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Tripping Prince Charming-ROMANCE

Tripping Prince Charming-ROMANCE
Romance to Squeeze Your Heart

When Clouds Touch - FATED ROMANCE

When Clouds Touch - FATED ROMANCE
Fixes the Fault in the Stars

Birth of Controversies #abortion #infertility

Birth of Controversies #abortion #infertility
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D.N.A-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same

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I Don't Dance. Yet, Malachi will do anything for Paisley. #romance #AsianAmerican #albanisim

I Don't Dance~ Excerpt from #romance novel When Clouds Touch I love this scene from When Clouds Touch. Little acts of cute, endearing moments draw the readers into the story. This one is a dance scene. When Clouds Touch is the embodiment of a story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi. Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she yearns for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health. Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an illusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

EXCERPT: “Paisley,” Malachi, tipping on his cotton encased toes, laughed self consciously. “I feel stupid.” “But you’re gorgeous. Oh, Malachi,” She giggled. "If you could see the you I’m seeing, you would love the way your muscles are popping through those tights. 

You’re doing so much to my senses.” “You lie. You just talked me into these tights because I made fun of those ballet dancing guys on that movie. I see you laughing at me behind your hands. I told you I don’t dance, but since I promised I would do this just for you, I’ll get it over.” Jumping in the air to try one of the dainty twirls she’d showed him, he slipped on the hard wood floor and landed in a laughing withering ball of pain. He rolled from side to side howling like an injured mutt. Clutching first one knee than the other, issuing them comfort, stopping short when he realized she was filming him with her phone. “You wait Paisley, I owe you big time.” Pulling his weight upright to his knees until he was waist height to Paisley, Malachi crawled after her as she backed out of his reach, chasing her around the room while reaching for her phone. “You take me completely out of my element and then you film it. You can believe I’ll never dance for you again.” On the end of the second trip around the sofa he over took her and tilted her to the cushion of the couch. Tickling her until he claimed control of the phone. This video fits so well.

Y'all know what its about. Patriotic Racism won't change the facts. #AllLivesMatterWhenYOUCanSayBlackLivesMatter #BeadsOnAString

Patriotic Racism: Filthy, bloody sheets stained with stars & stripes. #BlackHistoryIsWhiteAmericanHistory and we're all reliving it. In 1965, Black Americans were arrested for owning flags. #BeadsOnAString Your racism disrespects the flag. #alllivesmatterwhenYOUcansayBlacklivesmatter

A child is given to a stalker by his preschool teacher. Ey Wade's THE PERFECT SOLUTION #suspense MOTHER'S DAY SALE

 A child is given to a stalker by his preschool teacher. Get to know this determined mother.

"You did the right things, Ms. Teddi. This is not your fault." Detective Williams put the envelope under the clip of the board she was carrying. "Stay near the telephone when you return home. A unit will be there before the night is over to put a tracer on the line. All of your calls will be monitored until your son is returned or the tap is no longer necessary."
"What do you mean 'no longer necessary'? What are you saying? You think Brhin will be killed, don't you?"
"Cat, stop that." Phae ran to Catrine and yanked her hands from the lapels of the officer's jacket. "Calm down. And take that nasty thing out of your mouth." She slapped the curved, barely smoked cigarette from between Catrine's lips. You gave up smoking, remember? Retrieving bad habits will not make things better. Let's go to your house. You left the answering machine on didn't you? Good." Phalene smiled at the affirmative nod of Catrine's head. "Someone may have called." She climbed into the car and started the motor.
Catrine and Austin followed Phae's actions a little slower.
"Yes. You're right." Catrine turned to the detective. "I am sorry, Detective Williams. I didn't mean to grab you like that."
"I understand." Detective Williams brushed aside the apology. "Detective Serge and I will be to your home as soon as we finish up here. Try and get some rest. It won't do your son any good to come home and find out you've broken down."
"That still doesn't make the idea of resting a foreseen possibility." Catrine pulled the hat off of her head before climbing into her sister's car. She let her head fall to the headrest of the car as Phae sped out of the parking lot. "God, Phae what will I ever do without Brhin? I won't be able to go on."
"I have no answers, Catrine. I think about how I would feel right now if one of my girls were missing and all I can think of is 'stunned'. I cannot imagine what I would be doing at this very moment."


Shiningbal, TX: Where the perverted go to play, prey, &; Take The Fishing Trip.#thriller

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Penny is highly upset, she just learned about her brother-in-law being a pedophile and then has to deal with the innuendos from the sheriff. Let's peek in...

