Short Stories

Perish Island: A Short Thriller (Chapter 1)

It was the third time that I had woken up from the same dream. It was always the same. Scary. Daunting. Unreal. I could never figure out why I kept dreaming about the same thing. Was it trying to warn me? Tell me something? Or was it just a side effect from the pint of ice cream I had last night before bed?

I looked at the bed side clock. It was barely 3. That had to be a sign too. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, checking everything off the list I had for things I had packed. Socks. Check. Underwear. Check. Pants. Check. Bra. Check. By the time I had gone through the list, t was 3:12. I rolled over and closed my eyes. Drifting back to sleep. The dream continued.

I was running through the woods! Someone, or something was chasing me. I couldn’t seem to shake them, or it. I heard the footsteps running after me, but barely over the sound of my heart racing. I was coming to the edge of a cliff, nothing but roaring waters down below. I still heard the footsteps, running.

I saw the shadows but I couldn’t tell from which direction. Was it more than one? I weighed my options. If I jump, I die by drowning. If I stay here and get captured, I die. Neither option had a good ending so I went with the first one and jumped. I screamed on the way down. I felt hands on my shoulders, someone shaking me and calling my name.

“Iris! Wake up! Iris! Iris!”

I jolted up in my bed. It was daylight. Already? How long had I been dreaming. I looked at the clock. It was 7 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes.

“You were having that dream again, weren’t you?” asked my sister, Tasia.

“Yeah, and I’m so sick of it. I don’t know what any of it means and I feel like something is going to happen soon. That I am going to actually live out this dream.”

“You know mom always said…”

“Yeah, mom always said, ‘My dear, you have the gift of premonitions. Use that gift wisely.’ But hell, I die in this so called premonition.”

“Well, maybe it’s not a premonition, maybe you’re just stressed about this trip. It’s a big story for you to try to uncover and you’re under a lot of pressure.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Well, you should probably be getting ready. I packed you some food for the bus and boat ride,” she sad before leaving.

“Thanks,” I called after her.

I showered and got dressed. Bringing my suitcase down the stairs, I could hear the television.

“Breaking News! We just got word that the storms are brewing around Perish Island. Any travelers, we highly advise that you hold off on your trip until the storms have passed.”

I walked in as my sister turned to look at me, with that look in her eyes.

“Tasia, don’t be silly. That storm could end up going the other way.”

“Iris, you know the stories behind that island, which is why you’re going there. You know it’s dangerous as is and now these storms? You want to risk your life just for some views on your blog?”

“Tasia it’s more than that. You know I want my blog to turn into a source of income and for other bloggers and websites to take me seriously. All of these pieces lately haven’t been as buzzworthy and you know I can’t stand celebrity gossip.”

“I know but still, I worry. We are all we have left,” she sulked.

“We have Jermail.”

“You have Jermail.”

“Hey, you know he loves you too.”

“Just be careful.”

“I promise,” I said as I went over and hugged her.

“I’m glad Jermail is going with you.”

“I’m glad he is too,” I lied.

I hadn’t told my sister that Jermail and I had broken up a week ago and that I was doing this trip solo, hence why we broke up. He didn’t approve of me going alone, so I ended things. But I definitely wasn’t about to tell her that.

I heard the horn of the Uber and got my things and food she packed for me. She stood at the door and watched me off. I looked out the back window and waved. At that moment, I now realized, I should’ve never gone to Perish Island.

Short Stories

Short Story Sunday 3/12/2017 Hustle in Paris (an excerpt)

I trailed a finger down his chest to his dick, which to no surprise was just waiting to burst out of his pants.

“I…I’m a virgin,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Unzipping his pants, I pulled his dick out. He gasped and stiffened, looking at me. I stroked him softly and he put his hands on my ass, unsure if it was okay. I knelt down and licked the pre cum off his tip.

“You have to breathe or you will pass out.”

He let out a breath and relaxed. I sucked him fast and hard. He screamed as he let out the first nut, probably his first nut ever.

