I can’t believe that this year has already gone by. Another eleven days, at the time of writing, remain in 2024. It’s been an incredible year. I’ve published a post every Friday this year, maintaining the same tradition as the other three years
I murmured, my vision blurry and my body feeling like somebody had beaten me with a bat after my ringing phone woke me up. It was 2:30 am. God, who is it now? It was an unfamiliar number. “Hello,” I said, groggily. “Hey, brotherman.”
There are three weeks left in the year, and I plan to write one more short story before the end of December. Man, this year has gone by so fast, but I managed to publish 22 stories on the blog. That doesn’t include the articles that I published as well.
I rolled my eyes after Mom told me that she wanted me to accompany her to Dad’s place for Thanksgiving. More than a decade later, she wanted us to act like we were a happy family who were never torn apart thanks to her promiscuous
In 2018, I began writing my debut novel. The only thing I knew about the plot is that Warren recently got married and then discovered that his wife is infertile. That’s a huge problem for Warren because his biggest dream is to have a child.
“We’ve been quite forgiving of your previous misdemeanours because you’re a brilliant developer, Chrissy. But copying business information for personal use is a fireable offence. We can’t overlook this misconduct, so we’re gonna have to let you go
It seems that some women are upset about the way things have transpired in the last few days (I won’t get political—it’s not my thing). And to show their dissatisfaction, some women have decided to turn on men who don’t hold the same beliefs as them.
I pop my lips after applying red lipstick and smile in the mirror. Tonight’s the big night. I’m excited but also nervous. Everything should be fine. I check my purse to make sure I’ve got mints, my phone and car keys. Perfect.
Back when I was in my 20s, I knew little about the type of woman that I wanted. I knew she had to be hot, but I wasn’t exactly certain about what her personality should be like or her values. Now that I’m 40, I know exactly how she should be
The best day of the week for me is Sunday. My parents and I go to church and then have lunch. Mom usually spoils me with cake or other delicious desserts. She’s been doing that since I was a teenager and hasn’t stopped that tradition