Besides, I have a few questions I need to ask Penny.”
“What kind of questions?” She resumed her perch on the edge of the desk.
“Uhm, how long has your sister and Bertrand lived in this house? Were the lights already here? How long have they been married? I know he was an author, but for how long? How long has….”
“Hold on a minute. Some of these questions you can wait and ask my sister. They aren’t my business and I don’t want to get anything screwed up.”
“These aren’t hard questions, Penny for god’s sakes. Maybe this is why you people lose your cases. You don’t want to answer questions.”
“Wait a damned minute. Maybe we lose our cases because all of the people in control of Shiningbal’s legal system are sorry assed, perverted, s.o.b.s who get  kicks out of men that hurt children. If you want me to answer questions, ask some that pertain to me.” She angrily poked herself in the chest. “Ask some, while I have my recorder on so my damned words don’t get screwed around and thrown out of court.” Pulling a small tape recorder from a shelf above the desktop computer she slammed it on the desk near the laptop. “I’m not playing with your ass, or any asses of anyone, who may have been involved in the torture and rape of my little nieces. Now, if you wanna ask me another question, I’ll answer it as a citizen with the recorder on. I’ve been through enough damned cases in family court to know you people don’t play fair. And you should know right now, I’m not fucking playing.” Turning to the door she angrily pointed at the dog standing in defense mode in its opening. “Graham, blanket god damnit and don’t come back in here.”
And then she felt bad at the way his head drooped as he went back to lie near the boy. She knew he had only appeared and was only responding in protective instinct to the pitch and angry tone of her voice, but she didn’t care. As she'd stated earlier, she was no longer playing or just following the rules.
She watched Hennessey, sitting slightly behind Gunner, disconnect, slide the zip drive into her pocket and replace it with another one, acknowledged the wink of encouragement she gave with a small lift of her head, and then turned back to look at Gunner who was staring at her with an odd look on his face.
“What? What the hell is wrong with you, Gunner? Why are you staring at me?”
“I was wondering the same thing about you. You’re kinda pissed off about nothing. A few little questions and you nearly eat mine and the poor dog’s head off.”
“Pissed off about nothing?” Totally shocked at the comment, Penny raised her arms in the air in angry exasperation. “You think a ring of child molesters is ‘nothing’? How long have you been in this town? You weren’t even born here and yet you fit like a perfect lost piece of shit. All I want is justice here. Since I’m not involved in this case I’m going to take my kid and my dog home. I don’t want it to be said I interfered in any way. You won’t be able to use my presence as an excuse not to do your job. If you want to question me, call me into the office and have your recorder on the table, ‘cause I will be bringing mine. Oh and another thing. I have pictures of everything in this house so don’t try stealing anything Gunner. I’ll call my sister from home.”

Motherly Love for Sale at Wade-In Bookstore #NA #suspense #thriller #drama

  5 uniquely beautiful stories of life, love, and the heart of a mother.

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I am so excited. Today we are having an interview cum Mother's celebration dinner. Our main guests will be:
  •  Debney Armstrong from the novel D.N.A.,
  •  Catrine, the mother of little Brhin-Kristoffer Teddi from The Perfect Solution 
  • and all of the ladies from The Women on the Hill. Anabelle Lee from Ribbons & Bell and Penny( The Fishing Trip) are also here, but aren't sure they want to speak. 
Of course we have invited others from the great imagination of our author Ey Wade, they will be hosting the dinner to honor the mothers, the men will serve.
Let's join the dinner already in progress.

    Austin Sanchez (Perfect Solution) entered the dining room juggling three baskets of fresh home made rolls, placing one on each of the long tables.
    "I hope everyone is hungry, Bernard (Tripping Prince Charming) is pushing the cart and coming behind me."
    The good natured cheering and hurrahing helped usher in the foods and party atmosphere. 
   "So, ladies..." Catrine(The Perfect Solution) tapped her water class with the prongs of her fork. "Ey has given me one question for all of you to answer. Who's brave enough to jump in and start this off?"
    "You know me, I don't have a bit of fear, so I'll start." Penny (The Fishing Trip) placed her fork on the edge of her plate, rested elbows on table and rested her chin between the knuckles of her right hand. "What's the question? "

Are you brave enough to step between the love of a mother for her child?

"When Mama Don't Play" by Ey Wade on Ganxy


D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same- Debney Nichole Armstrong thought she knew everything about her family. She knew her dad worked hard at everything, except building a relationship with his family. She knew her younger brothers were typical little kids, and she knew her mother, for some unknown reason, disliked her first born and only daughter. What she really needed to know was did her mother contribute to the ‘accident’? Who is the man repeatedly mentioned in her mother’s journals? Where were the bodies of her ten year old twin brothers, and who is the father of the child she now carries? No matter what the answers are, Debney knows, nothing will ever be the same.
D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same 

othing was as it had been. From the bathroom she could see in the closet and into the newly renovated nursery. It was now totally official; she was going to have a baby. Standing in the nursery she smoothed the blanket in the crib. It was ridiculous how ‘right' being pregnant felt. Sure it was the last position a teen should find be in, but it seemed as if she had been thrown a lifeline and the exact thing she needed at this time in her life. Mrs. Cook had often told her God didn't make mistakes and everything would work out for the best. She was resting the remainder of her sanity on that statement.

"We did a good job huh?" Nadine entered the closet and stood next to her.

 "Yes. I can't believe I'm really having a baby, a real person. For months I've felt it moving, punching and kicking me, but when I walked in just now it really clicked that I'm going to be a mother. In a few days I will be holding the life of another human being in my hands." She looked at the small item of clothing Nadine held in her hands. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid I may turn into the conniving vindictive person my mother was. How in the world am I going to teach this child to love others when my own mother couldn't love me?"

 "Debney, first of all stop comparing yourself to Nicole Armstrong. You are nothing like her. From day one when your mother realized she was pregnant she wanted to get rid of you. You found out you were pregnant and you decided to have a baby. You hired a midwife and changed your eating habits. When Nicole wanted a nursery for her children she cleared a room on a different floor, and hired a decorator. You grabbed some paint and a couple of friends and spent an entire weekend renovating a closet so the baby can sleep in the same room. When that woman had here babies she threw them into the arms of nannies and au pairs. You will more than likely drag the little snot dripper with us wherever we go. So, you are nothing like Nicole you are going to be a mother and she was a woman who had a couple of babies."

