NEW SERIES INTRODUCTION

So, lately I’ve been toying with the idea of what I should do until I finally regain my personal time (it’s so close!) and focus on what is supposed to be my official debut novel. The idea was that I’d be completely done by now and I’d be releasing it on my brother’s birthday, as a special dedication to him, as he was my reason for everything I was trying to do.

Unfortunately, I’ve been working (and mostly overtime) during the entirety of the Pika-Pikachu (pandemic) and I just haven’t had the time to give it the love and care that it deserves. BELIEVE ME, Fly Girl is coming … just not in 2021.

In the meantime, I brought up the idea of a three mini-novel series to a dear friend of mine and the idea to revisit a story I never completed hit me. The entire novel I speak of centered around three sisters and I was trying to tell their personal stories within one book. Truthfully, it was great, but it wasn’t working out the way I wanted so I set it aside.

I’ve considered breaking down that novel, giving each sister their own short series. And, to build my audience and consistency back up (it’s happening soon, I’m so excited!), I was thinking I could share their stories here.

Now, I have shared a snippet or two from that novel before, and I will link it/them below.

Snippet 1

Snippet 2

Both snippets feature two of the three sisters, and give just a little detail into what each of them were dealing with. I’ve fallen completely in love with the idea of them again and want to pick it back up to get myself going again.

Naturally, as with most of my stories and novels, I don’t have a name for the complete series or the individual mini-novels, but of course I will update when I come up with something. Or, perhaps, you can share any ideas you have for titles in the comment section (I’d greatly appreciate it).

For a little help, the sisters are currently named April, May, and June. I don’t see myself changing that little detail, but I may later on down the line. Ideas for titles are still very much welcomed.

Again, I cannot stress how excited I am to be regaining time to myself AND time to focus on my passion and what I love the most; writing.

It has been a very bumpy road, and these past two years I haven’t been completely sure if this was still my purpose. It is, and I can’t wait to bring those of you who have been enjoying and supporting the site some brand new content.

Of course, I’m shooting to begin semi-regular posting mid-late December, but if not then I’ll sprinkle a few things here and there and in 2022, we’re coming in swinging for the fifth anniversary of MPWN!

As always, to those who read and like my posts, thank you so much. I would like to leave a gentle reminder that I am a writer that seeks feedback via comments, so I’d truly love to hear from you all a lot more. I welcome it all, love as well as constructive criticism.

If you would like to keep up with me, in the meantime, outside of the site, you can follow me on Instagram and Twitter. Click the highlighted links, follow and let’s chat sometime.

As always, happy reading and if you’re a writer too, I’m sending lots of creativity dust your way.

xoxo, Cortney!

Comin’ Down (My Life Intro – Unfinished Novel Snippet) by Cortney Joseph

Very faintly, I could hear music around me. It was that New Jack that always pumped from the speakers of boom boxes, that dope vibe that I was glad made it’s way into the nineties. This one song though, I’d never heard. Didn’t know the rapper but I definitely knew the singer on the hook.

“Turn that up.”

“Brooklyn, if you don’t shut your drunk ass up. Ain’t nobody turning shit up for you. You don’t run nothing in this damn house.”

It actually took me a minute to open my eyes, a real struggle since I’m sure I’ve been passed out for a good chunk of the day. With my hands over my head, stretched out on this couch that feels like it has more springs than cushion, I took one deep breath and inhaled. Immediately my nose started burning so I know I either threw up at some point, or my nose bled during this binge I’ve been on. I think it’s been four days, maybe five. “Fuck you Bubb, I said turn that shit up!”

“Druggie ass bitch, since when do you listen to political hip-hop anyway?” He killed the noise his fat ass was making and turned it up. Eyes open, I squinted until they adjusted to the bright lights of the room and I looked around.

The friends that I’d come with were gone, I was half naked, and it was nothing but niggas spread about the room. Same shit, every day.

“Alright, alright, Baton Rouge, that was the new jam from Laquan featuring Ricky Bell and it’s called Now’s The B Turn. That’s a hot one, sounds like it was recorded for the summer, but still a dope hit nonetheless. Be sure you pick up his album Notes Of A Native Son on the 11th of September, from what I hear it’s supposed to be an instant classic. And of course, you know that I will be giving away a couple of free copies on release day. Keep it tuned in to KQXL-FM, 106.3. It’s ya boy Corey B, and we’ll be right back.”

I stood up, stumbling as I tried to keep my balance while I looked around for the biker shorts and crop top I’d worn. I was also searching for my Adidas but I know Bubb’s big, ugly ass got those hidden somewhere just so I won’t leave. This nigga swears up and down that holding my shoes hostage will make me drop to my knees and beg for them or suck him off in exchange. Psh, not this bitch.

