All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ________________ "And you need to stop calling me 'shawty', I'm not your girl so stop pushing the issue, I don't want to be just...
Ain't got nothin', won't be nothin'. That's the motto that most of the boys from the east side of Brooklyn went by. Some of them were thieves, drug dealers, murderers, or even rapists. They were an array of criminals, but all for one reason - to get by. Then there were the others, the ones who were athletes or wr...
Power and violence are opposites; where the one rules absolutely, the other is absent. Violence appears where power is in jeopardy, but left to its own course it ends in power's disappearance - Hannah Arendt
"FUCK, why do you do this to me Bibby?" I asked frustration shooting through my voice as I finally looked up at him. He furrowed his brows as his eyes filled with confusion. "What you mean Ari? Do what?" "Make everything so hard? Every time I try to move on you pop up, I just can never ESCAPE from you" I cried. "W...
Interlude (n): is defined as an intervening or interruptive period, space, or event. These intervals in time are often accompanied by new experiences, new memories, or new people. But, in Bryson's case, it's all the above. (Updates every Friday)