"Dang Deenie," Debney blinked, crying without noticing she quickly wiped the tear that fell from her lashes. Her friend's words encouraged her more than anything she' heard in months. "Aren't you damned inspirational early in the morning? I just may have to keep you around as an ego booster."
"D.N.A.- Nothing Would Ever Be The Same" by Ey Wade on Ganxy


The Perfect Solution  A child is given to a stalker.THE PERFECT SOLUTION #suspense Everyone loves three year old Brhin Teddi. His single mother, Catrine, loves him. His aunt and uncle and cousins love him.
The teachers at his daycare center, The Perfect Solution, love him. And someone in the shadows, watching, following and planning, loves him so much she’s ready to destroy countless lives to have him. A terrifying look into the world of childcare, its weaknesses and the terrible cost of those weaknesses.THE PERFECT SOLUTION
 What if the decisions you've made for your life, endangers the life of your child?

Catrine stepped back and looked around the room. Lifting her face towards the ceiling, she blinked to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry," she repeated. "I'm just… I don't know lost, hurt and profoundly disappointed." Her hand fluttered in the air in frustration. "I think I have cried more here than I have ever done in my entire life. I just can't take it in." Catrine shook her head in confusion. "I have never been so disillusioned. I put my trust in you." She glared angrily. "I placed the most precious thing I had in the world in your hands and you people did not take your job seriously. Do you understand how important your presence is here? This is not just a baby-sitting thing. You are responsible for lives, lives that depend totally on you when they are here." Catrine quickly bypassed the detective and stood in front of Mrs. Wall. "You have absolutely no business," she angrily jabbed a finger into the woman's chest with every word she spoke. "no, business at all having any control over the lives of so many children. None of you do." Her voice broke with the bluntness of her words as she turned and waved her hand to include the entire staff of the day care center. "All of you should be held responsible for neglect, and abuse and I will make sure that you are."

The Perfect Solution- A Suspense of Choices "The Perfect Solution-A Suspense in Choices" by Ey Wade on Ganxy


 The Women of the Hil,l is an affair to remember. It is the first book in the series Yes, Sam Takes Care of me.
Sam a jealous provider and protector who simultaneously gives and takes away in this tale of five female friends sharing in the trials and humiliations of having a relationship with the same person.THE WOMEN OF THE HILL

The Women of the Hill "The Women of the Hill" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

The Fishing Trip-A Trial by Water, Execution, and a Deliverance of Retribution

 When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to be coming the
monster? Set in Shiningbal, Texas where the perverted go to disappear; sexual abuse of children is the norm and when the legal system only increases the violation, this isn't the time for redemption to play nice. Married and mom of one, Penny Brooks aids the town's avenger to save those in need. The Fishing Trip
 What really goes through the mind after a night on The Fishing Trip ? Can it ever be 'life as usual', again?
Penny finished clearing the dishes to the sounds of her husband and son gathering their things and leaving the house. At the final slam of the front door she rushed up the stairs and into the bedroom to gather her clothes from the night before. After arriving home in the early hours, she’d only had time to strip in the hallway and push the damp smelly clothes under the huge wardrobe in the corner of the room, before slipping into the shower.  She hadn’t dared wear them to walk all the way across the bedroom to the bathroom in case Josh would have awakened and questioned her wet dank presence. She'd been frightened out of her wits when she’d heard him peek into the bathroom, but pretended she hadn’t and when she slid into bed, he just pulled her close and never questioned. She knew the lack of interrogation wouldn’t continue because his natural instinct as well as his profession as a police detective, always caused him to want to be in the know of everything.

      Holding the reeking pile of clothes as far away from her body as her outstretched arms would allow, she tried not to wretch as she rushed back down the stairs, through the kitchen and garage to the edge of the street where she dumped the bundle into the trashcan at the end of the yard.
 Hopping back to the house through the grass on naked toes, wet from the rains from the night before. As she closed the door to the kitchen she could hear the clanging mechanical sounds of the garbage truck coming around the corner and thanked God for making everything work in her favor. She moved to push her hair away from her face but stopped short at the whiff of decay on her finger tips and gagged.

      “Ack, my hands stink,” she gagged again. “And my stomach is too damned weak for this kind of thing.” She scrubbed her hands under the kitchen faucet. “I better take another shower and get the hell on off to work.”

      Under the shower, the feel of water from the dead body hitting the murky depths played over and over again in her mind. Pressing home the fact she would be useless out in the field in such a state.

      Even though she knew the necessity of the fishing trips and had gladly fallen into the procedure, the act of premeditated murder would sometimes spark a flame of guilt. True she had never been part of the final elimination of breath, but her presence was in essence the reason the perpetrator was there. Scrubbing hard at her breast she shuddered at the remembered touch of last night’s victim’s hand as it had pushed under her sweater. Looking at her skin she noticed the scratches she hadn’t seen the night before and cursed. She would now have to make up a story to keep Joshua from going left. It was bad enough she was lying to him about the emergency night calls and making him worry about her safety, without having to make up an explanation for the unnecessary wounds.

      Last night was a nightmare she never wanted to relive. It was the closest she had ever come to being raped when dealing with one of the pedophiles. He had been a huge, cruel and insensitive man and she had given a sigh of relief when his body disappeared in the whirlpool of Clear Lake’s waters. Most of the other creeps tried to use a gentle cajoling method to seduce her, believing her to be a child of 15 or 16, but this guy had been a pig. From the time she and Durham had met at the assigned place the guy had been all over her. The plan had been for Durham to pretend to be her boyfriend and arranger of the meeting. They were to get the guy in the car and to the woods as quick as possible, but from the start it had gone awry.

     Sitting in the backseat with the perpetrator Penny had immediately been made aware the guy was a violent type of pervert who got his kicks from the brutality of the sexual act he would force on a child. He had thrown her on her back and practically had her pants off before the car was shifted into drive.
Totally engrossed in the fight to protect herself she was unaware of Durham pulling over or getting in the backseat. One minute she was in a struggle for her life and the next she was sucking in the last putrid gusts of breath the creep gasped. Durham lifted the man's dead weight off of her and pushed him to the floor without saying a word until he was back behind the steering wheel.

