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[Short Story] In The Beginning

In the beginning is the first chapter of my book “In Fullness of Glory,” a non-fiction Christian inspirational work. I often use short stories to express ideas which can only be understood when deeply felt. Enjoy and thank you for reading.

Everyone grew silent. No one stirred. No one moved. Something great was about to happen and the anticipation was growing thick in the air. The angels watched intently as the Creator began his work. God, three in one, took center stage. And like a symphony, before it begins, preparations were made. God had a plan, a piece of music to be played. But of course, all the angels knew that when God steps out like this, it is going to be an amazing sight.

Then he spoke, “Let the show begin. I will build for myself a temple.”

“A temple, what’s a temple?” they all whispered amongst themselves.

“A place where my presence will dwell,” God proclaimed quite boldly.

All the angels looked at each other a bit confused. They thought that the current space they lived in was already God’s dwelling place. So what was this temple He spoke of? God lifted up His hands and his Spirit went forth. And this would prove to truly be an amazing adventure for the angels; because this is the first time they were ever to witness the creation of a whole new world. When they were created, the current world they lived in was already in existence. So this was quite a sight to behold.

The Spirit of the Lord rose up like a great and mighty wind, shaking everything in His path. The trees swayed back and forth. The waters of heaven synchronized. And what seemed completely discombobulating became symphonic. God’s Spirit filled the atmosphere in a different way. It was as if He hovered, just waiting for the first command. All chatter had ceased and everyone’s eyes were focused on God. They awaited the revelation of the Creator’s great plan.

The power of God began to intensify as though preparing to do something big. Finally, everyone was in his place. The wind, brass, string, and percussion instruments were all ready. The Creator had not yet given a command. Not long after, He opened His mouth, lifted both His hands and spoke, “Let there be light,” in a thunderous voice. No sooner than when the words escaped His lips, the most beautiful music arose. Everyone played together in one beautiful harmonic voice. God’s Spirit lit up the sky. It was almost as if the entire atmosphere was on fire. Yet it was not in any way harmful to the multitude of spectators.

This was the beginning of a new atmosphere where the physical realm would exist. This new atmosphere was completely different than any other the angels had ever witnessed. The complexity of physical science was formed, expressing the beauty of the Creator’s heart in a new way. And though the bodies of the angels had been enveloped in this creation process, they were certainly aware that their feet had not left heaven. These two realities where somehow overlapping.

God spoke again and His Spirit moved and the earth was formed. The entire congregation of angels gasped at the sight. Then God uttered another command, “Let there be light.” And there it was. But this light was not like the first light. This light seemed like a great smoke at first, and then it became dense and eventually formed what is now the sun. These physical things were certainly not of the same bodies as the angels, yet they declared the glory of God loudly.

The Creator created many planets in many different varieties and forms. He set them all in their orbit around their sun. There was one particular planet called Earth, God allowed His Spirit to hover over its waters. Then He meticulously formed and created the land and the sea. He created vegetation, seed-bearing plants, and trees that bore fruit. Then there was one particular area on the planet the Creator called Eden. And in Eden, he planted a beautiful garden. He allowed his Spirit to flourish that garden and when it was all complete, he inspected the work himself and made sure everything was good.

The angels know what it is like to serve the true and living God. They know what it is like to be directed by Him. They know what it was like to go where He bids them to go and come where He commands them to come. And it has always been their pleasure to execute the will of Almighty God. After all, it was for that purpose they were created.

But when God stepped down on planet earth and he formed man with his very hands. When God breathed the breath of life into man, He made man in the image of himself. The angels wondered with great amazement: what is man that you are mindful of him. What is man that you crown him with glory and honor? What is man that you give him free will? What is man that you give him your creation to have dominion? What is man that you love him?

“It is my nature to love,” God replied. Well, it all makes sense now. Humanity is the offspring of God. They are the beloved children of God. He wants a class of creatures who would love Him by their own free will. “Yes, and though the world they are living in is completely unruly, I have placed my Spirit within them and have given them my power to subdue it,” God looked around with a bright smile on his face. “Oh, how wonderful it will be when they realize their full potential within me.”

“These men and women are my children. They are my image on this earth and I have given them the fullness of my glory. When the rest of creation sees them, it will be as if they are seeing me because my glory will be upon them. And though evil ones arise from among you,” a gasp of surprise came from the entire crowd.  “Yes, many of you will betray me. Evil ones from among you will tempt many of my children away from me. They will dishonor me by corrupting my divine image in my creation. The mind of men will become clouded with sin, their spirit corrupted with darkness and they will lose sight of me their Father. As a result, many of my children will lose sight of who they are. But many of them will come looking for me. I made them to have intimate relations with me. So when they hunger, when they are sad, when they feel pain, it will be a reminder that they were made for intimacy with their Father, Lover, King, and Friend. Their true purpose can only be found in me. And when they come, I will hold them in the safety of my arms.”

The Lord turned towards the entire congregation of heaven. “I am sending my word, my eternal power that brought everything into existence. His name will be Jesus. He is my unique Son, the radiance of my glory, and the exact representation of my being. Even though my glory cannot dwell with sinful man, I will not leave man without an image of me in the earth. Jesus will be their roadmap back to me. He will be the blueprint for their lives. He will be the lighthouse for those who are lost at sea. He will show them the way to my presence and introduce the Holy Spirit to dwell within them. He will show them the fullness of my glory, the way, the truth, and the life. He is the King of Glory”


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Chp 5 Like Mother, Like Daughter – DYTYMWLM

These are the first 5 chapters of my first novel, Do You Think Your Mother Would Like? which you can read online completely FREE!

Chapter 5: Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Ma,” Sylvia looked sheepishly over to her passenger seat where she could see the gray starting to slowly litter her mother’s hair. Her mother, Sophia Ramirez, was beautiful. But it would seem with every passing year, that beauty was fading a lot quicker than she had seen in women her age. She was a tough woman, able to take the world’s burden on her shoulders. But even the strongest beasts of burden eventually get tired. Sofia was certainly tiring.

