabitha Brown type just without the vegetarian restrictions 😉 .

No southern belle, dynamic Charlie Daniels is owner of the hottest restaurant on Biloxi’s Gulf Coast. Known as the place for good food, good fun, and good friends, the Southern Fried Honeybee is the talk of the town and poised for national success. Charlie has worked hard to cultivate a sweet as pecan pie image but she has an enemy that not only wants to kill her dreams but her too. With the support of her family of friends, Charlie fights to save her life and her dreams- southern fried style!

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HEROES: A Comedy Skit

INT. APARTMENT WITH LARGE PICTURE WINDOWS THAT LOOK DOWN UPON THE CITY- DAY

Kendra is African American woman with a Ceasar cut, yellow top, red pants. She is frazzled and running out of patience. The story starts with an argument in progress. Kendra is trying to explain humanity to a very confused, arrogant alien on a mission to destroy the heroes of Earth in order to set himself up as supreme ruler. 

KENDRA:

“DON’T YOU GET IT? THEY’RE JUST PEOPLE!” 

ALIEN:

(the ALIEN’S tone is as flat as its large black eyes staring at KENDRA as she struggles to keep her cool.

“PEOPLE? WHAT IS PEOPLE?”

KENDRA:

“I AM PEOPLE. THEY ARE PEOPLE. WE ARE PEOPLE!”

ALIEN:

(the tall alien nods at the television screen.)            

“BUT THESE ARE YOUR HEROES? IRON MAN, THE HULK?”

KENDRA:

“YES, BUT THEY’RE NOT REAL!”

ALIEN:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY’RE NOT REAL?” (A COMMERCIAL COMES ON;

AN IMAGE APPEARS ON THE TELEVISION SHOWING IRON MAN, AND THE HULK FLYING THROUGH THE AIR.) “THAT IS REAL.”

KENDRA:

“THAT IS A MOVIE! WAIT, THAT’S WHY YOU’RE HERE? BECAUSE OF

SOME CHARACTERS IN A MOVIE? THEY’RE NOT REAL. NONE OF IT’S

REAL!”

ALIEN:

“I CAN SEE IT. THEIR POWERS ARE SIGNIFICANT. NOT AS

SIGNIFICANT AS MINE, BUT SIGNIFICANT ENOUGH. ENOUGH FOR THE RULER TO SEND ME TO EXTINGUISH THEM.”

KENDRA:

“YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM? BUT THEY’RE JUST PEOPLE. REGULAR MEN AND WOMEN IN DRESS UP.”

ALIEN:

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SPEAKING OF WITH DRESS UP, BUT IT SEEMS ALMOST TOO EASY.”

KENDRA:

(KENDRA scrambles for the remote control and begins flipping through channels trying to pull up different movies, tv shows. every time she pulls one of the streaming channels there’s a fee.)”LOOK, LOOK. WAIT A SECOND…. $14.99? FUCK THAT.”

(she runs to the closet and pulls out boxes and a dvd player.

she throws them on the ground, hooks it to the tv, then sticks a movie in- fast forwards.) “SEE? THAT’S ROBERT DOWNEY, JR. RIGHT THERE. SEE? NOT IRON MAN.” (the being focuses on the television screen leaning in closer.)

“YOU SEE? HE’S JUST A PERSON PLAYING A PART. HE PLAYED THE

PART OF A COMEDIAN HERE. SEE? AND IRON MAN….THAT’S JUST A PART HE PLAYS. IT’S NOT REAL, IT’S MAKE BELIEVE.”

ALIEN:

(the being leans back his eyes looking up as he ponders the new information. his eyes close for several moments.)”YOU MEAN, THERE IS AN IRON MAN, AND THERE IS A, WHAT YOU SAY? A COMEDIAN?”

KENDRA:

“YES, YES. HE’S PLAYING A PART.”

ALIEN:

“BUT HE IS IRON MAN?”

KENDRA:

“YES.” 

ALIEN:

“AND THERE IS A COMEDIAN?”

KENDRA:

“YES.” ALIEN:

“WELL, I’M HERE FOR THE IRON MAN.”

KENDRA:

“IT’S THE SAME PERSON! HE’S JUST AN ACTOR PLAYING SEVERAL PARTS!

ALIEN:

“THERE ARE THREE? IRON MAN, COMEDIAN, ACTOR.”

KENDRA:

“NO! THERE IS ONE MAN- A PERSON, PLAYING THE ROLE OF IRON

MAN, COMEDIAN, ACTOR. NONE OF IT IS REAL. IT’S FAKE, MAKE BELIEVE.”

ALIEN:

“BUT WHY?”

KENDRA:

“I DON’T KNOW! ENTERTAINMENT?”