      "Do you ever get tired of doing this Durham?" Feeling as if she would break down and cry, Penny kept her head down and out of his field of vision possible through the rear view mirror.

      "Listen, Penny. You can stop anytime you want. This is more dangerous for you than it is for me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Hell, you wonder if I get tired. Hell yeah I do, but the laws especially in Shiningbal give me no choice. I can’t sit around and let men like that scum continue to prey on defenseless children and get away with it. I’m sure if a common person were to find out about what I am doing they would be torn between two minds. One side would negate me into the role of a murderer while the other side, the more truthful side, would applaud me for taking a stand and ridding the world of useless and dispensable trash.

      Just think how we have saved the sanity and sanctity of three little children and you will be able to make it through the rest of the night. This guy had been married three times and in each marriage it has ended the same. He rapes and brutalizes the children. Tortures them mentally and just moves on. He plotted his own destiny. And if I forget my reason for why I continue my mission, I just back up and remember my childhood and a little girl who never had a chance. Men like him make me want to run up and down the street shooting their kind without a second thought. Just imagine him on top of those little children, bastard."

      Closing her eyes for a moment, she didn’t have to imagine. The fear during those moments would remain in her mind forever. The weight and the determination of the guy had frightened pure hell out of her. She'd adjusted her clothing and climbed over the front seat uncaring that the car was traveling at break neck speed. She just wanted to be as far away from the dead body as possible in the confines of the car. She had been put with Durham a few times, but had never felt any inkling of danger. Every other guy had seemed harmless both in appearance and mannerisms. Their 'trade mark' as Durham called them. Though she much preferred dealing with the mild mannered perpetrators she didn't know how much longer she would be able to play judge, jury, or executioner. It was all getting hard to stomach.
The Fishing Trip- A Trial by Water, Execution and a Deliverance of Retribution: "The Fishing Trip- A Trial by Water, Execution and a Deliverance of Retribution" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

: Ribbons & Belle  W anting something so badly, tears flow.
Anabelle Lee carefully slotted the test tubes into their assigned spots. The gray matter rising from the liquid nitrogen in the vacuum lined tanks, gave her the urge to cough, but she dared not. Any amount of germs had the potential of contamination and death to the minute life forms. At least, that’s how she felt.

Closing the lid to the container, she pushed the required buttons, locked the precious vials and lowered them to safety. With one last look over her shoulder before leaving the room, Anabelle sighed and closed the door. She hadn't realized she was crying until her friend and fellow embryologists, slid a wad of Kleenex into her hands.

"Belle, why do you do this to yourself? I just don't understand. No one coming in here deserves a child more than you. You know all of the risks, you see the donor lists and can have your pick. Call your gyne for counseling and set yourself up for In Vitro or artificial insemination."

"I want to, but I don't want to be disappointed. I’m not sure I’m ready for another heartache."

"I can understand your feelings after everything you’ve been through and that sorry assed husband of yours leaving right after you lost the baby. He didn’t even hang around long enough to see her buried. But that was three years ago. He's moved on with life, married someone else and has a baby of his own. You deserve that same kind of happiness.

Go out, pick you a live body and either get you some and have you a baby or count up your pennies and splurge on a test tube. Here,” Sunny riffled through the pockets of her scrubs, pulling out hands full of change and paraphernalia, sorting through to put the coins on the desk and push in Belle’s direction.“Here’s seventy-five cents, to start the fund."

Belle, choked and giggled at the same time, which ended up sounding like an animal being tortured and caused her to end up wobbling in her chair and banging against the desk from laughter
"God, you're so crass, Sunny. You make it sound as if I'm walking into the cosmetic aisle of any mass market store and picking out a tube of lipstick."

"Well, having the right tube is just as important as having the perfect shade of color on your lips. You know, that batch you just locked into that frozen pits of a tundra, does have one of the best specimens. Or you can simply pluck him from his office, drug him, take him home, and tuck him into your bed. Not to sleep of course. The two...”

“Stop, that’s just a stupid rumor, I’m sure. Something to keep the nurses speculating. Anyway we practically work together. I can’t use him like that.” Annabelle straightened herself under the desk and began ticking the keys of the computer. “Besides, who says he would go anywhere with me?”

“Anabelle Lee,” Sunny slapped a folder on the desktop, as close to Belle’s hand as she could without hitting her. Sending the coins flying in all directions as they hit the floor. “You only pay attention to what you want to see. I’m telling you what I see every time Tyson Ribbons comes in here. A guy with the most piercing baby blue, bedroom eyes. Somewhere I bet he would love for you to be with him. You, on the other hand, never get a peek at the lustful glances he sends your way when he walks up, because you stick your head behind a folder or run into another room, as soon as you notice him in the building.”

“No, I don’t. Not intentionally.”

“Yes, you do. If you think I’m wrong, prove it to me. Stay right where you are because the oh so cute, Dr. Ribbons is turning the corner.”

The smack of her head to the edge of her chair as she dived to the floor, combined with the loud laughter cracking the silence of the quiet hallway, let Belle know she’d been tricked.