A druggie, a bit of a hoe, sure, but a bitch ain’t that damn desperate. Not behind some shoes my main nigga can replace. “Stupid bastard, made me miss the rest of the song. Where the fuck is my clothes and shoes?”

“I don’t know what you leavin’ for? You coming right back as soon as you cop another hundred from that dumb nigga you with, and you gon’ be right here smokin’ it away with me.”

“First of all, even on my highest day, I wouldn’t buy a motherfucking bag, rock, or anything else from you. Enough for you to fuck around and lace my shit? Nigga no. I come here with my own shit, and the only time I come is when I’m with Bonita hoe ass. That’s who you need to worry about sucking that tiny ass dick.”

“You want it Brooklyn, and you know it.”

“I’d rather be hooked on heroine. Gimme my shit so I can leave!”

I felt something hit my face, my shirt and shorts and it took everything in me not to fly my little ass across the room at this dude named Tyrone. “Get the fuck out, bucket head ass bitch.”

“Shut yo ass up before I let all your boys know you got fucked by a tranny.” His eyes bugged and I covered my mouth as I smirked. “Oops. My bad.”

Before I could say anything else, and get my ass beat in the process, I left, only stopping in the hallway to put my clothes on. I’ll just have to walk home barefoot again.

Like I said, same thing, everyday.

What should have been a thirty minute walk took me an hour and by the time I finally make it home, I didn’t even want to go inside. Instead, I took another twenty-five minutes and walked all the way to my mama’s.

She’s gonna bitch and complain but I know that she’ll get me back into a better state by the time I really sober up.

I walked through her door and not even a second later  I could hear her loud and booming voice. “Strung out again, ain’t you?”

I’d waste my time by lying to her again, but there’s no point in that. I don’t even hide the fact that I do drugs from her anymore. “Yeah, but I’m still not prostituting.”

“Tuh, as if the life you live isn’t pretty damn close to that.”

I shrugged before plopping down on her couch, rubbing my sore feet. “Get your funky ass up off of my clean couch!”

“Damn Mama, can’t I just rest for a minute? My feet hurt, I had to walk here.”

“You’ve been in a house full of drugs, probably having orgies with multiple men and women, and I don’t need none of that filth resting and stinking up my furniture. I don’t even have my good plastic down.”

I shook my head and stood up, pulling at the ends of my stringy and matted red hair. “Just look at you Brooklyn; skinny, sick, face looking all gaunt. You’re the first black woman I’ve seen look so damn pale, you don’t even look like my pretty little brown baby anymore. Girl, you look like you could die any day now.”

I’d like to say that comment hurt me, but I’ve heard it so much over the last three years and the fact that she feels I’m gonna die soon doesn’t even bother me anymore. “You know what they say Mama, we’re not guaranteed days on this Earth. Every time I take a hit or snort a line or inject myself, I feel like it’s my time to die.”

“Why would you put yourself through that type of thing?”

I looked at her for a minute. I know my eyes are bloodshot red, maybe still a little glossy, and I know that it pains her to see the darkness in them. My bright brown eyes have been as black as my heart for years and every time she looks in them, she bursts out in tears. Mama won’t hug me anymore though, won’t comfort me, or let me know that everything will be okay. She never tells me that I can make it through my addictions anymore.

She knows I won’t, and don’t want to.

“I’m just over life. I’m tired of my life and I don’t want to live it anymore.”

I just wish that I could tell her why.

Movin’ On by Cortney Joseph

Cecelia walked back and forth between her closet, her drawers, and her bed where her three suitcases sat. All that ran through her mind as she attempted to pack every piece of clothing she owned, if she was making the right choice in trying to move on with her life.

At twenty-six, she’d spent the last five years of her life trying to build a future with someone she thought was the love of her life. Yeah, she loved him. Sometimes more than she loved herself. But at the same rate, she knew she deserved so much more than he was giving.

There’d been too many nights where she was left alone, too many sorry excuses or none at all. Too many lies, too many unanswered questions. She knew very well that love was not supposed to leave her hurting or wondering if it was right or wrong.

What she wanted was stability, security, passion, and respect. From Dejuan, her boyfriend, she wasn’t getting any of that. Only broken promises, and the shaky foundation of a crumbling relationship that others thought was flourishing.

She knew the absolute truth; and whether he confessed, or even if she never saw him again, she would be moving on with her sanity and peace of mind.

I’m just gonna leave before he gets home, leave him with this empty ‘home’, she thought as she threw the last of her tops in one of the suitcases.

She’d thought too soon. Dejuan walked in, confusion written all over his face as he saw taped up boxes, her suitcases and her half of the closet completely empty. If he took the time to check drawers, their bathroom, and other areas of the house, he’d find that any and everything she’d purchased for herself was missing as well.

Even the dog, the little Yorkshire Terrier he’d given her was gone and chilling at the new apartment she’d gotten herself weeks before.

