I asked readers and authors to write a short story or poem to this prompt: His misty black eyes pierced her soul and caused her body to tremble. He began to speak.
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His misty black eyes pierced her soul and caused her body to tremble. Her eyes tracing over the silhouette of his lips. She hardly noticed she was biting her bottom lip. In that moment she felt an oddly familiar sensation breezing down her neckline, following the course of her pulsating veins…hunger! She began to imagine kissing his lips, caressing his frame as he pulled her closer and closer. Returning the kiss, he gently stroked her nipples as they pierced through her blouse. She began to tremble. Her legs became weak and in that moment he led her to the couch slowly lying her down. His fingers gently gliding down to her thighs maneuvering his way to her womanhood. Slowly he inserted his fingers deep inside as she took a long, deep breath. She could no longer contain herself as she reached the peak of orgasm. Tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. He slowly begins to kiss her, sliding his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. As they kiss, he penetrates her with his swollen manhood. She whispers, ‘Oh God, thank you. I have so missed this feeling”. Paige! Did you hear me? he asks.
-LaRonda Coleman, Author of Journey to Forgiveness: Surviving Childhood Molestation
Breaking up is hard to do! Going through a treacherous divorce with two kids after 12 years of marriage can lead to insanity! An unperturbed blue-collar worker finds salvation through his Grandfather’s divine tutelage. While at the same time, he gleefully indulges in excessive drinking and gambling, receives a high promotion on his job, maintains his prized 1978 Oldsmobile, dodges flying golf balls, cheats at poker and pool games, chases Gatorade bottles, berates disrespectful attorneys in family court, battles with an adulterous, cunning, and evil ex-wife, embraces a beautiful new love from another culture he knows absolutely nothing about and raising his two precocious sons. Set in the mid-90s, this extremely funny, heartfelt, and sometimes heartbreaking dramedy concerning a middle-class African American family. The same things that make you laugh can make you cry.
Practice Makes Perfect
July 29th, 1995, almost the end of summer, a year, and six months before CJ’s (Charles Rollins Jr) first exhibition baseball game at Chester Park Middle School.
Before the beginning school year, Charley (Charles Rollins Sr) is showing his son the fine art of dodging a dirty spitball pitch. Charley himself, once a prolific baseball batter & runner, back in the mid-1970s (who still frequently finds himself stuck in that time-period). Charley also attended Chester Park Middle School in 1974, as he took his team to their first National Championship, before an unforeseen occurrence happened.
Naturally, Charley desires Charley Jr. (CJ) to supersede his almost minor league record. Charley & CJ is practicing in an enormous field outside of their middle-class integrated neighborhood behind a cul-de-sac street. Charley’s youngest son (Mason) watches on with some neighborhood children in attendance. Charley advises to CJ, “Remember Junior, always keep your eyes on the ball, son. Think of it like somebody shooting a gun at you. Are you gonna duck or just stand there and get yo big ol greasy head blown off?” CJ confidently responds, “Duck!” Charley continues, “What are you gonna do when the ball spins out at a 45-degree angle?” CJ earnestly responds, “Swing!” Charley continues, “Once you knock the ball out of the park, what do you do?” CJ honestly replies, “Run!” Charley emphasizes, “Run fast son! Like you just stole the President’s wallet! Ya hear me boy?” CJ smiles and replies, “I got it Dad!” Mason and the other kids laugh.
