The Jimmy Kanter Chronicles: Pinder

“Aye, Jimmy, you hip to this app?” Derrick asked as he showed his phone screen to Jimmy.


“Nah, what’s that?” He said as he leaned over.


“It’s this app called Pinder. It’s like Tinder but mainly with black people. Yeah, I’ll warn you it’s got some men on here faking.” Derrick continued to swipe through.


Jimmy was hooked on the app from that moment on. He swiped left and right on each picture all throughout his classes. A couple of matches came his way and, before he knew it, he was talking to different women from all over the globe.


One evening, Jimmy came across a photo of a brown skin woman with big breasts. His eyes lit up when he saw her picture and there was just something about her that made him want to talk to her. Messaging on Pinder turned into them texting, then FaceTiming each other. He liked her even more because she lived close to him.


The first time they FaceTimed was when Jimmy was on spring break. Maya wanted to FaceTime while he was in the hotel. When the FaceTime went live, Jimmy could barely see her face and she kept making excuses for why there were no lights on.


“What was all that about? I’m no dummy when it comes to a catfish. Nah I’m trippin.” He thought.


After contemplating it, he decided to call one of his closest friends.


“Bruh, I’m about to send you a picture of this girl I been talking to. She said she lives around there.” As he sent the picture, all he heard was a loud laugh.


“Bruh, you playing! Not her. I tried talking to her too. Then I saw her in person. Never talk to her again.” Terrance said as he continued laughing.


“It can’t be that bad. She looks good in her flicks.” He argued.


“Nah, that’s in a picture. I’m going to show you when you get back. I know exactly where she lives.” Terrance said.


 A couple of days went by as Jimmy continued his family trip in New Orleans. He partied night in and night out with his family until it was time to go back. After arriving back home to Landover, Maryland, Jimmy was picked up by Terrance in his dad’s work truck. They went to Maya’s house. It was an older white house with a garden out front. The sky was clear and the sun shined bright.


As Maya began to walk outside. Terrance picked the perfect moment to yell out, “There goes your girl.”


Jimmy’s eyes opened wide as he looked at her. Maya was nothing like her pictures. She was short with breasts that hung down to her hands. She was as wide as a Chevy Tahoe and she walked like a sumo wrestler towards the car.


“Pull off.” Jimmy yelled from the back seat.


The two of them quickly pulled off, leaving her outside. Maya and Jimmy hardly spoke at all after that. Although she didn’t know he had seen her or knew where she lived. Just the mere sight of her turned him away from talking to her again.


Story Time: Cougar

This is a Story Time about the time an old lady started flirting with me. So this took place maybe early last year. Around this time last year, I had the flu. I went to the doctor’s office and they had to do a throat culture. It was taking very long to do so. Call it being a baby. A sucker whatever floats your boat. Because I was struggling. I don’t like things been stuck down my throat. I don’t like I eye drops nor nose drops. Sorry, it’s just how I am.

Anyways in the midst of the struggle and waiting in there until the doctors figured something out. There was this older woman walking towards me. I’m usually shy and don’t talk much. But today I decided to say hello. Big mistake.

She came and sat directly next to me. She just kept flirting with me. Asking me about my life and stuff. Touching my leg and rubbing. I was annoyed to the fullest. She did all of this while her husband was sitting right there. She said he was senile or something. That’s even more messed up.

The worst part was her telling me about how her husband fell outside and she scooped him up with one arm. Then she flexed her arm talking about you see that muscle, Kenneth.

“Touch it, Touch it.”

I feel weird to say I touched it. After an hour of her talking to me, I finally let the doctors just jammed the thing in my throat. I felt like a thot the way it hit the back of my throat. Turns out I had the flu I was sick. I wasn’t even surprised I was just ready to go. I got my medicine and left.

Of course, my friends were on some scamming stuff when I told them. A whole lot of you suppose to get with her to get the check. No that’s disgusting. I was 20 and she was like 70 years old. That’s disgusting and weird. If you like senior citizens then that’s on you. But that wraps it up for this Story Time. If you want to see more by me then follow this blog. Follow me on all social media platforms. Also, Happy Valentines Day!