“Why did you come? I didn’t even call you,” Mom said in a tone which sounded more than a little displeased.

“Well if you didn’t want me to come then why did you get in the car?” Sylvia rebutted.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I raised you all by myself, with no help from your worthless father. So don’t you ever dare think I need your help,” Mom said.

“Ma really? Why do we have to go through this every single time I see you,” Sylvia said with anger bubbling inside.

“If my car wasn’t in the shop, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now.

“The fact is ma, your car is in the shop and because I came by, you don’t have to walk nor take the bus home. Can’t you just be grateful for that?”

“I’ll be grateful when you don’t come and pick me up in a slut mobile. You’re putting that sweet boy of yours in, in, in…” her voice stuttered with anger.

“In what ma, in with what,” Sylvia’s voice climbed.

“You’re a disgrace,” Mom finished with a final blow. Sylvia rolled eyes, dismissing her mother’s words. She knew her mother to be a bitter woman, but that did not stop her words from stinging. She placed the car in reverse and started pulling out of the parking lot of the Bank of America where Mom worked.

“Too bad I didn’t have a mom to teach me how not to be a disgrace,” Sylvia muttered under her breath, actually hoping her mother didn’t hear it. There were already too many hurtful words. Under any other circumstance, if it were anyone else, Sylvia would not have stood for it. But her mother reminded her of Joshua. Her little Josh, who at first she couldn’t have cared less about; though she wanted to. Looking back now, she felt as though she did not have the capacity to love anything or anyone back then. She felt incapable of giving love and also unable to receive it. She had made so many mistakes and Josh bore the brunt of it. He was practically an orphan. Sylvia didn’t even know who his father was. That truth held her tongue; instead she would take the lashes her Mom dished out. The truth held her still, because kicking this seething cesspool of bitterness, aka Sofia Ramirez, out of her car might actually endanger the safe haven she’d created for Josh. The reality is Sophia, mother of Sylvia Garnet, was more of a mother to Josh than she had been. She was always out doing her thing, making that money, financially supporting Josh, by fattening the pocket of this aging greedy insufferable woman. Sylvia’s knuckles went white as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. She understood that Josh and Sofia, and everyone else had full right to hate her. After all she was a no good slut, a whore, a body for hire.

“Ma, I know you hate me and that’s fine. So I’ll figure out a way to take Josh full time,” Sylvia calm resolve took over.

“I don’t hate you,” Sofia snapped back. Hate might have been too strong a word. After all, a good Catholic woman like Sofia doesn’t hate. How dare she even consider Sophia, her mother, of all women, with such harsh discontent. “I just hate the demon in you.”

“Mom, I haven’t heard the words ‘I love you’ in God knows how long,” Sylvia’s voice pleaded. First time for everything she thought to herself. This was never a subject these two were prone to discuss.

“Oh stop, what difference does it make anyways,” Mom again snapped. Her face was in a pout as she looked out the passenger side window.

“What do you mean what difference does it make? You’re my mom. You are my mother, doesn’t that mean anything?” Sylvia replied, voice cracking. The jumbled thoughts irritated her tear ducks, causing them to burn.

“What difference does it make when all you do is go and find love in some other man’s bed,” Sofia said in a softer voice. “I never intended for you to turn out this way. Even though your father left me, I had you all for myself. You were mine. You were always mine. Mine to protect and to keep safe. I prayed to God that you wouldn’t fall into the same crap I fell into when I was your age. But you just ended up in worse,” Sofia said then sighed. “He needs you Sylvia. That boy, Joshua, really needs you. Not your money and not a new toy or video or computer. He needs his mother.”

“I’ve been trying my best to provide for him,” Sylvia’s words felt inadequate. At this point, she was like a horse running on heart. No physical strength to go on, there was only pride. “He doesn’t even want me around.”

“He is your son, you’re not allowed to give up on your son,” Sofia said, the words catching in her throat. Sylvia noticed the profound revelation in Sofia’s eyes. She had given up on Sylvia. The night she got the call from the Miami-Dade Police Department was probably one of the worst nights in Sofia’s life. The MDPD had called and asked if she knew this 5 feet 2 inches female with black hair. Sofia knew her daughter to be the rebellious thrill seeker, much like she had been, so she expected this call. Sofia never imagined that Sylvia would have ended up in the hospital. At the time Sofia worked nights at Walmart so she would be able to drop Sylvia to school and pick her up. But Sylvia had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and was now failing high school. Sofia was so angry. Sofia worked so many hours to provide, thinking that Sylvia would be a good girl and do what she’s supposed to. The call from the MDPD sent Sofia rushing to the hospital. Her heart was in her mouth as she saw her 15 year old girl, hooked up to tubes. The doctors told her that Sylvia’s heart had stopped and they had to use a defibrillator multiple times to get it going again. Sofia thought that maybe this would be the wake up call Sylvia needed. She thought this would get Sylvia on the straight and narrow. She had hoped and thought for certain that this was a sign from God for her daughter to be the good girl she was meant to be, but to her surprise, Sylvia was pregnant. Sylvia, the immature, lack luster, fun seeking, back talking, angry, and rebellious child of hers is bringing another human being into the world. Another mouth to feed, Sofia had thought. Here comes another person to take care of. To make matters worse, Sylvia started hanging with the same crowd that got her into this mess to begin with and Sofia was left to pick up the pieces. But she was tired of picking up the pieces. She was tired of always being the old lady everyone took for granted. Tired of shouldering the burdens. And now she had allowed her spoiled rotten daughter to run over her and take advantage of her love. If she wanted to go wreck her life, Sofia would stand aside and let her. Sofia had given up and she knew that she was in no position to say otherwise. “He needs you, be there for him,” Sofia said and again turned her head towards the window feeling the conviction of her own choices.

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Whats Going On! – Sept 25, 2017

What’s going on you ask?

