Day 5 (Writing Challenge)

DAY 5

This is Part Of The 30 Day Writing Challenge. I’m participating in, if you would like to do it leave it in the comments as I go along. Or follow link https://www.pinterest.com/pin/648870258793319435/

List 5 Places you want to visit

I feel like I did this before but I think I listed places outside the States. I’m going to list places in the states. Hope you like, comment and subscribe. View my previous post until tomorrow. Subscribe to my mailing list.

1. California. I don’t know which part yet. Most likely Hollywood. I do want to get some pictures in the Mountains.

2. Miami Florida. I don’t know why. Just because I guess.

3. New Orleans.

4. Atlanta

5. Las Vegas.

Writing Prompt #34

Writing Prompt 34: You wake up. She doesn’t

“ Good morning beautiful.”

David said as he extended his arm over the girl in his bed. The girl didn’t move a muscle.

“Miranda?”

No movement came from her. David flipped her over.

Oh no. What the hell? Is she dead?

David quickly jumped up and grabbed his phone off the dresser. He quickly dialed the number of his best friend Kevin.

“Aye bro I’m tripping out bout shawty from last night.”

“Yeah, I bet. I told you she was a baddie. But her sister Crystal. Woo wee had me going Brazy last night. I’m talking one leg up. I was like ay, ay, ay….”

“Chill Chill enough of that. The girl you set me up with is in my bed not moving.” David said as the sweat continued to run down his face.

“Duh, that’s what you do when you sleep,” Kevin said as he chuckled moments after.

“No, this girl hasn’t moved since last night. I been flipping her around and smacking her face, she won’t move. I don’t even think she’s breathing.”

“Damn what kind of bionic dick you got?!”

“This is serious,” David shouted.

“Bro calm down. If it’s so serious call an ambulance and let them deal with it.”

Kevin said calmly.

“Nigga is you out your mind. She’s white that’s murder. I’ll be in jail for life. She’s white and I’m dark chocolate.” David explained.

“Then what you going to do. I don’t know. You come up with something.” He said.

Kevin took a 10-minute drive to the apartment complex. David stood over the girl as Kevin walked in.

“ I got a plan. Your building has a trash chute. Easy we carry her there in a bag. Dump her in it then the problem is solved.”

Kevin said.

“Let’s do It.” David.

The two picked her up and placed her inside a trash bag. They carried her as if they were carrying a casket. Down the hall, they went. They repeatedly looked around to make sure no one was around. As they walked in the trash room.

“Aye stop shaking the bag?” Kevin said.

“I’m not shaking,” Kevin replied.

The two looked at each other in sync as they said.

“Aww shit.”

When they opened the bag. She was awake. Looking pissed.

“What the hell are you two doing?” She yelled.

“April Fools,” Kevin yelled.

“You had no pulse,” David said with a shocking look on his face.

“I have a condition. I black out from time to time. I told you that last night if you would have listened. God, I hate men.” She said as she got out of the bag and made her way out of the room.

“I told you about messing white girls,” Kevin said.

“Shut up.”

Disclaimer: I’m not really sure where I got this prompt from but I’ll update this post if I find the original. Hop you enjoyed my little story of a 1 night stand gone wrong. I just let my mind wonder on this one. View my previous posts until tomorrow. Follow me on IG. I follow everyone back.

Writing Prompt #33

Writing Prompt 33: Write an open letter to a group of people

Dear Group,

Sometimes I try and put myself in your shoes and try to see the world from your point of view. But it still doesn’t give me a clue to why your filled with hatred. You hate me because of how I look. Not how I act or live. No matter how much someone tries and sugar coat it. The overbearing hatred for me and my people is crazy.

How do you look at me and is automatically filled with hate? The fact that others like you have been around for centuries and decades is why this continues to be a problem. Then there’s no getting through to you or others like you. If we could talk things out maybe me and you could get a better grasp on this thing called life.

You have to understand that we are all important. We were all born into this life with different circumstances. Your view is different from mines. But if you would listen then you would understand. The problems I face you don’t face because you don’t get this treatment.

Writing Prompt #32

One thing I’ve always wished for is

Today, this moment right now. You’re probably reading and wondering what I’m talking about. But today is my operation day. I imagine I’m in a deep sleep with a smile on my face because I finally got what I wished for. The chance to lose weight and keep it off.

This journey has been long but I made it long. I told myself I couldn’t lose the weight before I ever stepped foot in the gym. I downplayed my own ability. I started this process at 434 pounds. Heck, I even made a poem about it back in 2016. Threatening to disable it.

I lost some weight and felt like the king of the world. Until I gained 20 pounds. Then after that, I found myself on a never-ending elevator. My weight went up for one appointment. Went down the next. I made this process hard.

Once I finally got it through my head I can do it. I dropped my weight to the lowest weight I had seen since high school. When I thought this day would never come it did. I got the one thing I really wanted this year. The gastric sleeve surgery.

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Happy Mothers Day!

Writing Prompt #31: The most important thing my mom taught me to

To Do It myself. In her words exactly, no one and I repeat no one can do hard work for you. You have to put in the hard work needed to win. If you want to get through something it starts with you. Nobody else can do it for you.

That’s it for this post. I was taught a lot of other lessons but that’s my favorite one. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there. View my previous posts until tomorrow. Subscribe to my mailing list to stay updated on my blog post.