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Once Upon A Time In 1977
This was suppose to be her/its final journey in the flesh in order to find out what she actually was, besides, what would be considered amongst human society, a murderer. Yet not in the sense of someone that does it with the intention of harm. No. This is out of a means for survival, in order to sustain the aspect that is viewed as life. She is a highly beautiful woman that would appear that she comes from a Polynesian island, with raven black hair that looks as if it is made from silk, her coco brown completion matches her features to the tip of all that is perfect: Her slightly pout lips, her big brown eyes & the long eye lashes that would appear to be cosmetically altered to impress any person on the aspect of seduction. No. This was not her natural intention, yet she has only known this way of life for the past 1,289, years. She lives alone in an apartment in Seattle, located in the Brighton Apartments, in the penthouse. She always has access to currency, so “money” has never been a problem to access. On this day, January 19th, 1977, she stood naked in the evening on her balcony, looking upon this point of the city and began to get hungry. Though she stood only five feet tall, there was something about her stature that made her more intimidating. She appeared to only weigh 111 pounds, the impact of physical damage that she could do upon any person, would look like an act of unexplainable circumstances that would be written off as an unsolved case. Looking in a south direction, she got a whiff of someone, due to die soon, & knew that she had to have them, before Fate, took them to their final resting place. The internal aroma was coming from the south west, to the right of her location. Her clothes came to her & placed themselves on her in the moonlight, as she held her invisible tone & slowly floated off of her balcony to her car. The car had started before she had “physically” entered it. The white leather from the 1976 Burgundy Cadillac Sedan Deville gave her physical form of temporary satisfaction before she had smelled the action of her “prey” moving towards a new destination, in which she turned on the radio, to hear “Summer Madness” by Kool & the Gang & drove out of the complex, turning to the right onto Rainer Avenue in the direction of his internal aroma, excited with fear.
His name was Rondon Bowlsip, but called in certain circles & the local authorities; “Rolled D”. He fancied himself in a legal front as a record store owner, yet he only used it as a front to sell heroin out of the back of the bar that was 3 doors over from the establishment. He held it in his sister’s name & so there was no heat directly on him & his sister didn’t even know this or live in the state, which made it even better for him, financially. He had left from a friend’s house to cop some cocaine, and then he was off to a local club to meet two women that he was going to talk into turning tricks for him. With his processed hair that was clung to his 41 year old head, he made sure that his tan shirt was tucked securely into his tan slacks as he adjusted his thin black belt & checked his shine on his Stacy Adams: Black wing tips, to be precise, as he looked in his right side mirror, before entering the bar. The atmosphere was smoky, with 2 pool tables off to the left with a dim long light above them. Various other Black people that were highly indulged in “street life” walked into these doors. The bar was on the right side followed by a nice amount of brown leather worn stools, which were atop silver poles at its dark green counter, with patrons & a fat balding black man behind the bar that Rolled D called Stash. Past the pool tables on the left wall were booths & at the back booth on the far left side, he had seen one of the women’s legs that he knew, but yet, there was a woman in his spot. Rolled D thought that this was going to be the bank of all pimp hands so cold, that he could see himself doing nothing but counting money forever and ever. He slid into the booth with a cool look on his crooked gold tooth mouth smile & said to her, “So, who are you?” He then sucked his teeth & removed a toothpick from his left front pocket, placing in his mouth as if he was in charge of the situation. The girls; the white one, Daily & the Black one Dime. She had looked into his eyes & began the feeding, by filling his mind with happy thoughts & answered “Circumstance.” His endorphins were off the chart. The other two ladies had seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the meeting, as well as he. Trying to gain his composure to get back “cool”. “Say, you two got the spot ready for tonight & is this my drank?” Daily cooed a nodded response of “yes”, with a giggle by touching her chin & while Circumstance drank water, she constantly glared at Rolled D & just smiled. He produced an erection from this & said “You bitches drank up, so we can get the fuck outta here & take care of this business. “Can I please come along? You have something that I truly desire and must have. I can pay you”, then Circumstance pulls out a large amount of bills. This made Rolled D jealous, but to subside his rage, he just sucked his teeth & nodded his head. After the women finished their drinks, Circumstance let the currency on the table with a healthy tip. As the proprietor went to go clean the table, he noticed that the pretty woman with a large knot did all that she could to avoid eye contact with anyone in the place, just as she did when she entered. He had quickly forgotten about it once he seen there was $224.00 dollars on the table.