As Charley pitches the ball to CJ, he yells out, “Junior, hold a firm grip on the bat with both hands. And remember, in the actual game, you gonna have an umpire standing behind you trying to signal me. So, pay close attention to the ball, ya hear me?” CJ nervously responds, “Alright Dad!” Charley throws a light pitch towards CJ, he swings with all his might, but misses the ball. CJ is disappointed with himself. His father comes to console him by saying, “Don’t beat yourself up, son. Ya hit some, ya miss some. But winners never quit. And home-runs are not scored by those who never swing.” CJ looks at his Dad with a sense of wonder, gives him a high five and says, “Thanks Dad!” Currently Mason yells out, “DADDY, I’M HUNGRY, LET’S GO HOME!” Mason runs and jumps on Charley’s back while CJ retrieves the baseball. CJ then joins his father and brother walking home. CJ then asks, “Dad, when are we gonna be able to get new uniforms for this season?” Charley honestly responds, “When I pay off this expensive mortgage to this house your Mama wanted, and you make it to the MLB!” (Major League Baseball)
Meanwhile, Charley’s wife (Patricia) is at their home preparing dinner for the family. The phone suddenly rings from an unknown caller on the caller ID notification. Patricia answers with extreme delight. The unknown caller says something very provocative to Patricia as she is smiling, glowing. She responds by saying, “Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard it put that way. You have got to be the most original obscene caller I’ve ever heard. You must have practiced long and hard at this. WAIT! Let me take a guess, you’re a professional pervert, huh? Yea, you’re a specialist! Do you have a business card?” Patricia laughs loudly. She then sees her husband walking back towards the house with their sons and bluntly says to the unknown caller, “Well Mr. Pervert, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day but if you dial this number again, I will notify the police, you bad little rascal!” Patricia then smiles and abruptly hangs up the phone.
Charley, CJ & Mason entered their home in eager anticipation of what was on the dinner menu for the evening. Charley instructs his sons, “Alright boys, y’all know the drill, go upstairs and wash up, get ready to eat.” CJ is beating up on Mason on the way upstairs making an abundance of noise. Patricia, not in a good mood, boldly yells out, “WILL Y’ALL KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF!!” The boys stop playing. Charley, alerted by his wife’s irate temper. He goes to comfort her and says, “Hey babe, it’s alright. Damn! Boys are gonna be boys, ya know?” Charley kisses Patricia and proclaims, “Um hum, what cha got going on the stove, baby? Sure, looks good. I can smell it all the way outside Ms. Patty Crocker.” Patricia shrugs Charley off her and angrily says, “Don’t give me that crap Charley! You spoil those kids way too much. You’re not being a wonderful role model either.” Charley grabs a beer from the fridge while washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Charley, in confusion, replies, “Just what the hell is that supposed to mean Patty?” Patricia callously responds, “Man look at you. Drinking beer before dinner, you don’t even have enough sense not to wash your nasty hands in the sink where we clean our dishes. Sometimes I really wonder just who in the hell raised you Charley.” Charley takes a huge swig of beer while drying his hands on the dish towels. He casually replies to Patricia, “I bought this house and these dish towels. Can’t you get through one day without complaining about something, Bubble Butt?” Patricia becomes frustrated. Charley once again tries to console Patricia by saying, “Come here boo boo! Give Chucky a kiss! Come on!” Patricia pushes Charley away and angrily says, “DON’T START WITH ME TODAY, OK! I’M NOT TAKING ANYMORE OF YOUR SHIT CHARLEY!” Charley respects Patricia wishes of being left alone, takes another swig of beer and says, “Ok honey, no problem. I guess that menopause thing is kicking in now. I won’t bother you. It’s a good thing we renewed that United Health insurance, huh?” Charley blows a kiss towards Patricia and finishes his beer. He then yells out to his sons, “HEY, Y’ALL HURRY AND FINISH, QUIT MESSING AROUND. I DIDN’T TELL YA TO CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE, JUST YOUR HANDS! FOOD GONNA GET COLD!” Patricia is so angry, her eyes become lightly blood shot. Charley, bewildered and blindsided at the level of his wife’s unhappiness.
