Short story: The Detective

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It was the wayward ones that requested for life to begin. Asking questions of a life that paralyzed them. They wanted so much more than this, and as the world belched out, the pain of promise yet to arrive, held them in a state of captivity. It was done, and it was questionable, Menelik hated playing hero to young girls who were starved of all their dreams. Girls who took a wrong turning in life’s obstacle course and here he was, the defender, the protector, the healer of all wounds deep. He lit the Cigarette, felt the Tobacco swell on his insides, he gulped and swallowed hard, as he wrestled with discomfort in the seat of the green Toyota. “Why do you hate being a detective, so much?”

“Because I have my own life to save.” He glanced briefly at Vivien Marx, he hated her idealism on most days, but today, she was the worst version of herself. All sunshine and daisies. It was too much for a Monday morning Midnight Stretch.

“I just think…” she began, then ran long fingers through the folds of spaghetti tendrils. She’d dyed her hair Midnight black; she always did that when she was going through pain. Her hair usually a brilliant auburn would be transformed, but the eyes are always magnifying glass of the soul. Their soft brown would light with a tear, and protectively she would raise the collar of her leather jacket, as though it were hiding her from the world. 

“ You change my perspective, and yours is drugged by misery,” she uttered into Midnight shadows, “Forgive me for having seen too much in my 32 years of living,” Menelik countered. “Forgive me for not buying into you pity Mel,” she snatched the cigarette from the comfort of his fisted mouth. Stubbed it, “You bastard you promised you’d stop smoking.” They shared a glance for a five second stretch, her smile was hypnotic, her gaze like a touch to him. Menelik released a lazy smile. “You know Mel if I wasn’t so crazy about you,”

“But you are….”

He nodded, a nod meant back to business. “So you think this guy killed her.”

“Dianne Fahilla mysteriously disappears, completely out of character, right after she publishes the book revealing Aztec International’s dodgy ventures. They market themselves as a clean corporation, she knew a lot of powerful people, and she pissed of a lot of powerful people.”

To be continued on upcoming website

Rain Dance

"we are only people,"
the warrior said to god,
My mouth was a weapon
my heart was a sword
And when i crumbled
and fell from grace;
I couldnt recognize
The eyes on my face
Those eyes like slits
with blinds that drew
and all the pain
My mind it knew
Like a car it breaks
I needed oil
A plant that's barren
Without soil
And all those scattered marbles
Whisper, whisper,
says the owl
says the educator
With a righteous scowl
Says a king
Upon his throne
and all the questions
that thrive and moan
How do i fix myself,
The warrior said to god
Said to angel
With the excalibur sword,
Said to the sergeant
and the Millitia men
Your present is now
Your past was back then

"There is no shame in the mistakes
we make
Sometimes in life
we need a break
To sew the threads
of battered hearts,
and rub the wounds
of clustered scars
The warrior crumbled
upon the ground
He sobbed aloud
and it echoed sound
For pain it carries
Stretched like a bow,
Choice is a mission
That wise men know
The warrior rose
From upon the ground,
standing tall,
his sandaled feet
His tired brow
" I am the horizon, i'll rise again"
In this life there's sun and rain.
Life is all about balance
Sunshine and smiles
and happy faces
and yet there's shadows in darkened
places
Open your eyes
and look beyond your pain
Take off your shoes
and dance for the rain

Red ebony

Keeping your confidence: Staying away from energy stealers

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Everybody knows a bitch. The friend or family member, maybe even work colleague whose mouth seems frozen in the flaws of others. Most of the time we listen in paralysis as the bile flows freely from their lips, secretly knowing their agenda, be it jealousy, or envy, or even greed, yet we smile and engage them. We continue to keep company with them, ignoring their words about others, praying the boomerang won't come back on us. Remember the law of the universe, you are the company you keep. That individual chooses to be this way because they are unhappy. Human beings are not just organs and blood, we are made up of energy, if your around someone that draining, take them in small doses or not at all. After all where do you think they get the energy from.....their stealing some of yours.