Love You

Posted on: Mon, 12/17/2018 - 19:44 By: David Shaw

“Stop this.”

I open my mouth. Tongue frozen as thought did not translate to spoken words. The tinkle in her black eyes gone, her dark skin got lighter as she gripped her arms against her torso. She grimaced and cut her eyes. I step forward, she drifts backward. Eyes potent on me, I hold my head straight as I steady myself.

“You…” She starts.

Grab it

Posted on: Mon, 12/17/2018 - 19:37 By: David Shaw

Basking in the glory like a grand king. The memory was typical, only that could keep me up was this. This grand king was dangling my book in the air with sprite and candor.  In my mind I am guessing he thought I was Magic Jordon. Bullied into a position of weakness, I was now looking at my book in Mark’s hand.

Good and Evil

Posted on: Mon, 12/17/2018 - 19:30 By: David Shaw

What was in front of me? What transpired in this space limited by lush greenery that lamented and cried? Was it me at fault? Was it me?

Empty of fruit, dull trees surrounded by the darkness of lost bark, rose the spirit of trees that had left this world. Leaving only black carcasses that anyone would ignore, that excluded me. Treading among up-spring of roots. Here I was, lost in a broken forest, a land of nightmare incarnate.

Dark Future

Posted on: Wed, 11/28/2018 - 19:59 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

Outside the house of my very articulate acquaintance, it could be said I must be an idiot. But until the day was done I must see how much money I can seize from his coffers. Striding up the steps, I went into the humble abode of his crest white painted house.

A Ride to Remember

Posted on: Thu, 11/22/2018 - 18:51 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

NOTE: Story dialogue is written in Jamaican Dialect or Patios, it is not bad English it is also not using the formal and official Jamaican Written dialect. This is informal. If you have any concerns contact or leave a comment. Thank you.

Baseline

Posted on: Thu, 11/22/2018 - 17:51 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me, If you want, contact me or 
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“You want me to….”

“Look man this is not a option, it’s tonight man, we have one chance. He is not even there.”

Moving my hand I lay my thumb on my chest, “I always have an option.”

Big

Posted on: Thu, 11/22/2018 - 17:42 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me, If you want, contact me or 
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It was a good feeling to know I was about to get a pet. Slipping back my head from the window, I smiled at my father who made the motions of setting the car to rest. The glare of the beating sun, I moved out my side of the car when it stopped.

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