During family evening dinner, Mason tells a joke he heard from one of his classmates. Mason says, “Hey Dad, did you hear the one about the monkey, the polar bear, the elephant and the nun?” Charley curiously looks at Mason and replies, “Naw Mase!” Mason laughingly says, “Me neither!” Charley laughs abundantly and says, “You little jive turkey!” CJ chuckles and shakes his head. Patricia sternly says to Mason, “There’s no talking at the dinner table Mason.” Charley looks at Patricia with some disappointment but tries to pay her compliment by saying, “Patty, your cooking is so good baby, the food can do all the talking.” Charley winks at CJ & Mason as they smile and try not to laugh. It does not amuse Patricia.
After dinner, Charley offers to help Patricia clean up the kitchen while the boys get ready to bathe and prepare for bed.
As Charley is taking out the trash he asks, “What is biting your ass, Patty? You’ve been acting very stand offish lately. Is it something I’ve done? Let’s talk about it, ok?” Patricia bluntly says, “Charley, do you know we are currently 3 months behind in our property taxes? I had to go into my 401k savings to cover that cut off notice on our electricity bill. We’re way over budget spending $600 a month on groceries, but you still felt it was more important to spend it on CJ’s little league baseball equipment. Not to mention Mason’s medical expenses, which as you so eloquently mentioned ‘It’s a good thing WE renewed that United Health insurance’ which carries a $1500 deductible for his medication.”
Charley can clearly see Patricia has been holding on to this frustration for some time. Charley sternly responds, “Patty, you wanted this expensive ass house. I tried to tell you it was above our means. Now, what the hell do you expect? Is that why you’ve been walking around here with your face all twisted up and shit?” Patricia furiously replies, “YOU SEE! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT CHARLEY! WE’RE STILL LIVING BELOW OUR MEANS AT 35. NO GROWTH IN THE LAST 10 Years! IF IT WERE UP TO YOU, WE’D STILL BE STUCK IN THAT MOLE INFESTED 2 BEDROOM APARTMENT IN THAT ROUHGISH HOOD WITH YOUR DRINKING BUDDIES!” Charley goes to the fridge to grab another beer. Patricia shouts, “SEE, LOOK AT YOU!”
CJ quietly comes downstairs and hears his parents arguing loudly. Charley gets upset but maintains his composure by replying, “Patty, I will not do this with you tonight. Now first thing Monday morning, I will contact the tax assessor’s office to discuss what payment options we have available to adjust our bill. Ok? I got several hustles in the works for the summer to help us get caught back up. I just really need you to calm down.”
Patricia accidently drops a plate on the floor, it shatters. CJ becomes startled as he jumps.
Charley quickly sets down his beer and runs to assist Patricia. Patricia, once again shrugs him away and says, “Just leave me alone Charley!” Charley abides her wishes and replies, “Patty, whatever issue you got with me, don’t take it out on our kids. They didn’t ask for this.” Charley takes a swig from his beer, then yells out, “HEY BOYS, COME ON AND HELP TAKE OUT THIS GARBAGE!!”
It’s getting late in the evening, as CJ & Mason both run downstairs to help their father with taking out the garbage. CJ sees his mother picking up the broken plate, with a false sense of wonder of what is going on. Patricia is silent. There is significant tension between CJ and Patricia. CJ & Mason take out the garbage with their father.
Unexpectedly, Charley sprays CJ & Mason with the outside water hose in the front lawn. CJ connects the other lawn hose and sprays his Dad and little brother, like a sword fight. Mason is screaming with laughter. Charley tackles CJ in the muddy puddle of water as Mason joins in and starts splashing water over them both. Charley and his sons are laughing extremely loud! Patricia, in a cold blank almost psychotic look, just stares out the window at Charley with sincere jealousy at the adornment CJ & Mason have for him.
The 5 words that best describe “Learning Self Therapy Through Writing” is: A Self Guided Journal to One’s Awakening.
The highlight of the book is the 4 Bridges of Life that everyone has to cross: I Am I Can I Want To I will Do It today. Once you cross these bridges, you are ready to journey through the book.
The purpose of the book is self exploration without judgement or distraction.