“Oh, fuck!” he said in French.

I pushed him against the wall, turned around, lifted my dress, grabbed his dick and pushed it in me. I bounced back and forth on him as he moaned and gasped. He grabbed my hips.

“Pull me faster,” I said. For a scrawny boy, he had some strength. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls.

“Ah, ah, fuck!” he screamed.

I pulled his dick out and led him back to the dining room. I pushed him in a chair and straddled him. He started to get the hang of it and pulled my breasts out, sucking on them. I bounced harder and faster. I reached behind to grab his balls, making sure he didn’t come in me. Just what I would need, a baby by a baby.

His balls were hard and I knew he was on the edge. I got up and sucked him dry, him screaming again. To my surprise, he got up and lifted my on to the table on my back. He spread my legs and sucked and licked me like a pro. This, he had most definitely done before.

He circled and sucked and licked and took all of me in his mouth. I came over and over. I screamed when he shoved his dick in, this time, him taking complete control. He breathed fast and hard and grabbed my breast, fucking me like his life depended on it. In so many ways this was wrong, but he was legal and it felt so good. Guess I can add cougar to my repertoire.

Short Stories

Pleasing Him


My legs are shaking and my sex is wet, anticipating when your lips will finally meet mine. Your oral assault on me gets me every time. But let’s switch it up for a change, brushing your hard staff with the tips of my fingers, making you rise inch by inch until you are fully erect. I get on my knees and bow to your manhood before I abruptly take you deep down my throat and suck like a Popsicle that’s about to melt on a hot day. I slurp and smack and spit, sloppy and messy. You groan and breathe quickly in and out. You tell me to slow down but I keep going, it’s my turn to be in control. I suck and slap it on my face as I suck your balls and lick beneath them while jacking your spit soaked dick. Your legs start shaking, your heart racing, you are ready to let go. I take you deep, my lips to your stomach and I squeeze your sack, my head going back and forth, sucking until I hear you shout my name. You spray your hot pleasure and I keep going, even though you’re done and you’re sensitive, you don’t stop me. I stand up, turn around and throw my ass back on your dick, fast and hard, I’m still in control. You cum again and I don’t move because I want your seeds to grow inside me. One last push back is my undoing and I cum all against your stomach and thigh. We lay back, panting, spent and think about the next time our bodies meet again.

All Things Writing

How to Write a Novel

Writing a novel can be very overwhelming, even for professional and expert writers. Coming up with ideas, organizing, editing, expanding, building characters, setting, plot, etc., is a lot of work for one person. For me, many of my ideas stem from past experiences, fantasies, desires, things I’ve seen or heard, really just from all over the place. Here are some tips on how to get writing.

  • Choose a place to write that is not near people or any distractions. This will keep you from prolonging the writing process and from doing other things that don’t involve writing.
  • Music/Silence – this really depends on you as a person. Sometimes I need music and sometimes I need complete silence.
  • Snacks are always good to have when you plan to write for an extended period of time. For one, this feeds the brain and the second thing is it keeps you from stopping the writing process to get up and go get something to eat.
  • Ideas are very important to have before you sit down to write. If you don’t have any ideas beforehand, you will be staring at a blank page for quite some time. Always have ideas ahead of time.
  • Brainstorm these ideas after you get situated. Now that you have your ideas written down, see if you can develop them into something good.
  • Setting and plot are the next step. These come before characters because you need to first know where the characters will be and what will they be doing. For all intents and purposes, while figuring out your setting and plot, name the people P1, P2, and so on.
  • Characters will be the next thing to do. Figuring out your antagonist(s), protagonist(s), supporting characters and extras. All of these people make up a story so it’s good to make a list of each person.
  • Give background on your characters (i.e. age, occupation, appearance, personality, etc.). This is important so that your readers can relate to these people and the story.
  • Figure out who your characters are in relation to one another (i.e. parents, children, friends, siblings, partners, enemies, etc.). You can’t just have a book full of characters and they never interact with each other.
  • Now you are ready to write the first line. Make sure that the first line of your novel is a catcher. If the first line isn’t good, you’ve lost your readers.
  • Continue writing the first chapter, prologue, introduction, what have you.
  • Once the first chapter is done, write the next and so on. This doesn’t have to be done in one setting. You can do and hour a day, a chapter a day, whatever makes you feel comfortable.
  • If you don’t feel like writing, don’t. It’s best to not write when you don’t feel like it to save you from writing something that you later will delete because it was terrible.
  • Once you feel like you have a finished product, go back through it and see where you can expand or omit. Don’t worry about fixing grammar, spelling, punctuation. Look through to make sure you were clear, characters were properly developed, each scene makes sense, the plot and storyline are well thought out and laid out. You are just making sure the story will be understood by the reader.
  • Now that you have done that, go back through and edit for syntax, sentence structure, punctuation, spelling, grammar, etc. It is also best to have a second set of eyes go over it. Pick someone that you trust to go over your work and give you honest, yet constructive, criticism.
  • Once that is done, go over it one more time to be sure that it is how you want it to be.

