At My Best

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I stand in my mirror and look at my reflection. I’m no longer a child nor teenager, or lady. I am a woman, a full grown woman and it seemed like yesterday my mom was brushing my hair in pig tails. I remember my first love my first heartbreak.  I wish the first heartbreak was my last. A swirl of exes cross my mind. I wonder how a few of them are doing? I always wondered was that their intentions to hurt me? I untie my robe to get dressed. I remembered when my closet was full of dark colors and boy like clothes to hide my body. I didn’t accept it until after high school. Now, my closet is full of curvaceous clothing to hug every inch of me. I’m still a tall 5’9 without my heels. Who would have thought animal print corsets and high heels. Shy chubby girl doesn’t exists anymore. Just a curvalicious vixen with a healthy sexuality and sex life. Nothing is ever too taboo. Never stopped allowing myself to be happy as I look at the flowers on my vanity from my new found love. Biological clock is ticking because I have yet to hear the patterning of little tiny feet. Education I have it still working on it. Diamond ring not one on my finger yet. Once upon of time I thought I was going to be the future Mrs.Jones. Dressing myself with my t-shirt and jeans, its nice to be the girl next door sometimes.  Can’t believe I gave the guy next door a chance. Did I mention we were only a couple for a day. Yet we were inseparable when we kids. Dang it why do I wear these heels? I guess its for the added sex appeal.  Then I wonder what are they looking at? I can’t help it I have created a brand new me. My exes are green with envy.  I cried my tears after all you broke my heart. I gave you the tears you wanted from me. Want more well I won’t give you because I’m drunk on new love. I stride in my red pumps head held high. Nope no one can knock me off my high horse. I told you I was gonna write a book and guess what I wrote it. Finally time to let all my talents shine. Its a million things to do in a day. Yet I do a thousand things that I couldn’t get done yesterday.  I strive so hard because I’m my biggest fan. Even if no one ever truly cares for the novels I writes who cares. Because everyday this is me. Me at my best.

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Still full of surprises, I said to myself.

I walked Kay Kay to the door.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Likewise.”

I closed the door and sat on the bed going through the package. Inside was a birth certificate, social security card, and passport. Nomi Malone, I laughed out loud. How in the hell did he remember that. Nomi Malone was the name of the main character in the movie Show Girls, the movie that inspired me to dance. I told Harris how I used to sneak and watch it late at night because I was too young to be watching such things on cable. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Peaches.

“Sorry I’m late, my damn neighbor wanted me to take her to the store. I got the key; so what’s up?”

“I need you to go in the flour canister and get out the two grand. That should be enough to move me.”

“What? Move why?”

“For the last few nights, someone in a black Camaro has been watching me. When you go in, pretend like I’m there, but I’m sick. I have made reservations with a storage unit in South County. Get the moving company to move all my belongings there. I need you to get the girls together to pack up my clothes and personal items. Everything else is storage. Make sure there is no one watching you or following you when you leave. I need all this done tomorrow before night fall.”

“All this damn work! What about your gun?”

“It’s in the trunk of the car at Enterprise. I had to get a rental, no one can be aware of the changes that I’m making. I don’t know if the Camaro belongs to Justin and his goons or my cousins spying. I’m not taking any chances. My flight will arrive back in St. Louis at 6 p.m. Meet me at the Eclipse Restaurant at the Moon Rise Hotel; that’s where I will be staying. Tell Mikki to come too.”

“All right, be safe, and I got you.”

After hanging up there was a text from Cameron. 

 

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The Date

I stood in the mirror staring at my naked body. “What shall I wear?” I thought to myself.  I had a date with my landlord hell what was his name?  I checked the lease he slipped in my mailbox this morning.  Oh his name is Brad, how cute. I rambled through my suitcases.  I needed to go furniture shopping. I had  slept on a air mattress last night.  I found it, my damage blue jean short shorts and my zebra print Marilyn halter swimsuit. It was very sexy for a one piece. I got dressed, the shorts were cute not too much butt cheek but enough for a teaser. I slid my feet into my black flip flops. I styled my hair in long flowing waves. I applied bronzer to my chocolate brown skin, I dressed my eyes with Dior waterproof mascara and golden eye shadow. I applied my pink tone lipgloss and blew a kiss at the mirror. I heard his motorcycle pull in the driveway. I grabbed my brown and white Henri Bendal tote walking out the door.

” Wow, I never rode on the back of a Harley before.” I said walking towards him.