I have a few new projects I am currently working on.

  • I am currently working on a short story for a competition.

    • The top contestants will receive the opportunity to publish their stories in a short story anthology. Once the competition has ended and the decision has been made, I might release my entry on anovelescape.com, read fiction online section and it will also be available as an ebook on Amazon and complimentary to my email subscribers.
  • In other news, I am also starting a new web novella

    • which I plan to release for your reading enjoyment, again, on anovelescape.com, in the read fiction online section. I haven’t yet decided on a title for this work. Therefore, at the end of the series, I plan to get it professionally edited and released as an ebook. I will have various competitions and votes taken for titles, book covers, and other decisions I might not be inclined to make on my own (or just being too lazy). To sweeten the deal, I plan to give away Amazon & iTunes gift cards for simply giving your opinion.

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Chp 4 The Plan – Do You Think Your Mother Would Like Me?

These are the first 5 chapters of my first novel, Do You Think Your Mother Would Like? which you can read online completely FREE!

Chapter 4: The Plan

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please,” the voice over the speaker was recognized by everyone, causing all the heads in the room to rise almost simultaneously. There were a few whispers behind where Marcus was seated. It was certainly a beautiful day. A day everyone was hoping would not be devastated by heartbreak and crying.

“What is he doing here?” one voice said, attempting not to bring too much attention to the fact that he was talking while the CEO, Bobby Royal was standing right there at the front of the room with a mic in his hand and a fake smile on his face. The 30 something year old was the fairly new CEO after his father was far too old to continue running Royal Financial.

“I don’t know,” another voice replied. “I hope no one else is getting axed.” The anxiety level rose ten fold in only a matter of seconds. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Eyes widened as they saw him. Some started to sit up straight others shifted in their seats attempting to make it seem as though they were doing something important. It would seem that many of them stopped breathing for a few moments before catching their breath again. It was only a few weeks ago that the branch manager Mike Rolando got sacked. Nerves were to be expected, especially when Bobby was around sport that ridiculously expensive suit. He did not seem like the cocky type, but he sure did like to dress well. He was definitely type A though. Totally anal which made him ruthless. The board of trustees and investors all agreed that he was fit to run the company. But no one hardly saw him, unless it was a big event like firing the branch manager. What Mike did, placed the entire company under heavy scrutiny by the government. The IRS started doing investigations and it did not take long before Mike was found funneling money into off shore accounts in addition to messing with interest rates.

“I’ve never seen him this many times in a month, hell in a year. What the heck is going on,” a third voice whispered.

“Yeah what now?” the first voice questioned. “Was there someone else involved in the scandal.”

“No need to be alarmed,” he said with a smile and a drawl in his voice which left an uneasy feeling in everyone’s gut. “I am simply here to announce some amazing news,” emphasis on news. “One of your very own has shown exemplary performance during his time here at Royal Financial and has been selected as new branch manager. So everyone please raise your glasses for Marcus Warren, our new branch manager.” Marcus was already sitting at the front of the room. The anxiety in the room changed instantly to confusion. Marcus was one of the newest members to the team. Apart from Becky, Brandon, and Justin, who had left the company and returned, Marcus was only hired about eight months ago. How could he possibly be the new branch manager. There were murmurs swirling around in the room. “I know, I know, you guys are so excited to finally have a new branch manager, in only what, two weeks? And I want to personally thank you for your patience in this selection process. But we believe that Marcus has what it takes to run the Atlanta office of Royal financial. Well Marcus, is there anything you would like to say?” Bobby literally shoved the mic in his hand and took one step away.

“Well, ahh, thank you so much Mr. Royal for this amazing opportunity,” he turned to Bobby gave him a slight nod then turned his attention back to the rest of the room. “It is indeed an honor to be branch manager here at Royal financial. I promise you that I will do my absolute best not to let anyone here down. I know that I’ve been here only a mere eight or nine months, but I believe this and my previous experience at other financial institutions have prepared me for this position.” His voice started to rise, as he felt his wind coming. “And…”

“Well thank you Marcus for that arousing speech,” Bobby stepped forward again and took the mic from this hand before he could even start the next sentence. “Everyone please put your hands together for your new branch manager Marcus Warren,” there were more murmurs throughout the room mixed with a few people clapping. “Marcus will begin his new position in the coming month, as he will be going through training with us in New York to become more familiarized with his position.” Bobby dropped to the microphone from his mouth and whispered, “and you better not screw this up.” He placed the microphone to his mouth one more time, “thank you everyone, have a great rest of your day.” And with that Bobby put the microphone back in its stand and walked out the room leaving him standing there looking into the wide eyes of his other coworkers.

“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way,” he awkwardly said while attempting to put a smile on his face. And with that he walked over to his desk sat down and continued working. The sheer shock and surprise of what just transpired left the room quiet for a few minutes. But the murmurs would not stop. What sounded like curiosity and surprise was becoming jealous anger.

“Who do you think he slept with to get that position?” Some of them weren’t even trying to hide the the fact that they were talking badly behind his back. Hell he was still in the room, “this is pure bull. Who are they kidding.” A female voice spoke, “this is so not fair to any of us.”

It was not long before he got frustrated, picked up his things and left the office. As soon as he was outside the building, he picked up his phone and called his best friend. The other voice on the line answered, “did it work?”

“I suppose it did,” his smile shining through the phone. “I don’t think the other people in the office are too happy with me, but don’t hate the player in the game.”

“Yo, we have to celebrate. Tonight Uncle Louie’s, we are going to drink our brains out,” his friend insisted.

“Simon, you are one crazy piece of you know what. How did you know something like that would work,” Marcus replied.

