urban fiction
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By Katrina Chanice I The house looked alive under the orange glow of the lanterns. Every window pulsed with the heat of the music, every wall stretched with shadows in motion. My annual Halloween party had become something of a legend amongst my friends; an evening where the respectable loosened their collars, the quiet ones
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By Katrina Chanice Date Night “You’re everything that I’ve been searching for. And there’s no need for me to search no more. Come into my room. Don’t be late to my room” – Meeting In My Bedroom by Silk Monica sat at the bar reading the apologetic text that her husband of 5 years had sent
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By Katrina Chanice A SOUTHERN SALUTE “Grandma’s hands…clapped in church on Sunday morning. Grandma’s hands…played a tambourine so well. Grandma’s hands…used to issue out a warning.” – Grandma’s Hands by Bill Withers Tylertown, Mississippi 1915 AD -The Hidden King- He walked in with sweat dripping on the rustic wooden floors that creaked an inch louder with
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“I lose all control. When you grab a hold. And you do your trick. I love it when you lick” – Lick by Joi ‘I’m sure of it.’ ‘They think I’m high.’ ‘Scared, shy, and high.’ These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood off to the side of the dance floor
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Part Four ~ Day Thirteen of Fourteen “Take your pleasure seriously” Patrick was spotted carrying his luggage out the door to his truck. Tutu and Alex decided to meet him outside and see why was he packing up the truck. Patrick knew he’d have to explain his early departure to his boys but he wasn’t
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Part Three ~ Day Nine of Fourteen “What’s done in the dark, always comes to light” His voice was low and demanding as he whispered in her ear, “Come sit on my face.” Vicki tried her best not to react where anybody could see. She darted her eyes to the side and watched his fine
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“That lil’ pussy got some power in it. That lil’ pussy got some power in it. Super soaker, need a towel for it. Drippin’ on me like a showerhead” -Power by Kevin Gates The solemn look on his face told me everything that I needed to know. His anger was extremely clear to the entire
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Part Two – Day Six of Fourteen “How you get them is how you lose them” The night grew closer as the five couples played board games, card games, and even charades while enjoying mixed drinks and munching on different plates of food prepared for them by Micah; the owner and head sous chef of
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Part One ~ Day Two of Fourteen “The first seven years of marriage are the hardest.” Tutu opened his eyes as the bedroom door was slowly closing behind his wife. It was three in the morning and she was running off to some seedy motel, thinking her husband was none the wiser. Little did she
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Dozens of people poured out to endure a night of anonymity and laughs while I walked around surveying the room watching others as they gravitated towards somebody they knew or wanted to get to know. It felt like I had stepped inside of ‘These Are The Times’ music video with this full length royal blue
Katrina Chanice 