“What is all of this Cecelia?”

She shrugged her shoulders, giving Dejuan the same tight lip he’d give any time she questioned his whereabouts.

“What you mean you don’t know? Come on, you gotta give me some type of answer ‘cause this walking out like there doesn’t need to be a discussion ain’t gon’ fly with me.”

“Really.” She laughed, closing the three suitcases. She walked past him, setting each one in the living room before she came to box the last of her shoes and perfumes.

“How about this. We have one final discussion. You answer my questions, and I’ll answer yours.”

“Nah Cecelia. Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving. Moving out, moving on with my life. See, the last few days of sitting home alone, I’ve had so much time to myself to sit and think about whether or not I’d made the right decision in finding and getting myself my own place. To be honest, I should have moved in with you in the first place.” She sighed. “I was head over heels in love with you, and there was nothing that you could do wrong to me. I ignored so many signs that were always in my face, and I always got so mad when you wouldn’t answer my questions. But that was dumb of me because I always knew the answers anyway.”

“W-what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense.”

“I’m making perfect sense. See, in this relationship, it has always been about you. What you want, comforting you, making sure you’re good, okay, and secure. I was ready to give up everything about myself just to keep you happy and I never got that in return. Honestly, you came in this relationship with the assumption that I would wait around, forever, for whatever you decided was right for us.”

“No.” He chuckled.

“Yes. What made you think that I would wait around in vain? You know that I want a true love, happiness and joy. I know that hard times come, but it shouldn’t be nothing but hard times. I want to get married, and it’s obvious that you don’t because you can’t even commit and stick to the girlfriend that’s been sitting here like a duck for five years. Boy, I’m moving on.”

She attempted to walk past him to get another box and he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Come on, don’t start this cheating stuff again.”

“Why not? We both know that this whole thing is over. It’s been over for over a year, and I’m not stupid. I know there’s someone else. I can see it all in your eyes. Your heart isn’t mine, is hers. If it were all about me, I wouldn’t have to call you every night, wondering when you’ll be coming home. I wouldn’t have people telling me that they’re spotting you out, shopping for rings with someone else.”

Dejuan’s jaw dropped. “I-I…”

“I know about it all. You know, it amazes me how I’ve always been there for you. Sickness, pain, major injuries. You called and I was there. But you couldn’t ever do that for me. You said that nothing between us would change, but I should have known that was a lie.”

He cleared his throat, attempting to justify his actions, without actually admitting to anything. “But you knew how I was when we met.”

“Yeah, I did know. But why’d you think that I would just sit around and wait, that I could keep accepting this. Even a fool in love has to learn when to let go.”

He sighed, clearing his throat. “You’re mad?”

“I was, at first. But then I realized that sometimes, things just aren’t meant to last. You’ve left me alone, and I’ve felt a little pain but it’s okay. I will be okay.”

“Can I at least know where you’re going?”

Cecelia smiled, pulling her shades down over her eyes as she bent down to grab two boxes. “You don’t need to know where I’m going. Just know I’ve moved on, happily. But um, you can help me with all of these boxes. Let that be the one good thing you do for me.”

And with that, she walked out of what had been their bedroom, feeling confident in herself and her decision.

Yes, she would be just fine.

Closing Out The Year With A Bang, or Attempting To.

So, we all know by now that I have a bit of trouble with consistency. Be it because of life and it’s obstacles, or just the fact that I sometimes lose sight of myself and my gifts; I am forever talking about how I want to refocus and pull it together.

Though I haven’t fully gotten the results that I initially hoped for when I began MyPenWritesNice, I’ve grown to love this site and I am extremely proud of this investment (the website as a whole) that I’ve made in myself and my talent.

With that being said, a consistent struggle that plays into my consistency is that I never know what I want to do or what direction I should go in. Naturally, I feel that I should reach out for a bit of advice because I value greatly any and all advice and commentary that I receive.

I’ve been getting reads and likes when I’ve uploaded lately, but I’m missing out on comments and feedback. So, I would like to use this post to reach out for that, and gauge an idea of what you guys would like to read from me.

Any particular genre you think I should try or you think my style of writing might fit into?

Also, I want to post heavily in December. A great opportunity has come that may allow me a bit more time to finally focus and get back into my writing bag heavily. Would you guys be interested in a countdown to Christmas type of series? Where I post a certain number days in a row with Christmas and Holiday themed shorts?

Lastly, I’m looking to expand my site a bit by sharing the work of other authors who, like me, have a small following and may want to reach a new audience. I always say that my following isn’t massive, but I’ve noticed that my readers are a very consistent group and always come through when I make my way back with new work (I appreciate you!).

Would you like your work showcased in my Writer’s Spotlight section? If so, leave me a link to your work or shoot me a message.

Please, please, as I get back into sharing my poems and stories, leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments. I value both the good and bad, and feel it is essential for my growth!