“Trust me, all those big shots have something to hide and we’re just here to reap the benefits. Alright I’ll see you tonight, I got some fine honeys at the crib who need some attention if you know what I mean,” the phone went dead before Marcus could even say goodbye. He was right, Bobby did have something to hide. During the time he’d visited the Atlanta office, he’d consistently been having sex with the office manager. Marcus walked in on the two in the mail room one afternoon. Simon had advised Marcus to follow Bobby closely. Marcus finally found out where he had disappeared to and caught the whole thing on his iPhone’s camera. Now it wouldn’t have been so bad if he were single. But too bad for Bobby, because he is married with kids and is worth some 25 million dollars. And that was before his promotion to CEO some 9 months ago. So it was either give Marcus a promotion to Branch Manager or face a messy divorce. Thankfully, a messy divorce was not in Bobby’s best interest. Their plan had worked and Marcus was on his way to a new tax bracket. It was time to celebrate.

Marcus wasted no time in calling his parents and letting them in on the amazing news. How he secured the position was not that important to their conversation, but he was excited to update them on the latest development in his world. His parents, especially his mother, were happy to hear that he’d got a promotion and he was slowly moving up. He was probably more happy to tell them than they were happy to hear it. They had hinted at him taking over the family business if this finance thing didn’t work out, but producing and selling wine was far from what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

“But baby you’re a free spirit, you shouldn’t be couped up in a lousy office,” Martha, Marcus’ mother said in her best attempt at dissuading him. They were the proud owners of Warren Vineyards, the producers of award-winning dry, semi sweet, and sparkling wines. The vineyard was the love child of his parents. And they sincerely wanted the business to stay in the family, something that Marcus had considered. But the whole idea of simply taking over from his parents did not appeal to him. He wanted to test himself. He wanted to see if he could really go out on his own and make something of himself. He supposed some of his thirst for adventure was a result of his sister.

She was determined to go her own route, never looking back. She was the wild child who was there when the Warrens were attempting to first get the vineyard going. Of course, like any other business / love children, they require time and attention. All the time spent with the business was time away from an attention hungry little girl. Emilia resented the vineyard for that reason. For her, it was the thing which stole her parents and consequently her childhood. Emilia was quite adamant about leaving the vineyard to never return. Mom and dad probably felt guilty and agreed to allow her to go to any school she wanted, which they had no problems paying for. Emilia moved to the city and attended UCLA and studied to become a veterinarian.

Uncle Louie’s was one of those bars that had been around for over 20 years. It was a staple in the community and in that city. About seven years ago the owner died and his son took over. And from that moment the bar took on new life. It went from being your neighborhood hole in the wall fantastic place to hang out to this upscale venue for all the bigwigs in town. Not really the type of place you want to be if you’re trying to lay low for a while, but if you are trying to meet the right people, it was the perfect place.

Simon was already at Uncle Louie’s when Marcus arrived. Simon probably saw him step out of the cab, because he met him at the door with two bottles of Corona Light in tow, “here you go Buddy. We’re on our way up,” Simon said with a huge smile on his face and swinging one of his huge musclebound arms around his neck. Marcus took the drink and they clinked their bottles together.


“Come on, I have two friends I’d like you to meet.” There were two tall blond girls standing at the bar staring in their direction. They were both in super high heels, short black dresses and they both had cocktails in their hands, “you know I like em in pairs.” Simon nudged him in the side with his free hand.

It was only 7PM and the bar was bustling with local patrons. Young business men and women on their way from work stopped by to unwind from their busy day. The bar had the feel of a old Irish pub, modernized to fit the busy metropolitan. Lots of wood and bronze colored metals. Wine glasses hung from the ceiling behind the bartender, flanked by floor to ceiling bottles of wine. All of which are back lit for effect. Marcus took in the scene and his attention drew to the television as breaking news flew around the screen in catchy bold letters. “The police are working on a missing person’s case tonight. 25 year old Nicole Sinclare was last seen after leaving work at the Pink Pony Gentleman’s Club on Monday. Mangers of the club said ‘she was suppose to show up to work on Tuesday’ but went missing. Sinclare’s black mustang was parked in the back corner of the parking lot outside the club. The cameras show a man approaching her, he gets in the car, and they drive out of view. Concerned friends and family have not heard from Sinclare in over 36 hours. If you, our viewers, have information concerning this missing persons case, please call the Atlanta crime stoppers at: 770-555-0055.” Marcus shook his head in sad disbelief. The missing girl was beautiful; she had long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and thin pink lips. Wouldn’t be surprised if her stage name was Barbie because she could sure pass as one, Marcus thought.

“All right big Baller, I see how you roll,” Marcus said enthusiastically as his attention returned to Simon and the ladies he entertained. He was so giddy from the excitement he could barely contain himself. Both men started to walk over to the ladies, but Simon dropped his head as though to whisper something in Marcus’s ear.

“You know what bro, I’ve been thinking of a little getaway vacation celebration. I got this new investment property down on Miami Beach and I don’t have a renter for it yet. I’m thinking we should go take a little trip to Miami and have ourselves a good old time. Now what do you say to that,” he spoke with an air of confidence which bordered on arrogance. Any spectators, seated at any location in the bar could clearly tell that Simon was a little more into himself than the normal man should be. He made such big to-do about the simplest things. He was the type who would laugh for days about crazy talking bird videos on YouTube. Based on personality alone, no one would take him serious. But Simon did have a knack for real estate and a truly special gift for negotiations. One can easily say that Beethoven was born to play the piano and write music. In the same way, Simon was born to sell and buy real estate. He always seemed to know a good property when he sees one. Something natural that could not have been taught. Some say he got lucky choosing the right properties during the market crash some years back. Of course, he attributes it to a gut feeling. Or it could be that he just hid his true knowledge and outsmarted them all.

“Man, you are crazy. Of course I’m down,” Marcus laughed, ecstatic at the idea. Marcus paused for a second, “Next week Bobby is trying to get me to New York to do this ridiculous company training, so I can only stay for the weekend.”

“Don’t sweat it, we can leave tomorrow and party all weekend,” Simon said again with an assured confidence in his voice.