Shaking off Sunny’s offered hand, Annabelle tried to use her elbows on the seat of the chair to pull herself up. Nearly falling face first. Knees sliding across the linoleum, as she held on, chasing the mockingly rolling chair
."Ribbons & Belle" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

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    Believe in You. U is for...Uninspired #amwriting #selfesteem #thingslegendsaremadeof

    U is for...U-Inspired
    by Ey Wade
    I have so much to say about the letter ‘U’. Beginning with the fact it is the perfect name for that unexpected quick turn in the middle of any street when you are lost. It is the saving maneuver from any incident or situation in which you find yourself cornered. You can just turn around and start over. Never stopping, never giving up.
    ‘U’ will save your life. When you feel unloved, unwanted; ‘U’ will unite you with people you would never have imagined yourself connected. And the relationships will be wonderful. No one is unfriendly when you are around.
    When you feel you are small and unimportant…here comes ‘U’, trotting along to uplift you with the glories and wonders of the Universe. All that is small is neither lost nor useless. U will show you how unique you are among the many who strive to accomplish the same goals you seek.
    ‘U’ will be undaunted, unbreakable, and unbeatable in its determination to help you become
    successful in all of your heart’s desires.
    In the end, ‘U’ unveils itself to show in life it is always and always has been behind YOU and you should trust and believe in yourself

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    Heartstrings, soul-ties and wishful thinking.
    Four shorts and a long tale of fortitude through difficult

    Four shorts and a long tale of fortitude
    through difficult relationships, tugged heartstrings, soul-ties and
    wishful thinking.

    Lesson Between the Lines- A woman ruminates on the lessons learned from an ex lover.

    The Battle is Not Between Us-A woman confronts whom she thinks is the person having an affair with her husband.

    No Regrets- A rejected wife and mother of eight finally takes a stand and
    puts an end to the mistreatment she receives from an ex-husband.

    The Cooking Class- Franklin Henderson finds his true love behind the recipes in a cooking class.

     A young mother, thrown out of her home by her husband and her child
    taken away finds out love can heal a broken heart                    

    Pages from Debney's Diary-D.N.A-Nothing Would Ever Be the Same #NA #teenpregnancy

    *chuckling* I have to laugh a little when one of my characters complains about the scenes from their lives. Especially as I write them, the way they tell me. Take a look at Dewey's day with the Not the Daddy talk show. You have to pop over for the full conversation. You'll enjoy it. Here she is: 

    I just had to write this...
    At times, my author Ey Wade puts me in situations that would make an adult flip out. For example, the nerve wrecking, potentially humiliating time she put me on the Not the Daddy TV show. I wanted to kill and then pull all my hair out. If you think it wasn't stressful, just look at the following scene:
    "Okay, please welcome Debney Nichole Armstrong to the show."
    The audience's boos, ridicules, and catcalls were so loud Debney didn't hear F.J. James announce her. Nervous and a little reluctant to move she almost stumbled up the steps when the assistant prodded her to go forward. Hurrying up the small ramp to the stage she faltered at the rush of angry cruel energy in the studio. The smothering urge to turn and run caused bile to rise in her throat and she thought she would pass out. The wave of F.Js hand in front of her face the distraction she needed to bring her back to reality.
    As she walked down the remaining steps and in front of the panel on the stage she reminded herself that if it weren't for the future of the baby she swore she would just turn around and walk out of the room. She had very little urge to expose her life in front of a group people who didn't know her from the proverbial Eve and had already made up their minds to condemn her as a free flying teenage whore. Taking in and releasing a deep breath she focused her attention on the widely smiling host of the show.
    . "Hi Debney" he pointed to the only vacant out of the five chairs beside his stationed on the stage. "Here have a seat. Mind if I call you Debbie or should I call you by the name the kids call you in school? What was that?"
    "DNA." Three of the guys shouted.
    Giante' moved his chair just a bit to distance himself from the others and lowered his gaze before looking away from her. Sitting down Debney forced a smile to her face before answering F.J. James. Obviously the gloves were off.

    A Different View of Valerie Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life by Ey Wade

    A Different View of Valerie. Another Snap of a Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life by Ey Wade #amwriting #shortstory There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

        "A father and child, aching for time together."

    Major wanted to spend time with his best girl. He and she were heartbroken- unable to spend time together, because of his job.
    He watched tears roll down her face every morning before he turned to walk across the room. Her wails loud and clear before the snap of the door shut them out behind him. He had to be honest, there were many days he'd shed a few while climbing in the car.
    But today was different, he'd walked back and forth on the beach. Cuddling Valerie’s tiny body. Holding her by her fingers, her tiny form wiggling above the rushing waves. Laughing along with her, when each cold splash covered her little toes. Hearing nothing but waves, birds, and bubbling chuckles.
    Sand between his toes, sun burning his skin, laughter lifting his spirits and love deep in his heart.
    He wanted to spend every minute with his best girl and she wanted nothing more than to rest her head on his shoulder and wrap her chubby arms around his neck.

    "Wrapped in Satin." a snap from Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life by Ey Wade.

     Wrapped in Satin. 5 y/o faces her 1st encounter with racism. Valerie-Living the Hell Outta Life. #amwriting There are millions of Valeries in the world &they all live one life.

    "I don't want to play with them anymore, Mom." Valerie tightly wrapped her five year old body within the dusty material of the drapes. "They say, I'm a thief, and I'm dirty." The thickness muffled her voice, but couldn't smother the sound of her weeping. "I never take their things. I wash myself hard, every night, but the color never comes off."

    Jane paused, her motion frozen by the words. Where she was thinking to comfort a little girl suffering from a childhood misunderstanding, she was now lost for words at the implication of what she'd just heard.

    Was she jumping to conclusions? Was it possible that her little girl was facing her first taste of racism? Reaching for the drapes, she was surprised at the frantic struggle from the child. "Honey, come out. Let me talk to you."

    "No, don't touch me. The color will rub off on you. Then your friends won't play with you either."