The themes that I revisit often in my writings are who am I, why am I here, and what does God require of me at this moment.
This Journal has monthly flushing sessions and weekly contracts that are to be completed. I enjoyed creating this part of the book. The writing prompts were the hardest to write, because I wanted to create prompts that really challenge the reader to think and unpack their stuff.
My closest friends may know this but – I would rather prepare a stage for someone to share their voice, then to be on the stage sharing mine.
Being a lawyer isn’t easy, and if anyone tells you that it is they might have been sent from the Devil. Tyrone has been a lawyer for a few years now, and the cases seem to really be hitting him hard, one in particular. The pressure to stay top dog at his office and keep his long-time girlfriend turned fiancé, Shaunda, happy becomes a lot on him. It leads him to a stream of sexcapades that he soon regrets. Just when Tyrone is finally making the right moves in his relationship, things take a turn for the worse. He didn’t realize the magnitude of what that one day at the park would unravel. What he didn’t know about his soon to be wife will determine his next move. Is he shocked by what he didn’t think she was capable of? Is there regret for not seeing or remembering their past? But, when she finds out what he did, will it even matter? Will she even stick around to ask for forgiveness? A compilation of short stories surrounding Tyrone’s sexcapades and experiences that ultimately intertwine with one another to create a mysterious, yet tantalizing, tale of betrayal and surprises that you will not see coming.
Chapter 1:Afternoon at the Park
I saw her. She was standing, what seemed to be, 5’6, over the bridge across from the bench I was sitting on. I was trying not to stare, but quite honestly, I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful. Petite frame, but she had quite the body to admire. The way her hips moved from side to side as she switched footing, trying to balance herself. The way her chest bounced the slightest amount when she bent down and came back up. And I couldn’t forget about the fantastic view when she would lean forward to stretch. Perfect cupping size. Her cheeks seemed firm but soft.
The only thing I was trying to do was get closer to get a good view of her face. As I was going to try and make my way over to her yoga class, my phone rang out, surprising me. It was my girlfriend. We had been together six, going on seven years. Why we hadn’t gotten married yet, I couldn’t tell ya. Everything had been good; it just seemed comfortable at this point. We weren’t moving forward, but we weren’t losing progress either. We seemed content with the current situation.
“Hey, babe. How are you?”
“Good. Sitting at the park on my lunch break, which will be over in five minutes. What’s up?”
“Was just wondering what you might want to do for our anniversary this year.”
“I think we can talk about this later when I get home, but don’t worry. I’ll be thinking.” Crap. I couldn’t believe I forgot about it this time.
“Ok. Well, love you.”
“Byyye,” I said, slowly pulling the phone from my ear as I caught that beautiful woman making her way in my direction. Her class must have been over. She had her mat under one arm and a tote bag on the shoulder of the other. She had her head down, texting or reading something on her phone. She sat right next to me. Now, I said I had to go back to work from lunch. Well guess who was taking an extended lunch. Ha-ha.
Up close, she was even more of a vision than I had hoped. Her skin was a gorgeous caramel. Her hair was curly, but not tangled, more tamed, into a high ponytail. I wanted to put my fingers through it, but I had to control the urge. I didn’t know what to say. Then when she looked up…
“Hi, can I help you? You’re staring. Is there something on me?”
Her eyes were a soft gray; her nose was cute and small with freckles running from under her right eye to her left eye across her nose. Her lips were full and edible. My mouth was slightly hung open as I could feel my pants tighten where my manhood fought to be tamed.
“No, no. You’re just not the type of person I see every day.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked with somewhat of a defensive tone.
“Don’t take it the wrong way; I just mean to say you’re beautiful, and it caught me off guard.”
“Ah, I see. Well a man with your appearance doesn’t seem like you have trouble attracting women of my caliber,” she said with a tease and a smirk.