ALIEN:

“ENTERTAINMENT.”

KENDRA:

“FOR FUN, TO PASS THE TIME, TO LAUGH, CRY. TELLING STORIES, DON’T WHATEVER YOU ARE TELL STORIES WHERE YOU’RE FROM?”

ALIEN:

“FIRST OF ALL I’M A SHRYA, BUT YES WE TELL STORIES. BUT IT’S

BASED ON THINGS WE’VE ACTUALLY DONE.” (THE BEING STEPS TO THE WINDOW TO LOOK OUT AS HE PONDERS NEW INFORMATION.)

“INTERESTING, BUT MY MISSION REMAINS.”

KENDRA:

“BUT YOU CAN’T GO AROUND KILLING PEOPLE. I MEAN NOT FOR

SOMETHING THAT’S NOT REAL. WHY KILL PEOPLE THAT ARE NO THREAT TO YOU?”

ALIEN:

“IT’S MY MISSION.” (a screen appears out of thin air and four faces float on its surface. one of the faces is darkened- iron man.)

ANGEL: ENTERS APARTMENT (african american woman with goddess locks and nose ring. she’s wearing a kimono over jeans and white tshirt)

“WHOA!”

(a loud voice breaks the silence followed by a door slamming closed.)

“WHAT THE HELL?”

KENDRA:

“ANGEL, GET OUT OF HERE.” (the alien ignored the new arrival.)

ANGEL:

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”

(angel points at the alien then turns back to kendra) “AND THAT?” (pointing to the hologram screen still floating in the air showing the four faces.)

KENDRA:

“GET OUT, ANGEL!”

ANGEL:

“WHY IS IRON MAN’S FACE DARK?”

ALIEN:

“BECAUSE HE’S DEAD.” 

ANGEL:

“COOL.”

KENDRA:

“WHAT?! YOU KILLED IRON MAN?”

ALIEN:

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID.”

KENDRA:

“WHY? HOW? WHEN?”

ALIEN:

“I HAVE A MISSION. IT WASN’T HARD, ACTUALLY. THIS MORNING.”

KENDRA:

“BUT YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

ANGEL: (LAUGHS)

“HE SAYS HE DID.” 

ALIEN:

“I DID. IF THESE ARE YOUR PROTECTORS, IT’S A WONDER THAT YOUR PLANET HASN’T BEEN ANNIHILATED BEFORE NOW.”

ANGEL:

“SOMETHING TELLS ME HE’S NOT FROM HERE.”

KENDRA:

“SHUT UP ANGEL.”

ALIEN:

“I’M FROM PATO. A COUPLE OF LIGHT YEARS AWAY. WE RECEIVED

SIGNALS FROM YOUR SOLAR SYSTEM, AND I WAS SENT TO ELIMINATE THE SO CALLED HEROES BY OUR RULER.”

KENDRA:

“JUST YOU?”

(The alien shrugged.)

ANGEL:

“RESPECT.” 

KENDRA:

“YOU CAN’T JUST COME AND START KILLING PEOPLE. THESE ARE

PEOPLE THAT HAVEN’T HURT ANYONE. THEY ARE NO THREAT TO YOU!”

ALIEN:

“YOU’RE RIGHT.”

(the being made an adjustment to his screen causing it to flicker. images and symbols scroll through.)

KENDRA: “YES.”

(the screen stops flickering. several symbols are on the screen but the language doesn’t make any sense to kendra.   ALIEN is quiet as he reads through until suddenly he stops and the screen disappears.)

ALIEN:

“THE MISSION HAS CHANGED.” (the alien goes to the kitchen and opens the cabinet door. he starts pulling things out and placing them on the counter.)

ANGEL:

“YOU HUNGRY? I MEAN WE DON’T HAVE MUCH, BUT I CAN PULL SOMETHING TOGETHER.” (angel’s voice faded as the being helped himself to the refrigerator.)

KENDRA:

“HOW HAS THE MISSION CHANGED?” 

ALIEN:

“ARE THERE ANY OTHER PEOPLE MORE POWERFUL THAN IRON MAN, THE HULK?”

(ALIEN says around swallows of food he shoves in his mouth.)

ANGEL:

“THE HULK? NAW, MAN AIN’T NOBODY STRONGER THAN THE HULK.”

KENDRA:

“IT’S NOT REAL! THE HULK’S NOT REAL. SHUT UP ANGEL, YOU’RE

ONLY GOING TO CONFUSE HIM.”

ALIEN:

“I DON’T GET CONFUSED. YOU JUST HAVEN’T BEEN GIVING ME THE

PROPER INFORMATION. ANGEL? IS THERE ANY REAL PERSON WHO IS STRONG LIKE THE HULK?”

