A Christmas Affair

I was almost sleeping when he began blowing up my phone. He called twelve times. Eleven times I hit the red button on my phone. The twelfth time I picked up and screamed at the remorseful voice on the other end. 

“Can we please talk?”

“Stop fucking calling me! I hate you! Leave me the fuck alone!”

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"Daddy Dearest"

The reason why my Ma came home that day with swollen lips and singed eyebrows is because a fight broke out in the kitchen of the group home where she works and she got caught in the crossfire. Well, that's what she told my brother Charles. She said it with a look of aggravation, and it was as if her eyes were telling him to shut up and not ask another question. Everyone always says that I am my mother's twin. I'd happily accept that compliment if I knew for sure that I wouldn't grow up to be the type of woman that she is. Don't get me wrong. I love my Ma. Love her dearly, but she comes home bruised most mornings, 

Bumblebee

Damn phone. The melodic sound of the repeating gospel ringtone was more like the plague at this point. I couldn't help but chuck it at the wall and watch small pieces of the screen fall to the ground. My brother Rick called me 20 times after I told him what happened. I plopped on the couch and grabbed the unopened bottle of Hennessy that sat next to the lumps on the floor. I chugged about half of the bottle and passed out shortly after the high kicked in.

Damn kids. I was awakened by their obnoxious laughs as they played outside in the courtyard of my apartment building.

Perseverance

By Jasmine "AJ Writer" Rivers

Perseverance

He loves her. His soul burns for the passion that he can't reach and it seems as though he's fighting an endless battle. He won't give in to the cries of self-consciousness and abuse that have consumed her. Those cries hide her beauty and weaken the love that he desperately tries to obtain. He fears that she is no longer able to accept an untainted love. She cried out and her soul faded. Her light became dim and not even the stars could give way to the darkened path he would soon tread. She now swims in