And from there, we talked for about an hour and a half before I realized the time again. When I told her that I had to head back to work, she suggested that I take the rest of the day off and continue talking with her. She even said that we could take the conversation back to her apartment a few blocks away. Part of me wanted to say no, that I shouldn’t, but the other was curious. It couldn’t hurt, could it?
As I took a moment to contemplate, which wasn’t that long because my pants pointed in the direction he wanted to go, I agreed. She seemed like a sweet woman. So, she grabbed her things off the bench and led me in the direction of her apartment. On the way, she asked me what I did for work. The five blocks seemed only to take a few moments as I explained my long days of defending criminals and filing paperwork with my research and court notations. She seemed intrigued enough, but maybe she was trying to be nice. Most people thought being a lawyer was pretty dull.
As she turned the knob to her door, after jiggling the handle a bit, she asked me if I wanted some brownies. Loving sweets, I immediately found my way to a seat at her kitchen table. She told me I could help myself to the plate of them. She was going to freshen up a bit. She didn’t look or smell sweaty, but she claimed that she felt sticky. I would love to get her sticky, I thought to myself as I licked my lips.
While I heard the shower running, I felt this haze come over me. I had eaten about three brownies already, so maybe that was what I was feeling: full. After placing the dishes I used in the sink, I made myself comfortable on her couch and waited for her to finish in the shower. I was a bit nervous because I had a girlfriend, and I thought I should get up. I’d been very faithful to my girlfriend and never thought about this. But now that I thought about it, my body felt so heavy. I guess I couldn’t move if I wanted to.
I heard the bathroom door open. I felt my pulse speed up. I didn’t know what to expect. I mean, she probably just put something comfortable on to chill. I was sure she looked amazing in anything. To my surprise, she came into the room with only a towel on, with droplets of water still visible on her smooth skin. Her hair was bouncier now that it hung from her head. The urge to run my fingers through it surfaced again.
“So, how’d you like the brownies?”
“They were delicious. But I think I ate one too many. I’m feeling a bit of a lazy fit. Ha-ha.”
“The weed probably kicked in. You feel that buzz, right? Real calm… or anxious I guess, depending on how you are with it.”
“That would definitely explain this. I’m not a big pot person. I’ve tried it a few times here and there, but in my late teens…”
As I was talking about my few experiences with the drug, I noticed her move to the couch. Setting her hand on my thigh, she slowly moved it closer to the impending bulge. It couldn’t be helped. She was so damn sexy with just that towel.
Moving her hand slowly on top of my crotch, up and down, she just nodded. “Mmhhm…mmhhmm…” Then tilting her head a bit, she started kissing my neck with those soft lips of hers. She gave me a chill. I wanted those lips elsewhere. She stopped and helped me remove my shirt. I was very conscious of my body and what it could do to the opposite sex.
She got on top and straddled me, towel still attached, but I could feel the heat in between her legs. She finally graced my lips with hers, and I was lost. She was a great kisser. Her tongue eventually found mine, and I could’ve stayed like that for hours, no lie. Her hands found my own curly fro, gripping it from the roots as she slowly started grinding on me. A soft moan came from both our mouths simultaneously. I just kept growing beneath her.
She pulled her mouth from mine to catch her breath. It was like she had read my mind from earlier when she was kissing on my neck because the next thing I knew, she had maneuvered herself between my legs. Unbuttoning and zipping down the zipper, she found him; it wasn’t hard. She grasped him in her delicate hands and firmly stroked him. I let my head fall back against the couch. I was almost ready to bust. Then I felt her tongue. Skillfully, she twirled her tongue around the head, inching every bit of my manhood into her mouth. I could feel everything. I was in heaven.
She continued to go all the way down to the base of my shaft. She had no reflex, I swear. It was like her mouth kept going, nothing was blocking my passage. I started moving my hips in rhythm with her mouth. I could bust right now on her face. And before I could think about holding on any longer, I released inside her mouth. I was hoping she’d swallow, but she did one better. As I released, she moved her mouth, and my kids ended up all over her face, and she just licked it off.