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“Broken Thoughts” by Cortney Joseph

We’re not supposed to question, but…

there’s still so much I’ve yet to understand,

so much that doesn’t sit right.

And it probably never will.

Why me,

left with this broken heart, and…

these constant tears falling,

this aching pain replaying daily,

tearing me to pieces day after day.

Why a constant reminder of what’s no more

Why no peace of mind, why no new beginning,

or, why no second chance to do it all over.

When Will I See You Smile Again by Cortney Joseph

Holding a bouquet of fresh pink roses, Ahman walked into his and Tatyana’s bedroom. For once he hadn’t come home late, instead he was hoping she’d accept this small token as one of many ways of apologizing for his wrongdoings over the past four months.

No, he wasn’t unfaithful like her past boyfriends. But he was forgetful when he didn’t need to be, or he’d front in front of his boys and family as if she didn’t have him wrapped around her finger. She did.

And he’d act as if she didn’t own every inch of his heart and soul, when he knew for a fact she did, and that would sometimes hurt her the most.

Ahman knew that she sat up most nights, waiting for him to come home or for a call, waiting to hear when he’d be coming home from the studio. But as his fame and popularity rose, as his vocal talent earned more demand and bigger artists began requesting him on their tracks, well, it all meant that he had to be away from home.

And though it made him seem somewhat heartless, he sometimes meant it whenever he’d tell her that he’d rather be in the studio than home with her.

Tatyana lay across the bed in the pretty, pink, lace bra and panty set that she’d brought just for Ahman. It was their anniversary and the only thing she wanted to do before he hit the road for his first set of shows was celebrate.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t even give her that. Even though the day marked five years, he couldn’t give her this one little piece of happiness.

Tears fell down both sides of her face as she sniffled, her chest rising and falling as she stared at the ceiling. She’d heard him walk in, and she already knew he had flowers in hand. Those were his go to, and they always worked. But not tonight.

“Why are you crying?” She scoffed at the question, wondering if he was really that stupid or was he trying to be funny.

She’d take stupid for 200. “I don’t know why you’re even asking Ahman, it’s not like you actually care.”

“Of course I care Tatyana. It’s just that, Baby you know how hectic this music thing can get for me.”

“Yeah. I know.” Her voice was dry, monotone, and he could tell that she’d finally reached that point he’d been dreading. Tatyana rose slowly before looking back at him, stating coldly that he could just throw the roses in the garbage. She didn’t want them.

“Baby, I’m just grinding right now. I’m trying to make sure you and I are able to live comfortably, I’m trying to take care of you, and give you the world.”

“I’ve got my own money Ahman, I could give myself the world if that was all I wanted.”

Pulling a t-shirt and some sweat pants out of her drawer, she began to get dressed as he watched, trying to figure out what he could say to stop her. There wasn’t a single line in this world that he hadn’t used at least once or twice.

“I know I’ve messed up a lot Tatyana.”

“Tuh.”

“And I’m so sorry. I don’t make you a priority like I should, I don’t treat you like I should, but Baby you’ve got to know that I love you.”

Tatyana turned slowly and looked at Ahman, wondering how he could lie so quickly and so easily. As far as she could tell, there hadn’t been any real love between the two of them in at least a year.

Just amazing sex and one sweet moment every three or four months. It was getting old. She wanted and felt she deserved more. “You know Ahman, I love you. But I’ve been wondering to myself for weeks now, what kind of fool do I look like? Sitting around waiting for someone, and riding for someone who can’t even feel proud enough to tell his boys or managers or whoever that I’m the woman who rides for him. I understand that as a singer you’ve gotta have your little sex appeal, but even when asked if you’re single, you straight up say yes you’re single when my stupid ass is here waiting on you. I’m over it, I’m over you.”

Those were the very words Ahman never expected to hear. Just as she was trying to brush past him, he dropped the roses and grabbed onto Tatyana, pulling her close as he began to beg and plead.

“I’m sorry Tatyana. Baby, please, you can’t leave me. You’re my heart, my rock, you’re the only person in my life that’s truly riding and rocking for me. I know I don’t say it and that’s messed up, but I love you and I swear that I appreciate you.”

“Yeah right.”

“Please Baby. I swear, I’m doing this for us. I want us to have nothing but good and positive days in the future, I never want us to worry about or want for anything.”

“Whatever. Find somebody else. I’m sure you got plenty of groupies ready to hop on the bandwagon.” Tatyana tried to brush past Ahman again but he held her back, pulling her into his arms as cold tears slid down his face.

He’d never cried before, about anything, and that kind of caught her off guard. Still, Tatyana stood her ground. “I can’t stay.”