“Alright let’s do it,” Marcus replied with little hesitation. Marcus always wondered how Simon is able to just pick up and go. When did he find time to work when he was always playing. Marcus could almost hear his friend say the words, life is easy when play is your work and work is your play, in that smug voice he uses when attempting to sound intellectual. Simon and Marcus grew up together in Sonoma Valley, California. Their parents knew each other and were very close. And despite their varied personalities, Marcus the more quiet computer nerd and Simon the adventurer, they got along quite fine. Simon was an only child and Marcus, though he had a sister, was the only boy; it was safe to say they were like brothers and they felt as such. They helped each other in tough times, they fought each other, they got in trouble together, everything a good brother could be Simon was it. Marcus trusted the word of his brother over any other girl and only dated the ones who had Simon’s blessings. They did not attend the same University. Simon went to UCLA and Marcus at Georgia Tech University, but Simon moved to Atlanta after graduation. He’d visited Marcus and liked the city. Now Marcus was about to step into his new role as Branch Manager at an investment firm, while Simon was a Real Estate Broker and Investor at Keller Williams Realty.

The next morning Marcus felt rays of sun shine beaming through the window of their high rise apartment. Marcus awoke to a headache and a foot jabbing him in the side. He looked over to his right and saw the source of his discomfort who just happened to be the joy of his night. Was that Becky or Julie, who knows. His surroundings seemed familiar but not quite his, this was Simon’s apartment. Nice, he really knows how to live, the thoughts ran through his mind. I’ll be in Miami today. The sun, beaches, and beautiful ladies was a welcomed change before being dragged to New York for company training. And last night, what happened last night? He looked over to his left where there was a glass table with some white powder. Wild parties were a norm with Simon, a little blow was to be expected. The woman whose foot was firmly planted in his side began to stir. He tried to move quickly but the after-effects of last night’s late night was like a ball and chain on his arms and legs. His movements stirred another feeling in the lower part of his stomach and nature could not be denied. So he rolled out of bed, made his way to his feet and as quickly as he could headed for the restroom.

“Is that you Marcus,” Simon’s voice echoed from the living room. It was now apparent that he was in the kitchen doing something. He was not known for his cooking, so breakfast was out of the question.

“Yeah,” Marcus tiredly replied. His voice sounded like a creaky old door.

“Bro, come to the kitchen to get some coffee, we got to get going,” Simon spoke as though absolutely nothing happened last night. This was sort of a normal routine for him, the way he started and ended every single day. Moments later he walked into the room and pulled the sheets off the naked woman laying there and firmly said, “wake up! Get your stuff and go. Come on, wake up. Get your stuff and leave now.” Marcus quite stunned by the remarks peeked out from the bathroom into the face of the girl now sitting up. She was cute, more cute than he remembered. She looks young, more young than he remembered. He wondered, 21 years old maybe. Whatever the age was, she was far too young to be living this type of lifestyle. But nowadays what is too young. The girl hazily tried to gather her things. Marcus saw a few articles of clothing littered throughout the room and proceeded to help her get it together.

“Can I get you a glass of water,” he asked.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” the girl replied.

“All right stay here I’ll be right back,” Marcus stepped out of the room and went to the kitchen. The other girl that was with them last night was already at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee. Marcus grabbed two mugs, filled them with coffee and a bottle water from the refrigerator door. Simon was never out of bottled water. He quickly returned to the room with water and coffee. “I wasn’t sure which one would be better. How are you feeling?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll just go,” she said with a sad made up smile.

“Please let me walk you downstairs and get you a cab,” Marcus pleaded. Once she was finally dressed they went out the room together and about 10 minutes later he returned alone. By the time he was back in the room the other woman had already left, he probably missed her on the elevator.

“Alright bro, we’ve got a flight leaving out of ATL 2 PM. You better get home and get ready for this. This is going to be on another level,” Simon said as soon as he walked through the door.

“Let’s do it!”


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Chp 3 Black Rubber Ball – Do You Think Your Mother Would Like Me?

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Chapter 3: Black Rubber Ball

The lunchroom was noisy, loud, and bustling. There were kids everywhere picking up trays getting their food, sitting down, having loud conversations, laughing, and jeering. All this social interaction was far too tiring for him. Joshua found a seat in the corner of the lunchroom to sit by himself. This was one of those days that he did not want to be bothered. Of course, not wanting to be bothered was like most days. The events from this morning with his mom picking him up and with Ms. Anders giving him a talk and with Brian being a jerk had already worn him out for the day. The troubles of mere mortals, he sometimes felt were far beneath him and he had no time to deal with these insignificant things. “Mexican pizza, I guess it’s Thursday,” he said to himself.

“Are you talking to yourself,” Rena stood there in front of the table where Joshua was seated. His eyes slowly crept up to meet hers. The freckles on her cheek gave her this unique type of beauty. She had light brunette hair, which today was in a bun. She wore a green t-shirt with what seemed like a few pixels on it. Gamer girl possibly? No, undercover gamer girl. No matter, she looked good in her fitted jeans and high top sneakers. He hadn’t realized how cute she was. She was a sophomore and he a junior so they had not shared many classes, but he had seen her around.

“Sometimes I need someone intelligent to talk to,” he said with a somewhat serious look on his face.

“Well I have come to your rescue,” she said without a hitch.

“Well please, have a seat kind lady. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company,” again sounding as proper as he possibly could, not sure why, he wasn’t talking to Ms. Anders. This was maybe a trend he did with girls he was attracted to or maybe he was just intimidated.

A smile adorned her face, “I was just in the neighborhood and I figured I’d stop by.” That smile made Joshua nervous. It was that smile that broke his defensive wall. There might be room for at least one more social interaction before implosion. “I am having a party on Saturday night and I wanted to extend a personal invitation. Can you make it?” Joshua stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word. “Really, is our basketball star so busy he can’t come out on a Saturday night. It’s my birthday you have to come. I’m having a DJ and lots of food. You know what maybe this was a mistake, forget it Mr Bradley,” her monologue was so quick that Joshua barely had time to come up with proper responses. He wanted to flirt, but the words just wouldn’t come.