Story Time: My First Story

Patrica’s World:

Once there was a girl name Patricia Jones. Her friend’s call her Pat. Pat loves playing soccer, she always wins her games. She has a friend named Janaye. Pat has a crush on a boy named Alvin. Alvin played for the Redskins. One day at school Alvin ask Pat out Pat said yes. They went to the movie Pat got her first kiss. The next day Alvin got hurt in football against the Dallas Cowboys. He broke his leg. 2 Months later Pat was in her final game of soccer, she won. Alvin was healed. But Pat found out Alvin was kissing other girls. So she went up to him and asked why. Then he pushed her, then the next day Pat went up to Alvin and hit him so hard he fell out the wheelchair.

Chapter 2:

One day Pat mother Denise said that she was having a baby. Pat ran like a cheetah to Janaye house to tell her the big news. Then Janaye said the baby was going to steal your spotlight. The baby came they named her Marry. Denise and Kevin said she was cute. But Pat said she was ugly. Then she starts crying. So her dad talks to her.

Chapter 3:

10 years later Marry, Patricia and Janaye were all out shopping. They saw Alvin kissing again. One day Alvin went out with Marry. Pat saw Alvin ask Marry do you want some drugs. She said no. Pat hit him.

Marry grew up an became a doctor. Patrica became a soccer player. Janaye became a professional wrestler. She was the world heavyweight champion.


I have so many questions. For one why was I thinking about all this at the age of 8? Why’re the chapters so small? I confused myself typing this again. That was my first ever story I wrote when I was 8 years old in the house with my grandma on a rainy summer day. I used her first name as the main character in the story. I believe this was the first time I just felt like I should write a story and the rest has been history. Story after another. Followed by speeches and poems now. Well, that’s it for this Storytime. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog. But for now, check out some of my other blogs. Like, Comment and Share this blog. Follow for more content by yours truly.

Writing Prompt #5

Writing Prompt #5: A man jumps from the fortieth story of a building, as he’s passing the twentieth eighth floor, he hears a phone ring and regrets that he jumped.

“I just can’t seem to do anything right,” Tom said.

“Hey cheer up buddy everything will be okay,” Greg said as he reached out to pat Tom on the back.

“Easy for you to say you already have two kids,” Tom said as he stormed off to his office.

Tom went into his lengthy size office. As he started to throw a mini tantrum to the recent news. Tossing chairs around was his normal routine when it came to hearing bad news.

“Fuck, I just can’t seem to do nothing right. And you big man I see you got what you wanted. I can’t believe I still believe in you. You cursed me with this stupid Klinefelter syndrome. Now I can barely reproduce. It’s messing up my marriage.” Tom said as he continued to pace back and forth yelling at the ceiling.

“My wife is giving out on me. I can tell she’s stressed out about it. Getting a surrogate or adopting is out of the question. We want a kid naturally. I can’t believe this is my life. Screw this.” Tom said as he stormed out of his office.

He went into the elevator and went to the top floor. Tom went up the stairs to the roof. Tom stood on the ledge looking down at the ground from the fortieth story up. Breathing heavy as he looked to end his life. After contemplating he just closed his eyes and jumped. While falling through the sky to the ground. Tom hears his answering machine on the twenty-eighth floor, it was his wife.

“Tom I was going to wait till you got home but… I’m pregnant.”


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Story (Poem)

I want to tell a story

I don’t know I guess that’s the author in me

Look it was this kid his mom helped him stay on his feet

Made sure his heart beat

Made sure he never accepted defeat

She was his protector

But one day she gave in and left him in the cold

He kept wishing she came back but like bread, he started to mold

Feelings started to fold

Things got old

As this dude got tired of life

He was crying himself to sleep every night

Dreaming of the days when he felt right

He was tired of life

Wishing he could see the light

So he grabbed a knife

Put it to his throats and applied pressure

But something wouldn’t let him go through with it

Time after time he wanted to get the slicing like wolverine

But he stays up and tries to grind

Cause he know one day it will be his time

And family don’t always got your back like a spine

In them cold lonely nights

He learned who was his true peers

The rest left him with tears

He had to switch gears

Now he lurking in shadows

Fighting his own battle

It’s crazy how that boy is me