“First time for everything.” He said smiling at me. I mounted the back of the bike and put my arms tightly around his nicely toned waist. I wonder whats underneath. We pulled out into the street headed into town. We finally arrived at beachfront with motorcycles everywhere. The smell of grilled meats and seafood filled the air. Tanned beauties of all races roamed the beach with their dates. I spotted two bars amongst the crowd. I should have known what is a biker party without the booze.

” Your idea of a first date?” I asked

” Not trying to be funny or anything but you seem like you could use some fun.” He said, helping me off the bike.

“What happened to your leg?” He asked, looking at the bandage that covered my bullet wound.

” I was shot while defending myself.” I said. I took the red bandana off his head and tied it around the bandage.

“Now, I fit in.” I said smiling. He grabbed my hand and we headed towards the bar. Three blondes were working their daisies and their boots. Not to mention serving drinks to the thirsty crowd. We ordered Patron tequila shots. The blonde bar tender served us a tray with six shots,lemon and lime pieces sprinkled with salt.

“Are you sure you can handle your liquor?” He said laughing.

I wrapped my lips around the shotglass,tilting my head back consuming its contents. I popped the lemon in my mouth sucking softly.

” Your turn tough guy.”
He bit the lemon first and quickly drank the shot. He threw back another after that.

” So you want to challenge me?” I asked, I round up the remaining three shots and finished them off. He just stared at me amazed.

“Another round” he shouted to the bar tender. We finished off three rounds before we left the bar. He grabbed my hand and led me to ocean. The caked sand felt funny in my flipflops so I decided to take them off. He playfully swooped me up in his arms spinning me around. We chased each other like children around the beach. We flopped down into the sand breathing heavily.
“You beautiful you know that.” He said running his fingers through my damp hair. He moved in closer for a kiss. I kissed his lips, softly stroking his vanilla tan skin. He positioned his body on top of me kissing me as the waves caressed our skin. I pulled his wet t-shirt off throwing it a side. I removed my shorts. I reached in my tote for a condom.
” What are you doing?” he asks.
” I want you to make love to me right now. I have never made love on a beach. Don’t you have fantasies?” I asked playfully. Fantasies do come true.

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Short Story From The Diary of Brooke Belmont

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I’m was so tired of driving I finally pulled over and found a motel off Highway 65.I was headed South to Florida. Miami of course, it was popular and I wanted a change. I love fast cities; New York was too cold and I loved the EastCoast. Miami was the best choice, I could live with hurricanes. I walked into the old Countryside Inn to a shabby worn down front desk. I made small talk while the older gentlemen checked me in. The good old fashion way just a simple form and pen. I got the keys and headed to room 34. I walked into the room; pink and white flower wallpapers lined the walls. The traditional set up, queen bed, and nightstands on each side. I rubbed my hands across the dark forest green comforter. I flopped onto the bed. My leg was killing me. “Talking a bullet is no joke.” I said to myself popping a Tylenol 3 into my mouth. Hell I didn’t even know they still made these. “Damn, I see what it’s like to be in Cameron’s shoes. Cameron, Cameron Jones I thought you were the love of my life. Early this morning you wrapped your hands around my neck. Taking my breathe away,hurting my heart, and tainting my soul. What are you gonna do when they don’t find my body? When I don’t make the news? You are a poor excuse and you think you are soooo smart. You had my body before strangling me. You left evidence, maybe you avoided the cameras, but Cameron it doesn’t matter, because I know the secret that you are keeping. Because no one ever tells, but let me tell you something Mr.Jones I’m coming for you. You will not know the time but I promise you I will strike like a thief in the night. Maybe God will spare you, like me.” The pain pills had me dozing in and out. I closed my eyes for the night.

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The Arrival

After eight hours of driving,finally I  reached Miami. I drove around town looking for a temporary spot to lay my head. I passed by a for rent sign. A small little beachfront flat.  I saw a dirty blonde hottie landscaping out front. I walked up the cobblestone walk way.

“Hello my name is Nomi are you the owner of this property? ” I asked, extending my hand for a handshake.

“Yes.” He said, shaking my hand in return.

” I saw the for rent sign, how much?” I said

” I’m asking for one thousand a month for a year lease and twelve hundred for a month to month.” He replied

” I’m very interested when is it available for show?” I asked. He stared at me for a moment with his icy blue eyes.

” Now, if you wanna check it out?” he said, placing the last pair of colorful flowers into the ground.