“No, wait,” he said with alarm. He could hear her breathe in. “Please don’t go, I mean I want to go, but I don’t know if my mom would allow it.” Rena’s attention turned back to him as she slowly released the breath she had been holding. It was a suitable lie to stop the downward spiral of this conversation.

“Well if you don’t come on Saturday, you will have to make it up to me,” she said quite sternly attempting to regain her composure. You could tell she was a little embarrassed but it was too late for that now. “And don’t forget to bring a gift,” she smiled, pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and quickly placed it on his lunch tray. “Here is your official invitation, it has my address and phone number on it. Let’s just say it is the only one of its kind. So don’t lose it,” and with that she walked away.

“That was a bit awkward,” Josh said to himself but he was still happy for it.

As luck would have it, Brian and Chad came prancing through the doors just in time to see her heading away from Joshua’s table. They looked at each other with stupid grins on their faces and hurried over to Joshua. They threw themselves down in the chairs facing him and began the interrogation process, “Bro, what just happened? I want to know everything,” Brian emphasized.

“Dude everything,” Chad backed him up.

“It was nothing really,” Joshua said rather unimpressed.

“Are you kidding me,” Brian replied.

“He’s lying. Look at that face, he is lying,” Chad said.

“Bro, I can’t believe you would actually hold out on us. I thought we were friends. I thought we were best buds. After this I just don’t know,” Brian said in his regular sarcastic tone.

“We were never friends,” Josh replied.

“Ouch,” Brian said loudly.

“Come on bro, what’s the big secret,” Chad again reinforced.

“Since you have to know, she invited me to the party on Saturday and that’s it,” Joshua said it with a sigh in his voice as though it was no big deal.

Chad’s eyes wandered down to the lunch tray and saw the piece of paper. “Oh hello, what’s this,” with the sound of interest in his voice.

Joshua remembered the piece of paper quickly grabbed it and pulled it from their sight, then slowly pushed it into his pocket. “It’s nothing and if you would please excuse me I would like to finish my Mexican pizza,” he said with an attitude.

Brian looked him in the face, “you’re such a jerk.”

“Look who’s talking,” Joshua said. “I’m sure you received the same invitation.”

“Anyways, are you still coming over after practice?” Chad questioned. All three of them played for their school’s basketball team, of which Brian was their star player and captain. Joshua and Chad knew never to utter his average points per game, lest a single number tip the scale and cause his already bulbous head to explode. “I just picked up Call of Duty Black Ops yesterday, and that freaking game is amazing. You have to check it out. It even came with a special edition controller. Of course I had to spend a little extra on that but it is totally worth it. So what will it be man are you coming over or what.”

“I’ll sure be there,” Brian throwing in his two cents.

“At this point, anything I can do to keep me out that house,” Joshua replied. “Will your folks be home?”

“My dad is out of town and my mom will be working late, so no worries. We have the house all to ourselves,” Chad said with a devious smile.

“Well then it is settled, gentlemen we will reconvene after school at Chad’s place,” Brian announced. “And may the games be ever in your favor.” He always had some Hunger Games quote to finish off his conversations. The two looked at him with disbelief.

“You’re such a nerd,” Chad said and Joshua nodded.

They pulled up to Chad’s house in the drop-top Ford Mustang. Chad’s brother, who was a freshman at the University of Miami, had just received this hot new ride as a graduation present. Chad was only a sophomore though so he still had a few more years before his parents would agree for him to have a car. Their home was beautiful. It had a large circular driveway with a small fountain in the middle. The driveway was nicely paved in terra-cotta stone. Once they got out the car there was a single walkway leading up to the door. The doors were by far one of the most beautiful things Joshua had ever seen. Who would’ve thought anyone would actually spend money, real money on a set of double doors. They were tall probably 9 feet, with semi-opaque glass. This was not the first time Joshua and Brian had been to Chad’s house, but it amazed them every single time. The house was right on the inter-coastal and had a curb appeal among the best in that section of Coral Gables. Though the home was amazing it seemed like Chad’s parents were never home to enjoy it. It was always Chad and his brother Mike. Once you walk through the grand doors you could see all the way through to the inter-coastal. Or at least to the less-than-modest boat that was docked out back. Chad’s dad was a boating fanatic. One of the reasons he bought this house to begin with. From the foyer were stairways on either side leading to the second floor. Chad’s brother went off to the left, while Chad led the boys to the right stairwell. There was a game room on the second floor, which had a loft style feel to it.  There was a large brown leather sofa facing what must have been a 70’ inch flat screen television.

“Holy…you’ve got to be kidding me,” Brian said, eyes bright and mouth open.

“Guys you have to check this out,” Chad said while picking up the remote and flipping on the TV. “My dad just got Playboy channel.”

“Are you kidding, my mom would never allow my dad to get something like that,” Brian said with excitement in his voice.

“Guys, really I’m not up for watching smut on TV,” Joshua said with a tired sigh.

“Are you kidding, I want to see,” Brian said while turning his attention to the television.

Josh shook his head as naked figures started to emerge onto the television. “I can’t believe this.”

“You’re acting like such a fag right now,” Brian said in a mocking voice.

“Hey, you’ve got to check this out,” Chad motioned towards a computer sitting to the left of the leathers chairs.

“Where’s your kitchen, I want something to eat?” Joshua questioned, wanting to escape what he knew was about to come.