“What kinda hog you roll, uh… what you say yo’ name was again, fine brown sound?” Rolled D asked, to which Circumstance points to her car. This time, he couldn’t contain his admiration for the Cadillac. “Whoooo Weeeee, baby!! Either you got some super clean mean pussy, super rich, or just a BAAAAD bitch to float this! Say, uh baby, lets take yo’ ride to my spot, huh?” “Ok”, she replied with the smile, tossing him the car keys as she stood on the opposite side. As all four of them entered the car, just the thought of the way his mind taste was too much & too delicious. The more he thought that he was happy & secure, the better that she ate. Rolled D just ran him mouth about nonsense & began to reveal all of his “personal” business, as if he were going to receive a “bullshit a bitch”, prize, is the taste that Circumstance had in her mouth. She swallowed really hard & it caused him to make a spastic face & sound, involuntarily, he had a few spasms, undulating his neck & lower jaw to the left & bugging out his eyes. This caused Daily & Dime to laugh, then Rolled D woke up, he yelled at them for being silly & told everyone that they had arrived. He lived in a duplex in Renton, in which other unit was unoccupied. As they entered the front room, a light switch was turned on to reveal, various velvet posters in wooden frames on various places on the walls. Under their feet was a huge white shag rug that held a silver and glass table on top of it. There was a huge wicker chair that sat on the south wall & that is where Circumstance sat. Daily & Dime sat on the cushions that were on the floor. From their reaction, they seemed to think that this was tasteful decor. “You bitches get comfortable & shit. I’ll be back in a sec with some uh…hehe… refreshments, OK?” Circumstance just looked at him the entire time, before he left the room. Daily & Dime began to undress down to their underwear & to their surprise, Circumstance was naked. They looked at her perfect frame with admiration and began to ask her all kind of “beauty secrets”. Since they were eventually going to die, she looked at them in their eyes, with a ubiquitous stare & smiled out of the room with a red silk robe that was too small for him & a plate full of cocaine. He took a double take to make sure that he was seeing & had to adjust his cool. He puts the plate down & plays some music on his record player. He then makes some drinks & passes them out, not taking an eye off of Circumstance the entire time. He sits between Daily & Dime, kisses them both, they do a few lines & he keeps on the charm, which makes him much more delectable. As he grabs a cigar box full of Acapulco gold, he rolls a joint & says to Circumstance, “Uh, Say baby, why don’t you come on over here next to us & join the party, hmmm?” Now she can’t resist, he’s is ripe & must be taken, now!
Circumstance stood up slowly, as all eyes fell on her as she walked towards Rolled D, who had produced a rather shameful erection in his silk briefs as he stood up. Circumstance’s eyes were two large solid gold orbs & her mouth salivated with some kind of gold secretion that leaked form Rolled D’s eyes, as he appeared to be crying tears of joy. The other two women were in a panic & were given a frightful stare from Circumstance. They felt the same gold secretion coming out of their eyes, yet this did not flow like tears. It was sticky & came down in thick streams, & they held each other in an affectionate embrace as they seen Rolled D lifted by his his cheeks off of his feet & placed her mouth over his entire mouth & nose. He began to glow in a phosphorus gold color form the inside out, beginning in his chest, then rapidly throughout his entire body. His arms were extended as his body began to shake very rapidly, as if he were having convulsions traveling at 66 MPH. Then, his body floated to the ceiling as if it were made lighter than air, & burst into millions of golden particles that looked like it could be golden snow. Circumstance, just calmly stood underneath the debris, as each individual particle entered into her epidermis. She sighed, and then turned to the women who were still embracing each other, trembling & sweating with the gold steaks on their faces. Circumstance looked at them and asked them, “Pick the number of years that you would like to live from this moment & it will be granted.” Daily made a mad dash for the door & screamed as she ran directly into it & made herself unconscious. Dime back into the corner near the stereo & said in a scream… “I don’t know! I don’t know!” Circumstance then grabbed Daily’s body by the throat, which caused her to wake up tossed her in the air, then delivered a blow so powerful to the throat, it broke her neck, causing a large “Crunch” sound & her head to appear as if it had no vertebra for support, what so ever, as her body hit the ground with her eyes open. Circumstance turned to Dime, who then answered immediately, “FOREVER!!!! I want to live forever! Please, don’t kill me! Please!” Circumstance rose to her feet and her attire was suddenly on her. She went to the phone & called the police, when they answered, she spoke in Dime’s voice, saying that she wanted to report a murder. Dime sat in shock at the realization of what she heard and did not utter a single word. Circumstance left the duplex and waited inside of her car for 2 minutes, to see the police arrive in droves. After approximately 30 minutes, Dime emerged from the duplex with her hands cuffed behind her back and an overcoat draped over her, being led to a police cruiser’s back seat, by a female officer. She turned to see Circumstance look directly at her, with that beautiful smile. Just then, Dime heard Circumstance’s voice in her mind that said, “And forever you shall live.” Dime screamed & tossed violently in the car, in which she had to be restrained by several officers, as Circumstance drove off, without notice. Full and eager to return to her domicile, she looked at the clock in her car that read 4:34 am, as she drove home.