He stood up and led me through the oversized white door. Once inside there were hardwood floors throughout.  The walls in the kitchen, dining, and living room area were painted a bright yellow. It was very spacious.  I loved the country styled kitchen with wood and glass cabinets.  We walked into the bedroom.  The walls were a pale baby blue with white trim. There was a sliding patio door that led outside to a privately fenced backyard. There was a beautiful garden with an outdoor shower. The wooden gate open and there it was the ocean and the sand beneath my feet. I loved the smell of ocean. I was sold.

” I’m in love and I would love to rent it.” I said smiling.

” What do I have to do? I asked.”
He folded his arms and leaned against the fence.

“I’m asking for first and last months rent and a two thousand deposit. Deposit is returned if there is no damage to the property.  I just need to verify references and income.” He said, taking a sip of his bottled water. His lips were so pink against his tan face. He was sexy, as he unknowingly flaunted his six pack through is wife beater tank top.

I had neither, but we would find out if money talks. I open my Louie leather shoulder bag and counted out six months of rent and deposit. I handed him a total of nine thousand and two hundred dollars. He gave me a puzzled look as we walked back inside.

” I’m new here, I have no family, and no friends. I do plan on getting a job. I know no one seriously and I hope you can make an exception.” I said.
He seemed hesitant. He counted the money and let out a high pitch whistle.

” I guess I can let you slide I never had anyone to give me their rent for six months.” He said rubbing his chin.

” First time for everything.” I replied smiling.

” So no boyfriend I take it?” He asked staring between my breast. I pretend I didn’t notice.

“No I’m not dating anyone.”

“Good, so how about a date around town tomorrow night?” He asked blushing.

” You like black girls?” I just had to ask.

” I don’t see race, but I know beauty and I must say you are naturally beautiful. So I can pick you up at seven?”

” Yea I should be ready.” I said

“Oh the dress code is swimwear.” He said placing the keys on the kitchen counter and walking out the door. As I was standing there I heard a loud roar. I looked out the window. He was headed down the street on a black and chrome Harley.

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The Departure

“Those were some grade a painkillers.” I thought to myself. Flexing my neck from side to side. Whoa, why am I so damn stiff?  Must be the cheap mattress. I placed both feet on the stained brown carpet and made my way to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet, looking at my legs. “Ugh I need to shave.” Running my hands down my calfs. Flexing my toes; “A pedicure too.” Except there was no time for stops. I was carrying a suitcase full of Benjamins like Tony Montana.  I was holding a loaded desert eagle as well. That equaled jail time. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and turned on the shower. I finished my business and stepped under the steamy shower head. The water felt so good massaging my stiff muscles. “My leg was still wounded that means no heels.”I thought to myself. Annoyed I got dressed I decided to pack a new pair of black skull print leggings I grabbed from Torrid. 
I paired them with a white ribbed tank and long black cross necklace. I slipped my feet into my black ballerina flats. I unwrapped my hair combing it forward over my shoulders. I applied a little mascara and lipgloss. The finally touch matching cross earrings.  I was sexy with a limp as I walked out the motel room to the office. I placed the keys in the drop box and got into my I Sport. I drove onto highway I-95 heading south I couldn’t wait to reach my destination.

Criticism Is One’s Opinion

As a new author you probably find yourself checking your reviews to your new novel or new blog post. Hoping and praying that everyone likes your book or post. Hmm….that’s impossible because everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It’s only negative if you don’t find the value in the opinion. I got my first two star rating and the reader loved my character, but felt that I did not tell enough of the story, and things were too unrealistic. The only thing that puzzled me was unrealistic. I thought that’s what fiction is all about,and that’s why you have different genres. Genres such as mystery,paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi just to name a few the list can go on and on. That’s how you know the difference between a reader and a writer. For a non-writer I would not expect them to understand what we feel. I can tell you this. As a writer it takes a lot of courage to present your idea to the world. Yes, it was fine reading it yourself, family, and friends. Now, it’s up for grabs by potential agents, and complete strangers. We write and publish hoping that we are the next Stephen King, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, and E.L James. As writers we live and are determined to reach these new heights. At least one of these authors gave you the drive and the motivation to tell your stories. Personally I love to read and I have just gotten my hands on my first sci-fi book The Bastion By: Joshua Harkin and I must say I feel like I’m actually there! I love to write and I love to read. I just love it! Happy Writing Everyone! 🙂