“Please Tatyana, let’s talk this out. We can work it out, just tell me what you want me to do. I swear, I’ll do anything. I’ll make it better, I’ll make it right. Do you want me to crawl on hands and knees, bend over backwards, you want to punch or kick me… please Baby, let’s just talk it out.”

“No. Don’t you get it Ahman? I’m no longer happy coming in second. Yes, I get working and I get following your dream but you’re doing too much. When it gets to the point where I can’t even crack a smile when I think of you, it’s bad.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as he continued to beg.

“Tell me what to do to put that beautiful smile back on your face.”

Pulling away from Ahman, Tatyana sighed as she shook her head. “Nothing, because you’ll do something once and then I’ll get my hopes up, thinking that you’ve changed. But that’ll be it, and you’ll be breaking promises and hurting me all over again.”

“Tatyana please. Listen, I don’t know why I keep doing the things I do; failing to acknowledge you, not coming home, everything, I don’t know why but I am so sorry. Please just tell me how to make you smile again, tell me what to do to make you love me again.”

“Goodbye.”

Walking out the door, Tatyana could hear Ahman calling behind her. “Baby, I know I messed up but you’ve gotta hear me out. You’ve gotta let me fix this. Tatyana, please, at least smile for me.”

He got exactly what he always left her with, nothing.

Doin’ Just Fine by Cortney Joseph

Ready to get a few drinks in my system, I laughed heartily as my boys and I walked around the French Quarter, clowning and playfully flirting with any woman that looked in our direction. “Aye, I don’t think the woman who had that Saints jersey on was playing with you though, Nathan.”

I laughed. “She could have walked up to me if she wanted to.”

“Her girls were blocking and shit. Just ‘cause y’all might leave lonely, that don’t mean you gotta get in the way of your girl.”

“And we all know that you need to get some, badly.”

My boys, JB and Carl laughed loudly, causing me to shake my head as I side stepped a group of tourists who were too busy watching a few natives flash for Mardi Gras beads.

“Aye, between work and caring for my mother, things fall wherever they fall. Unlike y’all asses, I have no issue with just chillin’ for a while.”

JB shook his head. “Chillin’ don’t get you no ass though, Man. Y’all know I’m whipped as shit behind my girl, but we can’t chill on a couch all the time watching Lifetime and shit. She want me to watch that Bring It shit, we gotta get it in as soon as we finish looking at Ms. D’s fucked up teeth.”

I doubled over, seriously crying as I laughed because that was the same shit my mother said after every episode. “Bruh, I’m not playing with you.”

“Ask Mama Katy! I’m right. That couldn’t be my woman. You wanna do what, Baby? You wanna suck my–nah, that’s okay Honey. That’s not a need that I need from you.

I closed my eyes, beyond weak.

Before I could catch myself or step to the side, I bumped into someone. Clearing my throat, I turned to my left and apologized. “The streets are crowded, it’s o-” I looked up at the sound of a familiar voice, more than surprised to see my ex.

She gave a weak smile, instinctively turning to my boys. “JB, Carl, it’s great to see you guys. What’s it been… a year or so?”

JB, having always hated Aniyah, took his chance. “Since you left my boy for his cousin, yeah, that sounds about right.”

She put her head down and I cleared my throat, pulling her off to the side so that none of our friends could get in the middle of whatever is said. They could bicker on their own.

“You look fantastic, Nathan. I had always liked it when you shaved all of your hair off. That bare face, works for you.”

“Yeah, you always said it took off ten years when I shaved.” Those who don’t know me well, they never assume, think or guess that I’m in my thirties.

“How have you been?”

Honestly? “I’ve been great, Aniyah. I’m doing fine now. Hit a real rough patch when you walked out, thought I was pretty damn worthless.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Couldn’t keep you happy; friends and family laughing behind my back because you were out here sleeping with my cousin and shit.” I shrugged, speaking truthfully. “Even though I put on that tough guy act, that shit hurt. I uh, I really loved you Aniyah. Thinking that you felt the same, well you could imagine what a kick in the gut it was when I came home to find a damn Dear John letter.”

“I was just conf-”

I held my hand up, smiling as I pulled her into a hug. “No need to explain.”

“I’m sorry. For everything.”

I nodded, unsure if she thought that was supposed to do anything, make me feel anything. “How have you been, Nathan, really? I-I’ve spent so many nights worried about you, concerned and scared for how you would take the entire situation. When I saw your mother and she said that she’d lost you, I assumed that, tha-”

“That I’d what? Killed myself?” I chuckled. “A couple of people thought that ‘cause I went M.I.A. for about two weeks, but nah. I was held up in my room for a long time, feeling pretty damn worthless. You left and I felt more alone than I’d ever been in my life. I had given you everything; my time, heart, love, money. I’d invited you into my life and world, even though I’d explained to you early on that I didn’t trust easily. I’ve always been sensitive, but you said you liked that in a man, loved that about me. I thought we were good.”