The date was now January 20th, 1977 & Xevil Enin was so excited to go to work this morning & make sure that the inventory was done and all of the items that can be written off in taxes would be to his financial benefit; at the least, in the amount of $500.00, yet, it could be more. Unable to contain himself, as he stood at the bus stop, he smiled in thought. “What you smilin’ ‘bout, nigga, huh? You think the mornin’ cold ass air is funny, or somethin’, huh? Xevil just kept his grin & the thoughts of many forms of happiness that can actually be bought. The large black man in the green flak jacket that looked as if he was a veteran from the Vietnam conflict had stood to his feet & was about 13 feet to Xevil. Still staring off in an eastern direction, he lifted his cane, to indicate that he was blind, as if to show the angry man that he meant no harm & continued in his daydream. “What, you a blind nigga? Wha’? You think ‘cause yo ass is blind I won’t kick yo’ blind ass!” The angry man began to approach him, in which Xevil, still looking east, produced a large yellow soft ball from his pocket & held it in his left hand, which made the angry man stop & turn his head, as if he were a puppy, thus, to his disadvantage, the ball was thrown hard in his face, which caused him to cover his face & stumble back a few feet & covered his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ball hurling towards him again, but this time being hit in a rapid tennis pace by Xevil with his cane, but the ball never hit the ground. It was a constant volley of the cane, ball & the angry man’s head & face that began to bleed. Giving his yellow softball a final ‘whack’, Xevil delivers the final blow & catches his ball, as he listens to the man’s large body fall to the concrete & ceasing to move or utter another word. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaned his ball & heard the roar of the trolley bus’s power lines as it came to his stop. Without mention, Xevil took his seat & talked to the driver of the route at the moment & has been for the past 7 month, by the name of Vile Veyes. She was a red-bone woman from Jamaica, who had a mother that was from the island & a father that was from the Philippines. Xevil could feel the comfort in her accent that produced colors in his mind, when she spoke with that Island dialect. “Aye don’t know whay you don’ wear glasses, mon? That way they can know & leave you alone,” Vile said in disgusted concern. Xevil just took his normal seat right by the behind the driver & just continued to smile all the way to work. She pulled the bus from the curb onto the street & then said, “Y’know you can’t keep this up & you gon’ hav’ to do what you said you would.” He just kept his smile & held the color of her words in himself & the thoughts that he thought, to himself.
He arrived at the store at 8:40am as he did everyday to make sure that his grandson had arrived from his bus ride, safely. Cimes Enin was a very young man when he was able to acquire this piece of property that is known in the area called “The Central District”. He had ‘bought’ the property in 1939 from an older man that was a Hebrew, by the name of Choumis "Telephone" Stonivich that was about to be a Rabi, but then got involved in illegal schemes & became a money launderer for certain “business organizations”. Well, it turns out that Telephone had been known for running his mouth on the same device he was nicked named for & got him into so much trouble that he was framed for murder. His family immediately disowned him, his wife and children left him & the only security that he had at the time was from this kid that had worked in his store for years that he called ‘Cool Numbers’: Cimes Enin. He had been in his employ since the kid was 10, now he’s about to be 20 years old soon & Telephone needs an easy way out & Cool Numbers is the only one that can save his life. This is how the plan went down in the name of a person that wasn’t even born or promised to be born & the name that was given to this ‘person’ was Xevil Enin. This was the plan: Telephone was to contact his one & only confidant that was also his bodyguard with specific instructions on the plan of his ‘death’. Once he had Cool Numbers named as an illegitimate child of his, & if anything should happen to him that in a certain amount of years, that he would be allowed the full assets of his inheritance. Since he was a child, Telephone’s father had always saved money in an emergency account that his son could use in a time of crisis, no matter the situation, & this money was used for this purpose to stage a death that would end up leaving Xevil’s grandfather a rich man, because since he was about to go to war, that Telephone would always mention as they played checkers in the store when there were no customers. “You’d better protect yo’ black ass & y’know we say that with love, Cool Numbers.” He would say as he pulled a swig from a bottle of brandy that he held in the twin apron that he wore along with his employee. Now, to describe Telephone, would be like something that is so unique for the time the fact that he looked like a 6 ft. blond gas station attendant that was about 50 years old & that was actually 74 at the time of the revealing of his plan, was to his advantage. As his bodyguard , 6’10 300 pound brooding dark complectad man that was said to be Turkish