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Click here"He must've done something; why else would they shoot him like that?"
Two rotund women were conversing as I glanced up realizing I was standing on the side of a corner liquor store. The foreign owners were standing on its stoop watching the proceedings as more cops arrived.
"I seen that guy around, he's a fucking wino." I had this queasy feeling in my gut as I went back a few steps looking over at the body. The victim's feet were still visible to pedestrians as I inched closer affording myself a better look.
A familiar pair of work boots were sticking out as one patrol office lifted the sheet affording me a brief glance of the dead man underneath.
I wasn't prepared for the boyish looking face that would've contrasted with the booming voice I'd heard earlier. His features were twisted almost a parody of itself. A five o'clock shadow of scraggly, greying hair covered his cheeks and chin in uneven feral tufts. What was left of his face was twisted into a scowling grimace of yellowed, smokers teeth.
"I never liked that nigga anyway." Somebody commented behind me.
The incident gave agency to my actions as I hurried back towards Charmaine's apartment building desperate to tell her the good news. Providence had stepped in to even the scales and this was a chance for the girl to breathe. Halfway down the street I noticed a few police cruisers cordoning off the end of the block. Road flares were placed just a few feet away from Charmaine's rear facing room.
She'd be able to see things from her window. I didn't have her number as everything occurred on the fly. It was dusk as I peered into the alley behind her house finding a middle aged woman standing there. I was ten feet away looking at her back. She was thick, bottom heavy with some skin tight mom jeans on, a pea green t-shirt and beige bandana tied around her head.
"Pack a bag, we're visiting your aunt Minnie; no, you ain't going to no school tomorrow. Huh, did you fucking hear what I'm saying to you, Charmaine?!! Get your shit together, I want you back here in five minutes-GET IT DONE!!" She hung up, dialing up another person immediately.
"Hey, yall on the road already; yeah-Mississippi in two days Reggie, thanks." I glanced over finding a beat up orange hatchback waiting, engine running. She hung up unexpectedly turning in my direction.
"Hey." Charmaine's mother was similar, eyes covered in large butterfly shades, cigarette in mouth. She forced a smile as I walked by dodging a bullet.
I got home a little after eight in the evening and took a really long shower.
...to be continued.
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- COMMENTS
mondotoken4 months agoAuthorAnonymousabout 4 hours ago
You are a master storyteller. Yes, master of your craft.
I hate almost all of your characters though. Your MC is a weak assed man-whore, with the morals of a rat and the agency of a sloth. I started the story rooting for him, now I hope he dies in agony. Almost everyone else is a narcissistic pussy seeking missile or dick seeking missile respectively. Very few normal rational people who I actually care about. Faith is awesome, who shows backbone, personal growth, and compassionate humanity. But then she's gone again. AAAARRRGGGG. I'm reading on hoping that this guy gets his.
My Response: The entire story is here beginning to end; so, friend... you don't know what the FUCK you're talking about. And don't forget this is an erotic story website,
Anonymous4 months agoYou are a master storyteller. Yes, master of your craft.
I hate almost all of your characters though. Your MC is a weak assed man-whore, with the morals of a rat and the agency of a sloth. I started the story rooting for him, now I hope he dies in agony. Almost everyone else is a narcissistic pussy seeking missile or dick seeking missile respectively. Very few normal rational people who I actually care about. Faith is awesome, who shows backbone, personal growth, and compassionate humanity. But then she's gone again. AAAARRRGGGG. I'm reading on hoping that this guy gets his.
Anonymousover 3 years agoThis is some of your best work. I think this and Dirty Dawg Origins are my 2 favorites followed closely by the Mean Girls of Maplewood and the Cupid Effect. Keep up the good work. I can’t get enough of your stories.
mondotokenover 3 years agoAuthorThinking about it now, I can't help but wonder; did Charmaine know what was going on that night. Maybe that's why she wanted to get down with Jaleel, whatever.
Nice one, the story and sex scene were on point.
One quick question; is this the same Reggie from Dirty Dawg...?
Answer: No, this is a different Reggie; the one (Pastor Grey) you're talking about is currently terrorizing his congregation in another city hundreds of miles away.
Note: Will be expanding on that part of my universe in the future.
Creeperclawover 3 years agoYou've managed to give catharsis regarding most of Jaleel's turmoil while making me feel bad for a former tormentor. Well done.
studyingover 3 years agoGreat story. Good descriptions. In answer to "Anonymous", I'm over 60 and following your references all the way. I can't help it. "It's beyond my control."
mondotokenover 3 years agoAuthorI understand your comments may come from a good place, but this is my creative expression. Thank you for the portions of this chapter that you've already read & I hope you will find something to your liking in the other offerings on this site. Perhaps you should offer your services as an editor on this site. My story is my own to do with as I please,
Have a nice day.
TerraKhanover 3 years agoThinking about it now, I can't help but wonder; did Charmaine know what was going on that night. Maybe that's why she wanted to get down with Jaleel, whatever.
Nice one, the story and sex scene were on point.
One quick question; is this the same Reggie from Dirty Dawg...?
sajanajkover 3 years agoDude or dudette or whatever you are....you got one sick fucking imagination. Seriously, you should write tv scripts or something. I don’t even give a shit about the sex part, I’m just here for the plot. And boy does it get twisted.
Congrats, and keep up the good work.
Anonymousover 3 years agoI normally don't post notes on here, but I have to say I couldn't get past the first page. I hadn't read the previous chapters but while the story seemed engaging the interactions between people was so heavily laced with swearing and referencing people as descriptions of behavior that I quickly gave up trying to research what was trying to be said.
I recognize that even among my own age group I don't get pop culture references very often and the references I do get tend to be more cerebral in nature, but the sheer volume of young pop culture references in this work of fiction means that I can't just assume through context what is meant. If you are not a young person (late teens, early twenties), you have my congratulations for your character conversations because they sound similar to how a number of my very young college classmates talk to each other. My note is thus: if you want anyone over the age of twenty-five to be able to understand what your characters are saying, use fewer pop culture references and increase the vocabulary to include standard behavioral descriptions.
I don't know if my peer group used whatever the name of one of the singers of Backstreet Boys was as a way of describing behavior or not but i don't remember that being a method of communication when I was young. Jon Bon Jovi was just the name of an artist that you wanted to listen to, not a description of how someone acts or is acting.
