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Street Diaries A Cold Night Shared.
I was with Sharon that night. Peace, calmness, everything was perfect. She offered me tea and for the first time in a very long time I accepted a drink that didn't have alcohol in it. I drank the tea and smiled even though it tasted like horse piss in my mouth. "You don't like it, do you?" she asked as she stared at me, giggling childishly from ear to ear. I shook my head in agreement that I didn't like the tea. Then she stood up and disappeared into one of the rooms, she returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hand. "I hope you don't hate this though," she whispered as she passed me one of the glasses and proceeded to fill it with the wine. I never really liked wine either but it tasted better than tea. We chatted throughout the cold night, well...she chatted and I signed. But it never could make it less interesting, her presence enough filled me with happiness, a feeling that was so strange to me. We drank the first bottle of wine and then she brought the second. By
Street Diaries Showdown at Bobby's Diner
I quickly signed to Sharon to alert Bobby of the imminent danger and tell him to make himself and others scarce, the sudden movement of people in the diner made it known to them that I had discovered their approach, although they were not hiding it anyway. I scurried to the door and tried bolstering it with some furniture, they immediately opened fire, shooting sporadically into the building, I grabbed my pistol and shot out through the door a couple of times and this made them scatter for cover, I got the few seconds I needed to get the door locked and reinforce it with some furniture, but I knew the door would not keep then out of the diner for long, Bobby's confusion was clearly shown on his face, but he knew what was going on, the appearance of the men outside and the weapons they held was enough to tell anyone we were under attack...well, I was under attack but if these men had it their way, no witnesses would be left alive to tell the story to the cops. Bobby grabbed a double ba
Street Diaries A moment of Heaven before Hell.
I lost consciousness immediately after stabbing the last guy, we both collapsed into his pool of blood and I was off to the land of dreams. I saw my mom, the sight was so vivid it was almost real...she was so beautiful. It is funny how you tend to forget faces first when people die, even the faces of people you love and cherish the most. I didn't have any photos of my folks, but when I dreamt of her for the first time in like forever, I was filled with peace and happiness. That harmonious feeling that made me want to give it all up, life, my family, and even my newly found love. They all didn't matter at that brief, beautiful moment. If heaven existed, I was in it with my beautiful mother, and that is exactly where she belongs, in heaven.I suddenly heard the screeching sound of tires against asphalt, a voice asking if he was awake. He being me and the thick African accented voice was Bobby's. "He is starting to regain consciousness, I think," Sharon replied him. "Oh, thank God, he's
Street Diaries Young Rich and Sad (Kunle's POV)
Honor amongst thieves is a fantasy that would get you killed so quickly in these streets. Trust is a weakness that you just can not afford with a lot of people. And forgiveness... Don't even get me started on that... It is so funny that the downtrodden people of the ghettos where I come from are so religious, we were all forcefed full of religion just to keep us tyrannized and wretched, so instead of standing up and doing things for ourselves that would elevate our status in the society, they told us that God had made us poor and he wouldn't like it if we try our very best to get out of the clutches of poverty. "Be thankful for the things you still have even when you have nothing but your wretched life," "no matter how poor you are, you are still better than some," "your life is not yours, it belongs to God," "money is the root of all evil," all these bullshit, it was so clear to me, even when I was so young: they were basically saying "don't you even think of elevating yourself," "Kn
Street Diaries A Wise Man
A wise man once told me that the constant dissension generated by a lot of enemies must be avoided by eliminating all of your enemies. Because if left to fester, this might be what subtracts you from life. Chaka the Zulu also said, "Do not leave your enemy alive so that he might fly at your throat the next day." Society made us what we became, they made monsters out of us all or let out the monsters we had caged in us all along at the very least. I remember when I wanted to be a lawyer, a tongueless mute being a lawyer sounds funny, even to me. My dream of being anything other than what I became was crushed beneath society's jackboot before it even started. So, there I was once again, face to face with death.I was taken to an empty construction site at the very edge of town. A handful of Amir's men were brought there too, they had been beaten to the brink of death, I looked at them and could not even recognize them anymore, the faces I saw had been messed up and damaged so much that
Street Diaries A Lizard in the Wall.
There is an adage that goes " a lizard would not have found its way into a wall if the wall had not already cracked open." This means that betrayals only come from close friends and relatives, it also means that the thing about friendship is that some friends are just enemies in disguise. I knew that Amon was betrayed, and it was easy for me to guess from whom the betrayal came, all of the guys were there except one, he was either very lucky or he was the one that gave the others up. I stared at the butcher's hand, brandishing the large, sharp cleaver, the blade had been stained with blood, but that didn't even dim the sparkle of the Steele against the light that came from several parked cars that they illuminated the place with. The other men started loading the dead bodies of Amin's crew members up and dumping them into some already dug holes which were later on filled with concrete. The butcher stood in front of me and stared piercingly at me, smirking like a lunatic... and in a f
Street Diaries Sleeping Monsters (Akeem's POV)
Monsters... It is always funny to me when I hear people call other animals wild, this is because the wildest animal I have ever met is the human being... We like to believe that we have indeed evolved into something better, that we are higher animals of some sort, but this is just cheap pretence, for when pushed, our true nature emerges like smoke from a fire, then our destructive and wild nature stares us in the eye. The most vicious, and brutal being is the human, more than any lion or wolf. And this monstrosity sleeps in every single one of us, waiting to be unleashed, but maybe it rests in some more than others.Chuks was quiet throughout the drive to his rented apartment, even for a guy who couldn't talk, he did not communicate anything to me in sign language as he normally did. A whole lot of things must have been going through his mind, I concluded. We had just rescued the man from what seemed like a certain death after all. When we pulled over at the apartment, the lights wer
Street Diaries Appreciation to the readers.
Hello, beautiful people. I just wanna take this moment to say a very loud "thank you" to you all, for those of you who read with your hard-earned money, I really love you guys and pray you to continue to bask in the grace of the Almighty. Thank you.I would love to hear from you guys in the comments and reviews, please. Let me know what you think and help me to get better. Thank you. I also want you to know that, as this story draws to a close, I already have more titles in the Street Diaries series in the work. Yeah, it's gonna be a series. Love you all.
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