Proud Watty Winner "I can't let you go Gabriel", My eyes grew wide I didn't know what to do I was shocked Ash was kissing me and I like it all my thoughts went away and my mind went blank. I closed my eyes as my mouth started to move with hers you know that electric feeling you're supposed to get when you're with you're soul mate I was feeling that right now. She nibbled on my lip as I felt her tongue cross over my lip sensuously asking for entrance I automatically granted her access I felt her tongue glide gracefully into my mouth she tasted like Winter fresh she pushed me her body up against mines making me push harder into the brick wall, I heard a moan as she sucked and played with my tongue I think that was me I was running out of breath as we attacked each others mouth I think she was to because she pulled back and rest her forehead on mines, my eyes were still closed, we were both breathing heavy. I opened my eyes and looked at her she was staring me straight in my eyes. "I like you Gabby hell I think I might even actually love you" She said staring at me waiting for my reaction, her words just processed through my head Ash likes me or loves me then I thought about what Samantha said then what I saw then I realized something I just made out with a girl who just happens to be my best friend I didn't know what to say so I did the next best thing that came to my mind I pushed her away slightly she looked at me hurt. "I'm sorry Ash but but I ccan't" I stuttered with tears forming in my eyes she can't say that to me..

Set in the 1800's, colonial America, this is the story of Mercy Peters, an African American slave woman who gets sold throughout the south and ends up meeting a white man---that ends up changing her life. This story will be more raw than my other stories because I feel so strongly about slavery , and the life of a woman during that time. Enjoy. Might me inappropriate for younger viewers. Guys, I hope the way the story is written does not offend anybody. I only based the way she speaks on excerpts I read in my AP U.S history class. It gets better later on in the story. Again, I have no rude intentions in this story. I am a black person myself and although I am not African-American, I can relate.

"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)

Macabre was from the hood, she definitely wasn't used to the finer things. But after being kicked out of her home in Cincinnati, Ohio by her mother, she would soon see the other side of life.

Black History is the shortest month of the year, but the most important one, because of the love.

a black history month short story of a teenage girl's thoughts on what it means to be black. Black History Month Contest 2015

Tima is new at the high and starts falling for the most known stud in school she meets Dee on the first day of school and they become best friends will tima fall for her or keep it on a friendship level. then there's Tay she's also Well known and has a crush on tima. Who will tima choose? what will She says when She finds ouy the truth about tima and tay's history?

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