“Dude, you’re acting so gay right now. The kitchen is downstairs, come join the real men when you’re done,” Chad said. Joshua paused and turned his attention to the TV, wanting to prove that he was no fag nor was he some squeamish kid who didn’t know what sex looked like. Check this out, Chad led the boys to his bedroom and awoke his computer for its slumber. “There are some crazy stuff online, check this out. I usually just do a Google search,” Chad continued with his demonstration. “Sexy, girls, whip,” he said, speaking and pausing as he typed the words into the search engine. “Then I go as far down into the search as I can. And sometimes I’ll come up with some crazy stuff. I’m sure half these things are illegal.” Chad continued, skipping all the way to page 46 in the Google search engine. He pulled up a site with naked women in all sorts of insufferable positions. They were being tortured and whipped.

“Wow,” Brian said, ecstatic at their find. “How did you know where to look for all this stuff?” Brian spoke like a child amazed at a brand new discovery.

“Ahh,” Chad struggled to explain the origin of his knowledge. “Well,” he paused again. “I caught my dad looking up this stuff. And it’s pretty easy to track if you’re not careful. I mean, all I had to do was check the history and cookies and that was it.” It was obvious that he was embarrassed at the prospect that his father enjoyed porn. After all, Chad’s parents had been married for some time now. It ludicrous to Joshua that someone with a beautiful woman at his side would subject himself to the frustration of another woman on a screen. Why, when you have the real thing next to you and sleeping in your bed, Joshua thought.

“Yeah, my dad’s got a whole box full of crap under his bed. He’s very proud of his collection. He has them all neatly stacked away. There’s stuff in their from the 80’s. Girl’s back then clearly didn’t believe in shaving. I saw some bush as big as the amazon.” The boys laughed as Brian attempted to act out what the Amazonian rain forest would look like growing from his crotch.

Chad went from site to site, not bothering to pause, but he skimmed and stopped only at images which he said looked interesting and what Joshua thought to be gruesome.

Joshua leaned away from the screen feeling disgusted, but just then caught something. “Guys,” Joshua said in a disbelieving tone. Chad was slowly scrolling through another site and Joshua thought he saw a familiar face.

“What, you’re going to run away now fag,” Brian said but both boys laughed.

“Wait, scroll back up,” Joshua said in alarm.

“What?” Brian said.

“What is it?” Chad questioned. Both boys looked at Joshua before looking back at the screen.

“Holy…,” Brian was speechless.

“Is that your mom?” Chad questioned. “Well let’s find out.” Chad was about to click on the thumbnail leading to the video, but Joshua reached over his shoulder and pressed Alt+F4 on the keyboard closing the entire window. “Hey, what are you doing. Don’t you want to find out.”

“No I don’t,” Joshua said firmly.

“Well, hell I do,” Brian said. “Pull it up again.”

Joshua pushed Brian to one side by the shoulder. Brian looked surprised. Joshua had always been the calm level headed one of the group. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Joshua’s anger rose hot. His eyes were wild and mad, something no one had ever witnessed in him before. He turned shook his head, attempting to subdue the true nature of his feelings and he made his way down the stairs. “That’s pure bull shit. Why the hell would you want to see that again,” he said. His anger was like a caged animal, clawing at the bars, wanting to get out. The shock of what he had just seen and the possibility of it swelled within him. He knew what his mother did for a living. He knew how she had come by that shiny new Mercedes and the vast amounts of cash she carried around in her purse, but did she go this far? Had she gone this deep; kinky sex on a low grade porn website? He did not want to believe, but Sylvia’s track record did not leave much hope.

“Alright, alright fine we won’t look,” Brian said, his voice shaky from being pushed so suddenly.

“Alright, come back, I swear we won’t look” Chad continued. Joshua made his way into the kitchen opened the fridge and found a soda. Joshua slammed the door to the refrigerator. His mind began to race, random thoughts rushing in and out of his head. It all seemed like a terrible coincidence. His mother kneeling naked on a bare concrete floor. Her hands and feet bound with a black rubber ball in her mouth. “I can’t believe this,” Joshua said and slammed the soda down on the counter, denting the can. Brian and Chad walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, look bro, it’s screwed up, don’t even sweat it,” Brian said. “No one has to know, alright.”

“Yeah, this stays between us,” Chad confirmed.


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Chp 2 Teacher’s Note – Do You Think Your Mother Would Like Me?

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Chapter 2: Teacher’s Note

FREE ebookHe walked through the door and waited until it was shut before looking back. He peered through a shatterproof window, the wires that ran through them, obscured his vision. He could still see the black Mercedes-Benz parked to the side. Sylvia was still sitting inside and for a full 30 seconds she did not move. Her head was against the steering wheel. He could not help but be a bit worried for her. And though he did not want to be near her, he pitied her tortured existence. Finally he saw her reach for her bag and pull out what looked like her cell phone. She placed it to her ear and with her other arm turned the steering wheel and drove off. Joshua let out a big sigh, turned and headed off towards his first period class. On the way, he stopped by his locker, quickly put in his combination, flung the door open and shoved his school bag inside. He pulled out his English book, closed the locker door and sped off to class. The entrance to the class was towards the back of the room. If he was quiet enough, he could easily sneak in without the Ms. Anders noticing. His assigned seat was towards the back but all the way at the other end of the classroom. He peeked into the window and saw that the teacher’s back was turned. So he slowly open the door and tried his best the tippy toe across the hard concrete floor. Just as he was halfway across the classroom, Brian noticed him, raised his hand and said, “Ms. Anders, I have a question.” Joshua’s eyes brightened almost popping out of his head. He should not have be surprised that Brian would do something so brazen to give him away. Joshua’s surprise quickly turned to anger. He turned his face towards Brian and shot a fierce look. Ms. Anders, without turning her head said, “yes Brian what is it.”

“Ahhh… actually never mind Ms. Anders, I believe I found the answer to my problem,” he said sarcastically. By that time Joshua had found his seat.

“So good of you to join us Mr. Bradley,” she said again without turning her head. “I’m so glad you made it into class today, albeit a little late. But you know what they say, better late than never.”

“I am very sorry Ms. Anders, my mom,” he barely stumbled out the words before Ms. Anders cut him off.