ANGEL:

“NAW, MAN. I MEAN WE GOT SOME BOXERS, ATHLETES WHO ARE

STRONG, BUT NO ONE CAN LIKE LEAP OVER SKYSCRAPERS AND DROP FROM A PLANE AND LAND ON HIS FEET. NAW, WE AIN’T GOT THAT.”

ALIEN:

“HMPH,” (the alien sticks a chicken leg in his mouth whole. there are several loud crunches as he bites through meat and bone.)

ANGEL:

“DAMN, YOU REAL HUNGRY, HUH?”

KENDRA:

“HOW HAS THE MISSION CHANGED?” 

ALIEN:

“THERE IS NO MISSION NOW.”

KENDRA:

“BUT YOUR RULER, HE WANT’S OUR HEROES DEAD.”

ALIEN:

“NEGATIVE. YOU HAVE NO HEROES. HENCE YOU HAVE NO PLANET. THIS IS MY PLANET NOW.”

KENDRA:

“WHAT? YOU CAN’T JUST TAKE A PLANET.”

ANGEL:

“WHOSE GONNA STOP HIM?” 

KENDRA:

“YOU CAN’T JUST ROLL UP ON A PLACE AND STAKE YOUR CLAIM AND SAY THIS IS YOUR PLANET NOW.”

ANGEL:

“HE CAN’T?” 

KENDRA:

“NO, HE CAN’T.”

ANGEL:

“NEGRO IN WHAT WORLD DO YOU LIVE IN?”

(ANGEL said grabbing a piece of chicken. she hesitates when ALIEN looks toward her hand.) “MAY I?” (ALIEN shrugs taking another bite.) “BESIDES WHITE FOLKS BEEN TAKING LAND AND SETTING UP WHOLE CIVILIZATIONS ON THE CORPSES OF THE PEOPLE THEY KILLED.”

(the crunching of bones stops.)

ALIEN:

“WHO ARE THESE WHITE FOLKS.” 

ANGEL:

“WHITE PEOPLE, LIKE THE GUY THAT PLAYS IRON MAN. OH, HE DON’T GET IT? YOU SEE, WE…” (ANGEL rubbed the skin on the back of one hand with her other hand) “ARE BLACK FOLKS, PEOPLE OF COLOR, BROWN WHAT EVER. BUT NOT WHITE. WHITE FOLKS ARE IN CHARGE OF THIS WORLD.” 

ALIEN:

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WERE NO HEROES.”

ANGEL:

“OH, WHITE FOLKS AIN’T NO BODIES HEROES. THEY JUST DECIDE

THEY WANT A SPOT AND THEN THEY TAKE IT. THEY WILL KILL BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY ANYONE WHO GETS IN THEIR WAY. WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT, THEY SOME REAL BAD MOTHAFUCKERS!” (the being stops eating again as the screen returns and starts flickering again.)

KENDRA:

“ANGEL, SHUT UP.”

ANGEL:

“WHAT, KENDRA? I’M JUST TRYING TELL HIM ABOUT WHITE FOLKS.”

KENDRA:

“BUT YOU SEE THAT SCREEN, IT’S GIVING HIM THE RUN DOWN OF

HISTORY, RUNNING NUMBERS, EVERYTHING HE NEEDS TO KNOW FOR STRATEGY.” (the screens stops flickering. the angel turns back to angel and her sister. he now has a look of respect on his face as he stares at the two young women.)

ALIEN:

“THESE WHITE PEOPLE- TAKE ME TO THEIR LEADER.”

ANGEL & KENDRA:

“OH SHIT…”

#STRONG FEMALE LEAD, 6 short stories

Six very different stories with characters you don’t usually get to see. Get ready for a ride!

From Empath:

The first body I jumped into was an old man. The reason: he wouldn’t leave me alone. I’d go to the store and he’d be there. I’d go to school he’d be across the street. At first, I thought nothing of it- of him. I figured it was a coincidence at first.

I was ten, the same age as my daughter. I didn’t know evil existed then.

I finally took notice when I saw the old man standing outside my house. Then he was on my porch, and then he was inside my house. Before he touched me, I already knew what his intentions were.

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Is the Matrix broken?