My mouth hung at that point. Though I finished, I had more in me. And she knew it. Her eyes seemed to turn a dark gray now. The softness had disappeared. I could see she was thirsty for it. The water was already running; I just had to give it to her. With my pants around my ankles, I stepped out of them as I stood up. I yanked the towel from her body. I didn’t have any words. All I knew was that I wanted it all. Every part.
I stuck my hand deep into those curls of hers and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. I went in for it, kissing it and sucking, not too hard, but enough to cause her to moan from her soul. I lay her down on the couch and brought my kisses to her breasts, but I didn’t give them too much attention. My goal was lower. I wanted to taste her. Kissing her stomach and tracing my tongue down her, I got to her sensitive spot, and she arched. She pushed her pelvis up toward my mouth. I added a little pressure to my movements, circling her clit. She loved it. I could feel her getting wetter.
I teased her a bit, stopping and starting. When she’d had enough of the games, she pulled her fingers through my hair, bringing me closer to her. As I was working my tongue, I stuck my first and second finger inside of her. She let out a heavy breath and moans. With my fingers moving in and out, and the circling motion of my tongue, she finished easily. It was such a powerful orgasm. It lasted for a long moment. So I took advantage.
I watched her beautiful body quiver for a second before I inserted my rigid pipe. Moving slowly at first to make sure I got in with no harm, I could feel her tighten around me. I was still under this influence, and everything felt sensational. I could feel every little thing that was happening. Each touch had me wanting more. Each thrust had me wanting to go deeper. I was in my own world. The only thing keeping me on this plane was her screams for more. With her on her back and me holding her legs across my chest, I could see all of her facial expressions and body jolts. She had a nice pair of, what looked to be, C’s.
She told me she might cum again, so I switched positions. I turned her over and laid her on her stomach. Bottom-up, face down. As much as I loved looking into those eyes, I had been waiting to get a good view of this here peach. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her stomach this way, as her ass slammed against me. I grabbed her hands and placed both behind her back. I held on to them as I went beast mode. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With both of us panting, moaning, and her asking for more, while I provided the more, I was sure the neighbors were enjoying the new music. I was almost at the point of ecstasy once again. With a few more deep thrusts, my hot liquid escaped me and fell deep into this woman. I collapsed on top of her, worn out. We just lay there for a moment.
“Better than I remember, Tyrone.” As I caught the sound of my name, I didn’t recall ever telling her. As much as we talked before getting to this moment, we never introduced ourselves properly.
The high started wearing off ASAP. Now I was thrown back. How did she know me? When? How? What? I was so confused. I propped myself up on one arm, looking at her, as she still lay on her side, staring off. “How do you know my name?”
“I’ve known you for years. Before you and your little girlfriend. I was the one years ago that you didn’t give a chance, not a second glance to. Until my accident.”
“Fuck!” I blurted as I realized I still had a girlfriend. “I need to leave.” I was scrambling to get my things. I was too caught in the moment. I was going to hell for this. I knew it. Should I tell her? Would it matter? Oh man, I fucked up.
While in a panic, I could see the look of hurt in her eyes. The soft gray had returned, and she looked on the verge of tears. I felt horrible, but she was a random girl compared to my girlfriend. I just needed to leave and forget about this. But what did she say about an accident? Never mind, never mind, I just needed to go.
“I am so sorry, but I need to go.”
And as I finally get myself out her door and down the hall, as the elevator door is closing, I heard, “You better hope I’m not pregnant, you bastard. I’m not on birth control, and you came deep inside of this.” She pointed to her belly, and the doors shut.
Fanicia Howard is a 30 year old native of Chicago, Illinois. Since childhood, Howard has always embraced her passion for expression of art through her poetry.
After graduating from Clark Atlanta University in 2013 with a Bachelors degree in English, Howard began the journey of crafting her first chapbook.