Stay tuned for my next post on the next step in this process, How to Publish a Novel.

All Things Writing

Journaling

Writing is a form of healing expression


Growing up, my mom would buy me diaries for birthdays and Christmases. I wrote through all of them, poems, my feelings and thoughts, my latest crush, everything. I was one of those kids who loved to write. Even when I wrote letters to my friends, they were always more than two pages, front and back, all for one idea. They hated it, but I didn’t care. When I express myself through writing, I have to add every single thought that comes to mind, even if it is irrelevant. I do that when I make YouTube videos as well, but I edit some of it out.

Recently, I got back in to personal writing, or journaling as most call it. It has proven to be very rewarding. I bought a few of those composition books that kids use for school, the ones that are $.88 at Walmart. I am already half way through one and another is being used as my prayer journal. I think that is why I have been so stressed lately because I don’t typically talk to people about my problems, and when I write, I leave it all on the paper, close the book and I feel better. I feel like a weight has been lifted.

I highly recommend to those who feel like there is no on listening to their problems, to write in a journal. You don’t necessarily have to talk to someone about everything that is going on because nine times out of ten, people get tired of hearing it. Writing it in a journal, you are still putting it out into the universe and not bottling it up inside. I can guarantee that if you spend at least 10 minutes a day writing (I typically do one to two hours), you will feel a sense of relief. I write longer only because I have a lot bottled up inside and it is hard to stop writing once I start. Many thoughts come to me at one time.

I’ll give an example of when I write. I don’t normally write two hours straight. First thing in the morning, I have to use the bathroom. So I take my journal and pencil and I write what I like to call “Toilet Thoughts.” It’s really about how I am feeling that morning, the dreams I had the night before and how I feel the day may go. That really helps to get the negative feelings out. If I feel a sense of negativity, I write in order to put the negativity into the journal, and get it out of my mind, body and spirit. It really does work because then my day turns out better. This actually happened this morning. I had terrible dreams last night that when I woke up this morning, I felt terrible. I was sad and down. So I had my “toilet thoughts” session and I feel more empowered to take on the day.

I know quite a few people who journal and I’ve heard how it has helped them. I feel like it can help anyone and no, you do not have to be a writer to journal. No one ill see it so it is okay to misspell words, use ebonics, write like you’re texting. Me on the other hand, since I don’t do any of that in my regular writing or texting, I don’t do that in my journal. Because I’m a writer, it would bother me too much (don’t judge my life, lol).

If you decide to take up journaling, please don’t be afraid to let me know how it goes. I would love to hear from you if it has helped, and even if it hasn’t. If you do journal, let me know how it has helped you.

Stayed tuned for my next post about music I listen to while writing my novels, journaling, or any other type of wordsmithing.