“We were.”

“But you still went behind my back. Not only did you cheat, you cheated with someone close to me. Now this isn’t the first time you and I have seen one another since the breakup. So what’s the reason you didn’t walk right past me this time?”

Aniyah took a deep breath. “I miss you, Nathan. I made the biggest mistake by walking out on you. You were everything; treated me the way I deserved to be treated. I just, I lost the best when I left you.”

I nodded, smirking a little. Maybe this sounds a bit conceited, but I knew this moment would come. The cousin she left me for, he’d never been shit. That hood/thug type that all the women go for when they can’t handle the love of a real man. Then, I just laughed in her face. “I’m sorry to laugh, this is just funny to me now. What was it that you’d told me in that letter?”

She sighed, recalling the exact line I was asking about. “I need a real man that can handle me and put me in check when I need it.”

I nodded, clearing my throat. “He beat you, didn’t he?”

“Yes. Cheated on me, put me down and degraded me. After he had me in his life fully, he stopped treating me well. I was nothing to him.”

“And that’s what you are to me now, nothing.”

“Nathan, please.”

I held my hand up, pushing hers away as she attempted to grab me. “I would never wish for anyone to put their hands on you, that’s where he was wrong. But anything else that came along with you choosing life with him over the life you and I had together, Aniyah, that was karma. You were my world, I would have dropped any and everything for you. And maybe if you’d have realized this weeks or even a few months after the fact, I would have taken you back. I loved you, you were my heart. Never would it have even crossed my mind to hurt you, in anyway. But you walked out that and thinking that you can just apologize and things will be okay, well, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t need you. I’ve moved on and I’m happy.”

“Nathan, couldn’t I just have one chance to prove myself.”

“No. I’ve accepted that sometimes, things happen. And whether you believe so or not, I’m doing just fine.”

I gave Aniyah a kiss on the cheek before smiling and pulling away, insisting that JB and Carl follow me before they could have a real fight with Aniyah’s friends.

JB looked at me, I guess seeing something. “Are you good man? Seeing her after all this time, you not gon’ break down in the middle of the bar are you?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Nah, I’m straight. I didn’t wanna deal with her crying, so I didn’t say it to her face, but she’s honestly not someone I think about anymore. Anyway, wassup with the drinks. Y’all asses owe me.”

Carl laughed, shaking his head. “Y’all not about to have me out in New Orleans, pissy drunk with lopsided titties in my face just so y’all can take pictures and have Chasity pissed off at me. I’m not sleeping on the couch for y’all bum niggas tonight.”

I fell out, smiling at a few lovely ladies as we finally walked into the first bar of the day.

Do What I Gotta Do by Cortney Joseph

Cassidy danced around her living room, bopping and picking up the latest dances as she watched the new episode of Soul Train.

A fan of the ever popular New Jack Swing, she was jammin’ to Stone Cold Gentleman as those performing in the Soul Train line showcased their skills. She picked up a few of the moves she’d never seen before, doing them a little until she got them down perfectly. She was certain that by the time she hit up the next big party, she’d have it down.

Her best friend smiled and laughed, shaking her head as she sang along and danced in her seat. “You’re determined to be named the best dancer in the class of ‘91?”

Baby I’m nooooooot no Casanova…. Damn right, Paige. I’ve had my nose buried deep in the books since freshman year, and there is no way I am leaving Grambling without having done something great, that doesn’t have to do with school work.”

“Or Brandon.”

“Shush. Don’t even bring my baby up. Hell, as over protective as my pops was, he had to know I was going to break out and find me a man as soon as I stepped on this damn campus.”

Paige laughed, nodding her head as she turned the TV down and Cassidy finally sat back in her seat. “Yeah, parents are a trip. And speaking Brandon, have you two decided what you’re going to do once graduation and all of the celebrating is over with? Come on, I know that you two have talked about marriage and all that, what’s the 411?”

“The 411, is that things seem so different lately. I mean, he’s the one who brought up marriage first. It wasn’t even on my mind, but of course, we’ve been together for the last three and a half years, and I love him. Of course, I see myself spending my life with him. If he were to ask me, the answer would be yes.”

“But?”

Cassidy sighed, her happy mood fading. “I don’t think we’re heading in that direction anymore. He’s so distant, cold. We barely see one another because of work and classes. When we do see one another, he’s either sleeping, or we’re having little petty arguments.” She pulled her knees to her chest, clearing her throat. “I think we’ve finally hit that rough patch, and I’m only hoping that we get it together.”

Just as Paige was about to say something to make her best friend feel better, Cassidy’s pager went off. “Speaking of him, that’s his code to let me know he’s on his way up.”

“That boy loves paging from his car phone.”

Cassidy chuckled. “He calls it the perks of being a rich kid.”