The older I get the more I see the true dilemma to living in the Matrix. When I was younger I believed there was an obvious answer regarding whether to take the red pill vs blue pill. Red pill= full awareness; blue pill= remain asleep to the truth. Truth of course, I told myself, was the only answer I would ever choose, BUT as of late I’m second guessing myself. because I feel really unsettled. I mean, if the Matrix is real…the blue pill looks kind of nice right now, lol. I’m just saying- is it possible that the reason everything feels crazy currently is because we’ve all taken the red pill and some people’s minds can literally not handle it? I’m just asking because the way I see people moving just don’t make sense anymore. S#@! is crazy! And social media feels like a cuckoo’s nest. Is this the mass awakening the new agers have been talking about? Could it be that all the blue pills have run out and that’s the reason Earth feels like a dumpster fire lately? OR has it always been like this for you old heads? Either way whatever this is it feels permanent. There is no going back, I feel. No more delusions available to lull us into a fall sense of security. All that we can do is keep moving forward through the madness and hope it’s better where we’re going. For those that make it in tact, see you on the other side 🙂

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Empath: Part 2

The first time it happened I didn’t even know it was happening. Even after I looked in a mirror and the face I’d come to finally accept was gone it took some time before I really believed it. Like three bodies later. That was when I finally accepted it. It was real.

I felt something different each time I jumped, but the strongest feeling which wasn’t something I could control. It never changed. The feeling, I couldn’t describe, I just knew it had always been there. I thought everyone felt the same thing until one day I realized they didn’t. I realized I was different.

The first body I jumped into was an old man. The reason: he wouldn’t leave me alone. I’d go to the store and he’d be there. I’d go to school he’d be across the street. At first I thought nothing of it- of him. I figured it was a coincidence at first.

I was ten, the same age as my daughter. I didn’t know evil existed then.

I finally took notice when I saw the old man standing outside my house. Then he was on my porch, and then he was inside my house. Before he touched me I already knew what his intentions were.

It was like his thoughts were my own. That was my first time jumping. I knew instantly what he planned to do to me, and what he would say if he was caught. I was terrified, I remember that. I was scared paralyzed by it then suddenly I wasn’t.

My fear evaporated and in its place I felt only excitement. My insides tingled with it. I know now it was him I felt. They were his feelings, but at the time I thought it was me.

Instinctively, I latched onto the feelings of excitement. It felt weird but good. I just knew it was much better than my fear so I ignored what I felt and followed the good feelings. It didn’t take long for me to make the transfer.

What I remember most was the heat. It felt like I was sweating from the inside out. My face, my eyes, my skin, my bones, my entire body was on fire. I know now that feeling was me taking over. It was me killing him.

Matter is funny that way. No two souls, I learned can ever exist together. One has to leave in order for the other to live. That’s how I did it. It was how I took someone’s body over. There was never a fight, just a shock then acquiescence as I took control melted into what was them and eased them out. I locked in on their emotion whatever it was then I squeezed in and that’s when the burn began. I burned them with my heat. Sometimes I thought I could hear them scream as they left their body like toothpaste from its tube. Then just like that they were gone, and it was just me. Where they went I didn’t know, but their body was mine afterwards for as long as I wanted or needed it.

Afterwards I remember looking down at the girl on the ground. The little girl was me, or what was left of me. The old man’s hands were still wrapped around the throat of my ten year old body.

I remember thinking it was all a dream. A really weird and wild dream that I couldn’t wake from no matter how badly I wanted to.

I didn’t know what to do, so I ran. I ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore.

The old man wasn’t the only kill I made that day. Initially I thought I was still sleeping and having some trippy dream. So I figured if it was a dream I might as well see what else I could do. I’d taken two more bodies before I admitted it wasn’t a dream, but it took me years before I figured it all out- what I could do.

My mind played tricks on me for a while. I drifted. I had no one to talk to, nothing to live for other than my work. There was no one until Caitlynn. 

My life had been an unwanted battle against evil before her. I saved many lives, but I killed many more to do it. I died more times than I cared to remember, but when Caitlynn came along it all changed. I gave birth to a living metronome. Caitlynn kept me in sync with the world around me.

She was my anchor, my rock. I could no longer be pulled into the lives of people without leaving her behind, and that I wouldn’t do. I couldn’t leave her behind like I’d been left behind.

I’d created a life for her, and I didn’t want to lose it. I wouldn’t lose it.

I had to get her back, but first I had to find her.

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I saw the flashing lights ahead, the car at the bottom of the embankment off the highway its hood hidden by the trees as if it had been run off the road. Traffic was at a crawl but I pulled next to the first responder cars.

As soon as the black and white cruiser came to a stop I was out and running. I knew it was Caitlynn. She was close. I could feel her. I ran hard and fast but before I could make it to the car I was tackled to the ground.

“Miss,” I heard a man yelling as I clawed at the gravel. “Miss stop it’s over, she’s gone,” he yelled, but I wouldn’t stop I couldn’t. My Caitlynn wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be. I elbowed the officer in the face stunning him and once again I was on my feet running towards the car and its trunk which was gaping wide open.