" Who are you and how did you get in my house!?" She raised the bat up like she was getting ready to knock his head off. " Don't swing!" She lowers the bat feeling bad that she scared this homeless man half to death. " I'm so sorry that I scared you, but where did you come from?" " The doll." He pointed to the mantle where the doll was no longer at. " Yeah nice try now come with me." ~ ~ ~ She sat at her dining table watching the man chow down on her homemade gumbo. " This is really good." " Thank you now let's try this again. Where did you come from?" " Like I said the doll you brought me home from that evil place." " Keith right?" " Yes ma'am." " What year do you think it is?" " 1833." New Orleans where spirits and the dead walk freely and where voodoo can either reward your life or destroy it.

Everyone in this world has their own obstacles they have to face. Some more difficult than others. But Keith's just seems to become harder and harder to handle. Keith is in for a bumpy ride. Will he make it to the finish line? ---------- started; april 2017 completed; october 2017 © my third written book ®

Say you love me As much as I love you, yeah Would you hurt me, baby? Could you do that to me, yeah? Would you lie to me, baby? 'Cause the truth hurts so much more Would you do the things that drive me crazy? Leave my heart still at the door?

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You got a jawline like a model You stay fresh from head to toe Got your own money, never borrow On your grind, I like your hustle But you're no good for me Cuz them pretty boys not pretty On the inside of they souls And even though I know you're bad for me I can't let go You're no good for me No, you're no good for me But I can't stay away No matter what they say I keep comin' back for that bad boy Even though I know you treat me bad, boy I can't stay away No matter what they say Even though you still treat me bad My dumbass keep on comin' back, no

Jacob is a poor teenager taking care of his two younger sisters. His mom is an alcoholic and doesn't help at all. His brother is just as much help as his mom. Jacob doesn't know what to do until he meets yn. But even then things get crazy...

Don't talk, just read. First of all, I have to be honest with you, readers. I lied-when I told you I was gonna' finish that other story. Can you read? Just for tonight. Or maybe we can do something like eat popcorn and drink water or thirst after DeVante Swing as a group? Slide your finger across the page, baby. Let the book feel you. You read so sexy and so good. © 𝐣𝐜𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 ┊ the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ≠ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. ㋡

She was different and learning new things. He was already knowing and about to try a new thing.

I was 16 when I had an abortion. My Uncle Leon, My sweet Uncle Leon. The one who taught me how to ride a bicycle. The one who showed me the simplicity of adding 1+1 to get the answer of 2. The one who began touching me at the tender age of thirteen. The one who got me pregnant.