“No worries Mr. Bradley, we will certainly speak about this incident and your mom after class,” she said, without a trace of sarcasm. The comment made the class go “Oohhh.”

Joshua again looked over to Brian who was staring straight ahead with a stupid grin on his face. “What a jerk,” Joshua said under his breath.

The bell rang and he stayed seated as the other kids stood up and walked out of the classroom. Once they were all gone, he stepped towards Ms. Anders’ desk. She was obviously very young. The rumor was she was about 23 years old and had recently broken up with her boyfriend. With thick flowing brown hair and cheek bones that made her look like a Victoria Secret model had lost her way and somehow ended up at this school; and those legs. It is probably not lawful for a teacher to be this hot. The boys in the class could not stop staring every time she wore a skirt. “Miss Anders, that was a great lesson today by the way. I thought the one last week Wednesday was truly enlightening but today’s lesson beats them all,” Joshua said without a blink and in his most cheery voice. Miss Anders now moving back in her chair folded her arms and looked at him with an unimpressed smirk. Not a word nor sound came from her, but only a singular penetrating look. “And about this morning, I assure you that this small mishap will never happen again. I mean, I was only about 5 minutes late.”

“As a matter of fact, you were 10 minutes late for the third time this month. Another tardy and it will have an unexcused absence.,” Ms. Anders said in as stern a voice as a Victoria Secret model could manage. “I would like to meet your parents Mr Bradley,” she said again. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a letter. “Please give this letter to your parents and we will have to setup a meeting for all of us to sit down and talk. Plus, I didn’t get a chance to meet them at the parent teachers conference.”

“That sounds really good Ms. Anders, but really, a note?” Joshua said in a tone which suggested that she had gone way too far.

“What? I have to make it look realistic,” Ms. Anders said, she got up from her chair and moved closer to Josh. The classroom was finally empty and they were alone. “I wouldn’t want anyone thinking that I’m giving you preferential treatment, now do it?” Ms Anders said in a sarcastically implied tone. She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him towards a supply closet. Her heels made her only a few inches short of Joshua’s six feet two inches basketball frame. “I missed you,” she said softly and kissed him. Joshua’s hands studied her slender body, traveling down the low of her back. His arms where trained and strong. He knew what she would like. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted. The two figures, still attached by the lips, and her head bowed to meet his. But there came a sound, setting off alarms in their minds. He lowered her back to the ground. “Call me,” she said softly. Joshua was left speechless like many other times before. She liked the rush. The feeling of almost being caught, but he didn’t.

“I would be more than happy to pass this note along to my mother. But see the thing is my mother can be a very busy woman,” Joshua said, speaking loudly and attempting to sound as mature and educated as he could. He peeked through cracks in the closet door, but the other students where still standing outside.

“Then what about your father,” she replied. “Your girlfriend will be one lucky girl,” she added in a whisper. Whenever she said that, it always left him confused. One thing was for certain, she did not consider herself his girlfriend.

“Well, I would have to send out a search party to locate that dead beat,” he said so matter of fact that Ms Anders could not help but smile in amusement. “What are you talking about!” Joshua replied in like whisper.

“Well, try your best Mr. Bradley. Please see what you can do in getting your mom to meet with me,” Ms Anders said before sitting back in her chair.

“I’ll try Ms. Anders,” he reluctantly agreed. With that he smiled, picked up his English book and walked towards the exit of the classroom. As he reached the door, he slowed his pace and looked back to find her brown eyes meeting his. He quickly looked ahead as though he was caught doing something he should not have done and stepped out the class.

“I’ll try Ms. Anders,” Brian standing outside the door said in a condescending voice. “I am very sorry Ms. Anders,” he continued mocking him. “I love you Ms. Anders, I want to have your babies Ms. Anders.”

“Dude, you’re such a jerk. Really…why do you have to be such a jerk?” Joshua said briefly looking at Brian before walking away.

“Oh please, you know you want to have her babies. She is by far the hottest teacher in this entire school, and she asked you to stay after class.” The thought had entered Joshua’s mind many times throughout the class period, but it would be quickly dismissed, because what is the possibility anyways? That look, the time their eyes met. No, that was probably nothing.

“Yeah, all because you wanted to be a jerk and raise your hand just to get me in trouble. Now I have a note from the teacher to my mom.” Brian took a few quick steps attempting to catch up to Josh’s pace.

“Your mom is pretty hot too, what I wouldn’t give to have your mom and Ms Anders,” Brian replied, licking his lips.

“Seriously, you’re sick. You need some serious help,” Joshua said shaking his head attempting to rid himself of the thought.s

“Hey, I was just helping a brother out,” Brian said raising an eyebrow and throwing one arm around Josh’s shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s what you said about Denise,” Josh replied in a tone of disbelief.

“Well I can’t help that she liked me better. I mean I am the cute one. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard,” he said with a self assured look on his face. Brian was cocky but it was not just talk. He did catch the eye of many of the girls in their class. He had the reputation of a big time flirt and he was equally disliked because of that. Irrespective, his short blond hair and blue eyes would always make some other girl lose her speech mid-sentence.

“Please, someone send for the bomb squad, Bryan’s head is about to explode,” Joshua said while rolling his eyes. “You’re full it.”

It did not help that as soon as they got to the lockers Britney and Ren were staring at him. “I’ll be right back, my adoring fans await,” he nudged Joshua with his elbow before stepping over to the two girls.

Joshua opened his locker and exchanged his English book for math. He opened his school bag and pulled out a calculator, some pencils, and his notebook before closing the locker again. As soon as the door to the locker closed, there was Brian’s blue eyes staring right at him. “Rena wants you bad, and I mean really bad,” Brian said with a bright look on his face. “Bro this is your time to shine.” Joshua turned the combination lock on his locker and walked away without a word. “Bro really?” Brian stood there with his palms open and arms out. “Oh come on, you can’t seriously be going to class at a time like this.”

“See you later Brian, I’m going to be late,” Joshua said as he walked towards his next class.


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