    "Sweetie, come on out. I don't care about my friends. If they don't want to play with me, I'll find new friends who will. We'll find you new friends."
    Jane reached for the tiny hand clinging to the folds of the drapes, intertwining their fingers. Long, trembling, thin white fingers, squeezed between plump, brown, damp with tears, baby ones. Bending over, she pressed her lips to them. A tradition of comfort, since the day Valerie was adopted and brought into the home. "You are a queen little Val and don't you ever forget that. Anyone who sees you differently is blind, mean and jealous."

    "I'm a queen, Mom?"

    "You will always be a queen. Those little girls are just jealous." She peeked behind the curtain and whispered. "They're too mean to even be princesses." Valerie giggled."And you don't care if I'm dirty?"

    "Only if you're covered in chocolate. Then I'll have to tickle you and lick your face all over."

    Pulling the little girl from her hiding place, Jane tickled her on her tummy, until she fell to the floor and they rolled around laughing joyfully- trying to forget the hurt.

    Valerie Loves to Dance #romance #suspense #comdey #drama @jumpouttheboat

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    Each have one main thing in common, their name is, Valerie.
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    An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse,
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             Valerie Loves to Dance.
    "An Asian girl is ridiculed for her love of dance.
    Valerie loved to dance. It was as ingrained to her as dust spinning in a sandstorm. She would swing her long thin arms in the air as she twirled like the five years of training as a graceful ballerina, could bring her. That is, until she heard them snickering behind her. Saying how she was all coltish with arms the length of her legs which would probably wrap around her neck and kill her.
    The words stopped her cold in her tracks. Placing her hands on her small hips, she turned to look at those critiquing her, and studied their insolent poses with equal derision.
    "For your information, my arms happen to be the perfect size for my body height. Which is a helluva lot more than I can say for the size of your head on your tiny assed body Calhoun or your long assed feet Donny, and I'm not gonna say anything about that hot air balloon Jimmy James uses for a stomach."
    She knew those were fighting words for each of the three boys, but refused to back down. Instead, when they straightened their position to aggressive, hurt male pride; she moved her body from casually dismissive  to a thirteen year old with a black belt and seven years of practice behind her.
    She'd already fought each one of them privately and beat the hell out of them, it would be incomparable to what she would do to them in public. She had no fear, the one thing everyone knew on campus was - Valerie bothered no one and took no mess. Out of pure discrimination for her Asian race, many had tried and each had failed. Fighting and winning was a pride to her, even if it were stereotypical.
    "Are you guys sure you want to do this? I have no problem smacking you around, actually, I'll probably enjoy it." She smiled a little as she secured her waist length black hair into the elastic band taken from her wrist. "It will be like it was the last time. For each of you." The look of ashamed shock that passed between each of the boys, spoke volumes. Neither had told the other she had whooped them before. "Listen, that's in the past and between us. Let's let it go. Y'all go away and let me finish my dance practice or I can kick your asses in front of the entire school."
    Gesturing with her head, she indicated the gathering crowd of students who'd given up their boredom of recess to hopefully watch a fight. "Which will it be?" She looked from one to the other. "You guys should know me by now. We've been in the same school for how many years? Go away and leave me alone."
    For a second she took her eyes off of them and looked around the school ground. It was gorgeous, she liked it there-the majority of the time. Teachers were nice, most of the students were friendly, except the few who always wanted to challenge and be the first to best her. Wasn't going to happen. She absent mindedly waved at one of her friends in the crowd.
    "Okay, so what's it gonna be?” She turned back to face the boys. Not one had moved. None willing to be the first laid out for their friends to laugh at. “Let the little Asian girl beat the life outta your little butts in front of everyone or am I gonna dance?"
    Jimmy James, flopped his fat ass on the ground, huge puffs of dust escaping to the air in a rush for survival.
    "Shit, girl go on and dance. I'm not in a mood for fighting. And just so you know it," He rubbed his stomach. "I'm into weight training, now. One day, you gonna want this body."
    Falling to the ground laughing, his two friends punched and tussled him while she continued dancing. Ignoring them all.

    Ain't Enough Shuffling in the World #drama #comedy #life

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    Living the Hell Outta Life...