Paige began gathering her things, saying goodbye and hugging Cassidy. As she was walking out, Brandon was walking in. Instead of the smile Cassidy was used to, he had a weary look on his face. Almost as if he’d done something and now he was regretting it.

“Hey Baby, I’m so happy to see you!”

He smiled when she jumped into his arms, hugging Cassidy tightly as he planted kisses on her lips and cheek. Setting her down, he took a deep breath, quickly announcing the nature of his visit. “I know this is unexpected, and we had no plans to see one another, but there is something that I really need to talk to you about, Cass.”

“Oh, okay.”

She stepped aside, letting him walk in before she closed and locked her door. Walking back into the living room, she pushed her things aside and made room for him to sit. The entire time, Brandon stood silently, fighting with himself.

He was certain that Cassidy had the surprise visit pegged as something good. It was quite the opposite, and he was wrestling with himself, trying to decide if it was truly the right time.

Graduation night wouldn’t be the right time either though, he thought to himself as he finally took a seat. Taking her hand in his, he gave one small smile before getting straight to the point. “You know that you and I have been together for a while now. Three and a half years, and it’s been amazing.”

“Yes, it has.”

“And Baby, you know that I’ve loved you from the very moment that I laid eyes on you.” He took a deep breath. “And because I love you, there’s something that I need to do. Something that I need to tell you so that there’s no confusion and that things aren’t taken the wrong way.”

Cassidy cleared her throat, sensing that this was not the proposal that she and Paige were just about to speak in detail on. Something was troubling Brandon, and as much as she wanted to dive right in with the questions, she allowed him time to get his thoughts together.

“It’s like this Cass; my pops always told me that there is no way that I could make the woman I love happy, if I’m not happy about myself or something in my life. There is so much that I want to do for you, so much that I want to give you, but I can’t. Lately I’ve been going through so much, struggling with trying to cope with losing family and money and all of that. I’ve been struggling with who I am as a person, figuring out what truly defines me.”

“Brandon, are you concerned that I’m only with you because your family had money? I promise, that’s not it at all. I would be here with you, right by your side if you had absolutely nothing. I love you, and I would help to make a way for us, you know that.”

He nodded. “I know Cass, and no, that’s not at all. I’ve just been thinking lately, feeling like I need to go off somewhere and be by myself, find myself.”

Cassidy took one deep breath, nodding her head. “Oh. You’re breaking up with me?”

“I just feel like, with us graduating in two months, we’ve both got different plans for the summer. I don’t know if I’m coming back after the summer. I just feel like it’ll be better if we take some time apart, it’d be best for us to be apart.”

“Okay.”

A single tear fell and he wiped it away, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “I swear, I don’t want to hurt you baby. I don’t wanna make you cry, I don’t want to break your heart, but I feel like I’ve got to do this now, so that there aren’t any problems later on.”

“Doing what you’ve gotta do.” She chuckled as the song played in her head, realizing, finally, why he said he identified so much with the song the first time they’d heard it.

“Cass, if it’s meant to be, we will find our way back to one another. I just don’t want it to get to be years down the line and we’re both faking like we’re still in love with one another, living our lives as if it’s perfect when it wouldn’t be.”

She nodded, giving a small smile. “It’ll all work out for the better, whatever is meant to happen.”

Instead of showing him out, like she normally would, Cassidy excused herself and went to her bedroom. Whether he left right away or not, she didn’t want him to see the rest of her tears fall.

Brandon put his head down, taking a deep breath. The moment he’d wrestled so much with had gone better than he expected, but he just knew nothing between them would be the same. Even if they did reconnect after the summer was over, it would all be different. “I had to do it. I had to be real and honest about the situation. And it’s going to work out, eventually.” That’s what he told himself over and over as he walked out, locking her bottom lock and closing the door behind him.

Hoping he’d made the right decision.

#Halloween Repost : Dracula’s Fear by Cortney Joseph

He hang from the rafters, encased in his black cloak as he hid away in the solitude of a darkened room, a figure willed the end of his life to come. The privacy of his ghoulish manor had been invaded by droves of sully characters, ghastly family members that turned out in droves to witness the Dark Prince’s turn of fortunes.

Dracula sighed heavily, wondering how he’d gotten himself caught up in what now seemed like such foolishness. What was he thinking!?

 

Hearing footsteps, his body became ridged, his eyes popping open to dart back and forth as a creak sounded off, the opening of the door. Footsteps grew louder, and then a voice rang out.

“Drac, I’ve checked every room in this manor, and I know this is the only other place that you could possibly be. Come out.”

His low breathing resumed, his heartbeat creeping back to it’s slowed rate once he realized it were only his uncle. The grand Count Balthazar. “You can’t make me go out there.”

