JACQUELINE
Walking past the gliding shoulders and the shivering lights as I paced to the backstage.
My round loops earrings bounced against my shoulders, next to a braid that hung from the side of head towards my ear.
On both sides was nothing more than a braid as I jellied the edges, tying the ends in an afro-bun
-my natural hair gladly peeking through the velvet chiffon scarf that I tied.
"Welcome back from your maternity leave" Jones, the club manager had jeered, a stick of lighted cigarette sticking through his dark lips.
At the corner of the stage where he sat, he received special treatments from the new girls.
He stood, one of the girls still grinding him as he accessed me from my head to toe.
I had brought my heels to a halt as I turned around, giv
JACQUELINESIX YEARS AGO"He and his wife spent minutes at the line carefully picking out a cake for their daughter's eighteenth birthday" He spoke.The store owner had a bandage around his arms as he stood next to the reporter, narrating with horror the events that will haunt him for the rest of his life."They'd been so picky, disregarding there was a line along the bakery but when they talked about their daughter, you could see from their smile just how proud they were"He ascertained with a firm nod."Something tells me she's gonna make it in this life"
KALEOTHREE MONTHS FROM NOW - THE NIGHT OF MURDERI threw my head across my shoulders, my red hair flipping to each side I turned as I failed at my decision not to panic.One of my hands clutched the stick while the other held unto the bloody stained ends of my flowing gown.Not being the least I cared about, I walked across the shattered glasses around the empty room before I halted, panting heavily.My lungs ached, begging for air and my heart skipped at each suspense, each sound.And immediately I picked up my phone, the messages lined up on my cracked screen from Aaliyah.
KALEOFrantically hiding a bottle of booze, I jolted my phone from my pocket at the sight of Jeffrey."Called her yet?" He asked, a towel around his waist as he applied deodorant.A slight nod was enough to embark on another journey back to Minnesota with the help of Maria."What did she say?" He asked."She hasn't texted back" I replied as he struggled with his pair of pants, shaking his head."You texted her that you want her to drive you to Minnesota? The least you could do is call" He said as he sat up."I could have done this by myself but I'm yet to receive car insurance and it's not like you're willing to wheel me across states" I said as I sat in the front of the mirror, staring at my pathetic reflection.I was mess, with eyebags and an unnoticeable stench of booze and fear."So we're embarking on a two day trip to find out if your fat
MARIALove,I imagine how long you've waited to hear about this very sensitive topic.A very much intuitive and naive thirteen year old Maria could write a thousand essays on just love.She could write love songs and poems about maybe how love was the best thing that could happen to a teenager-quite the opposite of Jacqueline when she was younger, you know the ones chased after boys and love letters and thinking they could navigate their terrifying minds.She was unsophisticated and could go the very much extra mile for mere love. But it was until she did love and she lost that she realized, love could be defined in a million words--none of which quite fitted her.****FOURTEEN YEARS AGOThe high plateau land was filled with scanty vegetation and dust precipitated in the air as we walked be
WUSomeone once said dreams are just a fragment of your very much alive imaginations.An involuntary occurrence of images, ideas and emotions during the stages of sleep, the concept of dream remains a mystery with many scientific and religious theories regarding the interpretation of dreams.But either way, even not fully understood, they still happen as a result of desires and certain sensations.And then comes the dreams that leave you insatiable, the ones that you're dying for it to happen.And what happens when a dream makes you question everything?****Typing into my computer vigorously as my inspiration flooded through my head. What she didn't know was she would be forced to choose...
AALIYAHTWENTY MONTHS BACK"This?" I asked, holding the lavender chiffon gown by the hanger as I looked to him."You do realize its a date, right?" He asked, throwing his phone aside to ransack my closet before his eyes set on something. "You know you're going to do it" He squinted his eyes in suspicion as he still held unto the hanger."You mean, sex" I said, eventually lowering my voice to stare at him. "It's my first date and apparently my first time" I said as I retired to the bed."I'm not even supposed to do this. What if Allah decides to punish me?" I said."If you keep living your life by what Allah says, what he does, you might as well be without sin" He said."Isn't that we it's supposed to be?" I asked as I pulled up my head to look at him."Even though I find it
JACQUELINEMy feet curled cozily underneath the sheets as I struggled mentally to open my eyes. A shiver shot through my body as I rolled over the bed, bringing my eyes to open.It took a moment before my vision cleared to see Harry seating upon the duvet, his sole concentration towards where I laid."Are you watching me sleep?" I softly asked as I yawned."You look beautiful even with your eyes closed. Don't judge" He complimented. "It's too early" I said with a smile."Did I stay here overnight? Did we-" I asked before he laughed, reaching for my hands."No, we didn't have sex. You terribly insisted because you were drunk but I didn't" He said as he squeezed my palms. "You don't have to be so cliché" I said before one of his girls walked in."Come here, K" He gestured before she cm brought out a stack of bonded money alongside a credit card."4123
MARIAStaring back and forth from the logged in page to tinder on my laptop, I flipped the pancakes with the saucepan with my hand.I had already started a conversation with a local farmer on the dating site and I stared in anticipation, waiting for his next reply.I was absurdly attracted to person on the other side of the keyboard even though I had never met him-i did hope to one day.So when a notification sprung with the signature tinder tune, I totally abandoned my almost done pancakes, walking over to the laptop.Marc: sorry, i was sort of busy. Miss me that much?And soon, I found myself smiling at the monitor, and it was at the smell of something burned that I rushed over to the pancakes."Don't burn the pancakes" Mother said as she handed me kitchen gloves to hold unto the heated handle."Mum, you have a