    There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.
    A little girl who wants to be a super hero. An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse, friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune, 
    and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.
    About females of all ages, race, and stations in life-
    Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie....
          *Ain't Enough Shuffling in the World*
    "Young and ready for a break in routine, Valerie joins her  friends for a night out."
    Valerie shuffled her feet, the action barely moving her two steps forward in the line. The fine powder of dust , billowing up before floating back down and landing on the toes of the formerly shiny polished tips of her patent leather shoes, pissed her off and she closed her eyes in frustration. The brief darkness only serving to anger her more.
    Shuffle-one small step, the breath in her chest tightened and her teeth clinched. The voice of her great great grandmother rose above the pounding of her heart. She pictured the frail old lady, nearly 108 years old, sprawled on the porch swing, her long, wrinkled, tired fingers dragging on the worn planks of wood. Mental and physical exhaustion such a huge shroud over her countenance, she kept her eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the children sitting on the wooden floor listening to her. Yet she knew they were there. Listening intently to her every word, as if the thoughts she spoke were from a fairytale, no- to her they were a nightmare.
    "Those men didn't care. They just pushed them along. Hands and feet bound to the body next to them. Didn't matter if that body was full grown or a child like my ma was. My ma would tell us of the odor of that ship, unclean flesh, salt water, fish, and rotting death. It was somethin' that remained with her 'til the day she died. Said it was burned into every hair hole in her nose. She never forgot the dying and the killing. For two days and nights she was bound to the body of her dead younger sister and those men didn't care. They just pushed them along."
    Shuffle- Valerie opened her eyes, peered over and beyond the shoulders of her friends in line in front of her. There weren't really that many people, something was just holding up the line.
    "Sure is taking a long time to get in. I didn't think there would be a line or that it would move this slow."
    "Gal, relax. What did you expect? Newest club on our side of town. Every body wants to get in."
    "Yeah, girl. Relax and move on up." Her best friend since childhood gave her a tiny shove from behind. "It's been a long week. I just wanna dance, maybe grab a warm male body and get the memory of being a damn near slave in that white woman's house, outta my mind."
    Shuffle- Valerie moved up the required steps, bent over and brushed the dirt from her shoes. The action bringing to mind her great grandmother's words. She'd taken up the habit of her now gone mother. Sitting on the porch swing, absently telling the children of the family's past. Constantly saying how they needed to honor their legacy. To stop being imitators of the White man.To become their equal or better and not to accept others putting them down. Every once in a while, she'd sip from her ice filled glass of root beer or swat at flies.
    "Dear Ma used to tell me of when I was a baby, how she would be sitting on the porch of the White woman's big house, nursing that white baby on her breast, and getting yelled at or slapped for not keeping the flies from landing on that baby's Lily white cheeks- while I would be laying in a box on the ground, crying from the discomfort of dirt, ants and flies on me. My little tummy empty because she wasn't allowed to feed or tend to me while that one was awake.
    She said there were many days she wanted to kill that baby.Wanted to kill them all. The woman, while she bathed her as if she were a child and the man, when he would throw her, anywhere- to have his way with her. But most of all, she wanted to kill that baby for taking food from my stomach. I loved Dear Ma."
    Shuffle- Valerie ignored the grumbling of her stomach and moved a little to her left so she could see around the line. What she saw pissed her off. Here she was, new dress, hair freshly styled, and standing in line for what, she looked at the face of her watch, twenty minutes? Only to find out the line was being controlled by a couple of overly made up light skinned wenches and an even lighter muscled bound jerk-cute as he was.
    "Wait a damn minute? Oh, hell naw!" Valerie moved completely out of line and put her hands on her hips. Stepping aside to let a couple of beautiful dark skinned ladies pass in front of her. Their humiliation written all over their downcast faces. She watched the slump in their backs deepen the further they got away from the line. Speaking loud enough to be heard from the end of the line to the beginning, Valerie pointed towards the trio.
    "You mean to tell me, I wasted my hard earned money on a new dress, spent time doin' my hair, dusted up my shoes in this damn line-shuffling like a slave on a death ship, only to find out, I gotta be tested by some uppity niggas, and a worn, greasy, crumpled brown paper bag before I can give them my money,just to hear some loud assed music, I can hear for free at home? You got me mixed up with some fools, niggas." She turned to see all of her friends and what was once an orderly line, peering and angrily joining her rant. But, as usual, some ignorant fool had to comment on the opposite side of the conversation.
    "Whatchu complainin' bout? You so white you don't need no bag, you could get your ass right on in there."
    "Yeah, but you can't. Why should I get in and others can't? Our money is the same color. So don't get an attitude with me. That's what's wrong with summa y'all, always ready to turn on the ones tryin' to be fair. I know what my family taught me and I'm not about to let some people tell me or my friends we ain't good enough for their beer joint cuz they're darker than a paper bag. I'm not the self hatin, wannabe bougie, they are." She thumbed in the direction of the trio huddled behind the card table at the entrance of the building. "And I'm taking my money somewhere else." She turned and stomped away. Her friends and half the line following.

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    Living the Hell Outta Life...
    There are millions of Valeries in the world & they all live one life.

    A little girl who wants to be a super hero,
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    Friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune,  
    and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.
    About females of all ages, race, and stations in life-
    Each have one thing in common, their name is Valerie.


    Valerie’s suburban life takes a sudden change.. Is it for the better?

    Valerie Amore dropped her head to the desktop at the cloying sing-song version of  her name.

    She hated it when her younger sisters did that. It was their way of teasing and pricking her nerves an annoyance tool used whenever they saw Jacob coming or leaving his house.As much as she hated herself for doing it, she pushed back her chair, and rushed to the window. Standing behind the curtains to drool at his back as he walked away. At least she hoped he would be walking away. The last time this routine was done, she'd ended up staring straight into his beautiful blue eyes and catching the remnant of his gorgeous smile. Remnants of it,  because he was forced to drop his hand when she'd been too stunned to return his wave. She'd stood there, embarrassed at being caught and humiliated by the fact, he'd heard her sisters then saw her in the window.
    The gig was up. Now it was obvious, Jacob knew what the song of her name was about and it had him practically slinking out of his own front door - that is, when he wasn't slipping out the back, strolling through the fields before appearing two doors down and in the neighbors yard. How humiliating.
    Moving as far behind the curtains as possible she dared to peek and was immediately dumbfounded to see Jacob,  standing with hands on hips staring straight into her window. His hand gestures of pointing to the house then ground, getting her full attention. Was the house on fire? Letting her curiosity get the better of her she moved into full view. She could almost read his lips. "Come down here?"

    "Me?" She mouthed. Going speechless when he nodded. Yet she couldn't move.

    When the doorbell rang and her little sisters came pounding and rolling up the stairs like a kennel of excited pups,  she stood frozen, until they yanked her by the hands. Almost pushed her over the banister in their rush to get her downstairs.  Her shrieking to stop, quieting as soon as she was planted near his feet.

    "I thought we could take a walk." Jacob's smile pinned her to the floor.