Balthazar chuckled at the scoundrel, pulling at the tips of his gloves before pulling them off and sliding them into the pocket of his suit jacket. “What are you, a hundred and two? You’re acting like a youngling. My boy, it is quite natural to have flies running a muck in your stomach, but you must get over it, shake off the despair you attach to letting go of your bachelorhood.”

“I’m a wreck.”

Balthazar spun around in a circle, trying to pinpoint where Dracula’s voice was coming from. The deep rasp of it echoed off the walls, confusing the old man. “As are most men who have spent their whole lives biting at the necks of any woman they choose, only to be defanged by The One.”

“I’ve not been defanged.”

The man shrugged his shoulders, growing a bit annoyed by all the shenanigans displayed by his nephew as of late. “Defanged, tamed… same difference. Now come; Princess Aveena awaits.”

“Aveena terrifies me.”

“My boy, would you rather call the whole thing off?”

“N-n-ye-noo. NO. I just, I need time to adjust.”

Balthazar exhaled. “Time to adjust? Drac, you’ve spent the last two thousand years parlaying and enjoying the rotten fruits of your life. You’ve seen all of your siblings marry, and you’ve been a witness to the wonderment and the downfalls of them all. You know what to expect, and you know how to make the institution work in your favor. If you want it to work, that is.”

 

In one swift movement, Dracula unhinged his shoes from the ceiling, dropping to the floor without bothering to land upright. Balthazar jumped, turning to find the Dark Prince lying with a more deadened expression than usual on his face.

The sight saddened the old man a bit. His own voice, like that of a French Horn, rang out in great disappointment. “Oh Drac, Dear Boy, you’re a mess. Skin like that of warmed honey gone ashen in such a short amount of time. The glow of after-life draining by the second. My boy, you’re going cold.”

“My outer shell finally matches my icy heart.” Dracula covered his face, whimpering and weeping into his cloak.

“Know what I think?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me, Uncle Balthazar.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “You’ve only ever had to be responsible for yourself and your own misery. I’d say happiness, but you were never a happy child or man. And then a spark of fire and light comes along, and she makes you feel things only known to the living. She gives you love, energy, a zest to go out and conquer the world, fulfill all of your dreams. She makes you feel good, she makes you happy. Has melted that icy heart, brought on emotions you haven’t felt a day in your after-life.”

“What of it?”

“It frightens you, and that is okay. But I don’t think you should run from it. A love like that is pure, whether given in light or darkness. A love like that, it never falters or fades. A love like that makes a man better than he was before it came along. Don’t you notice the change in yourself?”

Dracula rose, looking at his uncle sideways. “Of course I do. I live in shadows by night, haunting and feeding without care or fear. I cast spells to scare millions around the world, have left the universe shaken for centuries at the thought of my dastardly ways. Then this tiny woman comes along and all of that power drains within an instant, the very second I lay eyes on her. I lift a finger to cause trouble on a whim, and she bats a lash my away, my fingers go limp. I am weakened, left to feel human to feelings and actions I can’t control. I want to be bad, but she makes me want to be good and kind and nice.” He gagged at the thought. “But sometimes I love it, and I love her. And though I hate to lose control, sometimes losing my control to her doesn’t seem or feel so bad.” Dracula sighed, unsure of his own actions now.

 

Perhaps it were a last attempt at rebellion, his last attempt at being ‘bad’, at hurting those close to him. It used to come with such ease. Everything in his after-life came with ease before Princess Aveena of Ethiopia stormed into his life like fog and mist on All Hallows’ Eve. “I love her. And I want this, I do.”

“So why are you hiding in here and not in that living room waiting at the altar?”

“I don’t know.”

Balthazar took slow steps, pulling his nephew into an embrace. “Ismalia awaits it’s future King and Queen. All will be fine, I’m certain.”

At the door, they heard a voice. It flowed and wrapped itself around Dracula like earthly warmness, heating his gaunt face. Just as swiftly as she seemed to drain him, Aveena had the power to restrengthen him in ways he couldn’t explain. The ashen color shook from his body, his honey hued tone returning as a smile replaced his fearful frown.

“Drac, My Love; I’ve been afraid too. But I’m waiting, and I will keep waiting if you want me to.”

Dracula pulled away from and looked at Balthazar, gaining the confidence that had evaded him the entire week that led to his wedding day. “What you gonna do, My Boy?”

Dracula pulled himself together, straightening out his suit and cloak. “Today, I wed.” He raised his voice, finally allowing delight to overtake his usual grim undertone. “I’ve been consumed within a lifetime of bleakness. A lifetime of her sunshine doesn’t seem so bad after all.”

 

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Just a note : Cheesy, I know, but this is my first attempt at writing anything Halloween related. I hope that it was at least enjoyable, lol. (Let’s hope next year I can get a little darker/more gruesome.)

If you’re trick-or-treating with your kiddies, or going out to celebrate with your friends, please remember to remain safe.

Happy Halloween!