She officially released her debut chapbook of poetry, Letters to an Anonymous Heart in 2017 followed by her second chapbook, Heartstrings in 2019.
What is your genre? What draws you to this genre?
My genre is poetry. What drew me to this genre was the freedom to break away from most grammar rules when expressing myself. Poetry is a versatile literary genre. Generally, there is no right or wrong way to express thought in a poem. I can choose to rhyme or I can choose free verse, I can choose to make my poem twelve line stanzas ,or I can choose to make a powerful poem in less than thirteen syllables. I find so much beauty in the freedom of writing poetry.
-What is your purpose?
My purpose is to use poetry to connect individuals through, common experiences, emotions, and ideas- which unify us all within the human experience of living life.
-Who has influenced your life as an author?
Rudy Francisco, Nayyirah Waheed , Warsan Shire and Counter Cullen.
-What is your favorite marketing technique? How do you get your book in front of readers?
Social media is primarily how I market my chapbooks. Luckily for me as a millennial, the technology is right at the grasp of my fingertips I most of my marketing can be done by the press of a button. My main followings are split between Facebook and Instagram and I find it most efficient to keep my page public and add hashtags when uploading content related to my poetry. I’m not an expert on algorithms, but adding the hashtags has helped me make tremendous strides in advertising because it’s drawn like minded people towards my poetry and intrigued them to want to search my page for more details.
-What is something you want readers to know about you?
I’m very unorthodox when it comes to having a specific method and schedule for writing. I like to do things in the moment when the feelings are raw and organic. In my opinion, poetry’s first job pulls for emotions. That is also what I’m drawn to and look for from the reader’s perspective as well. I want to feel the words. I want to connect with the emotions.
-What are you reading right now?
Sassafras, Cypress and Indigo written by the late playwright, Ntozake Shange.
-3 Fun facts about yourself
My favorite literary device to use in my poetry is personification.
In school I excelled in Language Arts, Spanish and Social Studies, but I struggled in Math and Science.
Sophomore year of college, I had an assignment in my Literary Forms class to analyze a poem, song, or passage and pick out the uses of similes, metaphors, apostrophes, etc. I chose to analyze r&b singer Oleta Adams song, “Get Here”. Easy A!
Which five words best describe The Badass Witch? Intelligent, outspoken, ambitious, witty and bold.
Can you share one highlight from the book? There’s a part in the book where Gwendolyn, the protagonist of the novel is brewing on an idea and she goes in on a philosophical level on an apples core and in that one piece of observation she demonstrates the comparison to the origin of a woman’s strength.
What is the purpose of this book? The purpose of this book is to acknowledge women’s history and to share light on a woman’s accomplishments and struggles. Alpha is really a matriarch of characteristics. And in honor of the 100yr anniversary of the woman’s right to vote, I wrote ” The Badass Witch” to give her a new word for her tenacity and perseverance instead of a female dog. A bold, intelligent, outspoken and ambitious woman in medieval times was considered a witch. And once a woman was accused of being a witch sure death was her sentence. So the woman of today is that badass witch. And that’s what I want women to know.
Are there themes that you find turn up again and again in your work? A common thread? The theme of this novel that recurs is the ambitious streak of each character.
Which character or part of the book was the most fun to write? Which part was the hardest? Gwendolyn was the character that was fun to write about, I felt I knew her and that all the women across the world knew her or knew of her and she is so badass in vulnerability and strength that is so sexy and appealing. But the hard part of the book was in demonstrating how things are subject to change in our lives through this one character.
Can you tell us something that even your most loyal fans may not know about you? I suffer from anxiety that I assumed was OCD.
Is there anything else you would like to share with our readers? This particular novel The Badass Witch is a classic novel and as of now a collective item. It’s in its first printing and if anyone knows about classic material like Gone With The Wind, it will be worth a zillion × more in the future, so it will be in any of you best interest to go cope with my novel.