    Valerie nearly blurted, how she would follow him to the ends of the earth, but caught herself as her mom entered the room, drying her hands on her apron.
    "So, Jacob Donnelley. You finally made it over.” Valerie’s mom was not known for her tact. Didn't care which or how old the child,  how embarrassing it would be for them,she always said what came to mind. "Take her for a walk, but don't try anything funny. Bring her back pregnant and I'll burn your house down with you and your entire family in it."

    Jacob laughed. “You go ahead, M'ame. They're all assholes, anyway. Me I play straight. Valerie and I will walk to the park, sit on the swings and get to know each other. You can even send these little pests to keep an eye on us. I just want to get to know your oldest daughter." He helped Valerie put on her jacket. "Gotta warn you though, I don't play with noisy little girls." He squinted at her sisters jumping and begging their mom to be allowed to go, and turned his smile into a fearsome scowl. "I push them into oncoming traffic."
     Valerie' s mom laughed. Leaving the room through the nearest door exiting to the kitchen. Tossing instructions to her younger daughters to either go watch TV or be confined to their rooms.


    "You can’t honestly be serious, Jacob."

    "Valerie sat at her vanity table putting the finishing touches on her makeup. This was their 10th year anniversary,  the guest (or so he thought) were already downstairs and Jacob, nonchalantly, stood behind her right shoulder declaring his desire for a divorce.

    Valerie shook her head and with trembling hand, put the mascara brush on the vanity surface . Releasing the weapon before she followed her burning, natural retaliatory instinct, and rammed it into his eye. Her overwhelming urge was to kill him, but instead, she did what she always did, she gave in. Smoothing any stray strands of the over processed blond hair- gone were the red tresses of her youth- his preference, Valerie stood, gave him a hug, and followed his lead for the conversation. That's how it had been from the day he entered her mother's house on her 18th birthday. Jacob had run her fucking life.

    So far, everything had been perfect, expensive wedding, gorgeous 2 million dollar home, cars, everything he had wanted. He was college educated, he had the job, and she stayed home pretending to be the perfect middle class wife. They had everything his heart desired. No school for her, she was too beautiful to worry her little brain on drudgery. She was to wait until he finished and started a business. No job for her, it was his responsibility to make and bring in money. She could do a little boutique or something once he was established, never happened.  He didn't want his wife to turn into a bitch like his mom or a sarcastic harpy like her Mom. No kids for them before ten years of marriage. He didn't want irritating little cling-ons like her sisters, trailing him like starving puppies. And now he was telling her the marriage was over.

    "Tell me Jacob, what brought this on? We are living life exactly as you planned it. What has changed?"

    "I have. I decided I don't want to live like this anymore.  Everything is too predictable. I no longer want to know whats  going to happen next - at every given second. Nothing is spontaneous." He entered the beautifully arranged, walk-in closet and she followed him. For a moment,Valerie watched quietly as he searched through his array of ties, held one up to his neck and then gave it to her to put on him. Through force of habit, she complied. When finished, she ran her hand down it’s length,stopping when her palm reached his heart.

    "Bullshit Jacob, this is what you wanted. You’ve done whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. This is the life you pounded out day after day.You are the one, who planned every iota of our movements. All the way to tonight’s party." As Valerie spoke, she used the elements of surprise, speed, and the weight of her 6 feet, 130 pound body to push Jacob through the entrance of the sound proof "safe-room" situated at the back of the closet. Shutting the door and quickly fingering in the code to disable the power that would sustain the room. “Here’s one little thing you forgot while you were planning- I can read and make plans of my own. The next time you plan on trying to destroy another person’s life, try not to write it down.”

    The room was a little extra something she'd had the man add when he was designing and installing the space. A holding cell or a safe room, if need be. Not to kill him, but to scare the living shit out of him. After thirty minutes, the timer would kick on, keep him locked in for a couple of days and then the door would open. He desired surprise and spontaneity?  Well, this would be his time. Jacob had no choice but to sit in the stocked, prepared room and contemplate on the errors of his ways. Her prerecorded voice would recite them over and over,  she'd made sure of that. Nothing like eating your own words.

    Jacob was an egotistical fool. More of a fool than he thought she was. What else do you call a man who wrote in a journal and used it as a confidant he believed no on would have access to? What else do you call a man who would leave his wife home day after day, sometimes for days at a time, and then would leave said journal under his pillow? She'd learned a lot. Learned about his true feelings for her and how he courted and married her just to have a legitimate reason to get away from his home life and have sex with her whenever he wanted. Ten damned unnecessary years, just to have sex with the “popular,’ girl. To use her as a foil for his drug dealing nefarious life. He’d written how he never planned on giving her children and how he planned on leaving her high dry and totally broke. He'd even gotten a kick out of the idea of  humiliating her in front of the guests, with the announcement of the divorce and the lying bomb he thought she was gay.

    Well, that shit wasn't going to happen. Why ruin her life when he could just leave? Typical Jacob. He didn't want her and didn't want her happy with anyone else either.

    Standing in the light of the closet, where Valerie knew he could see her on the strategically placed monitor, she slowly undressed.  Beyond the facade of a wonderful life, she had enjoyed a  great sexual relationship with Jacob and knew he was as entrapped with it as she was. She did everything in front of him to entice and frustrate him. Last, she removed the blond wig from her head, shaking loose the near waist length of her natural red curls. Holding the prop, to the window, she waved it in his face. “The last straw to me being your tool was this, I refuse to let you have control of every aspect of my life. More fool you, for believing you had my will in the grip of your fist.”

    Dressed in a more casual outfit, Valerie grabbed her previously packed suitcases and left the room.
    As she walked down the stairs, she shared a smile with the moving men. Everything in the house had been sold as had the house, and many of the cars. The monies from the sales, half of his assets withdrawn and placed in her account under her new name.  She was about to enjoy the hell outta life.

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