with black slick back hair & wore a white shirt buttoned to the top, a black belt & military boots, always. He never was called anything in front of Cool Numbers but Ato & he never ever spoke or smiled or made any sort of expression what so ever, but for some reason, he was devoted to Telephone. This morning, the store was closed & there was suppose to be a meeting in the office in the back of the store & required Cool Numbers to be there, for some reason. He knew that Telephone had “hid” money for certain “friends of his” & sometimes, he took a little too much off of the top, which lead to him being set up to take this fall. When they all arrived at the store, Ato bad to large leather cases in his hands & Telephone was dressed in a tan suit. “You goin’ to a funeral or somethin’, ‘Phone?” Cool Numbers said with a smile as he rose to his feet to greet him with a smile & dusting himself off. “You bet, kid”, Telephone responded with a warm smile & a left eyed wink. Ato opened the door & they all walked to the back office. It was modestly nice. A wooden desk with a large leather chair was straight back from the door. To the right of that was a long green couch & on the opposite wall, two green circular chairs. “Have a seat kid & here take this envelope. Ato will let you know when to open it & don’t do it until he lets you know when the time is right, you understand?” Cool Numbers looked at Ato, who nodded to him & said to Telephone, “Sure ‘Phone, whatever you say.” “Good kid, good. Hey kid, glad you could be here for this, just to let you know, whatever happens here in a few minutes, nothing is going to happen to you & that I promise, OK?” Telephone went to his desk & pulled out 3 glasses & a bottle of Brandy, followed by 2 marine issued ’45 colts that he slid to Ato, who then in a blink, put them into the very large pockets on his trousers. Telephone poured 3 drinks, looking at the front door, slid one to Ato & the other to Cool Numbers & said, “Here kid, you’ll need this. Look I know you don’t drink, but I ain’t ever steered you wrong, huh? So drink up! Telephone raised his glass while on his feet, so Cool Numbers stood up & did the same to see the 2 men drink their entire drink in one huge gulp, each & so he did the same, which brought tears to his eyes & a burning sensation in his throat & stomach. “There here kid, have a seat & please, don’t say a word, you got it, not a single word, got it?” Cool Numbers nodded & sat back down on the couch.
In walks a man that appeared to be of Italian decent, wearing a blue suit that was very appealing. He wore a matching fedora that matched perfectly. He smiled a devious grin, followed by 2 men that wore twin camel colored suits, with matching hats as well. The men could have passed for twins, but they obviously weren’t. “So,” spoke the man in the blue suit, as he sat on the right corner of Telephones desk, with his right leg crossed over his right, “this your nigger kid, huh?” The room was silent as the blue suits men, who were standing at the door, each on the opposite side, while it was wide open, just looked at each other & giggled. “So this is what it comes down to, huh, Blayo?” You set me up to take the fall over an amount of money that was owed to me by your father for keeping you safe while you were ‘inside’, huh? You want me to take the fall for a hit that I don’t even know about & you know that I don’t do that kind of work no more, so then, then, you think that by you bringin’ this red headed & brown hat wearing’ goons’ that I’m suppose to just fold up & let me take the rap for this bullshit, huh, Blayo? Now you know the only way that them “joy boy’s” that you was servin’ time with over in Sing Sing was only off of your little bad use of a good fuck, id because we had people on the inside to protect you, while I & I alone protected your father’s money, now isn’t that right?” Just then the room was filled with silence for about 20 seconds, then the phone on Telephone’s desk rang. “Yeah,” he said has he answered, and then just hung up the phone. Suddenly, the door to the store was opened & in walks Circumstance, wearing a pitch black suit from shirt, tie to toe, holding a black fedora in her right hand. She stood outside the door & Knocked once, but really hard. The goon with the red hair looked at Blayo for approval, which did nothing, let alone had a chance to, because she appeared to just appear in the room. Standing between the 2 goons, she pointed at Blayo & asked, “Is that him?” Telephone just nodded ‘yes’. She then pulled out what Blayo was told was $2,000,000 in cash & this was his if he was to leave Telephone & Cool Numbers alone. “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Blayo say’s while laughing, followed by his entourage that just appeared to laugh out of boredom, but stopped on the breath of a second, when Circumstance gave them a deathly glare ;ubiquitously. Blayo stood to his feet to look her over, continuing to feel assured of him, he continued, “and I’ mean look at you, huh what kinda nigger bitch faggot are you, huh? What, because you are here in your fancy ass suit, that is nice by the way. And if it comes to mind that this looks like one of the suits that my father has his personal Taylor design for him just a couple of days ago. As a matter of fact, this was the suit that he has planned to wear to his father funeral… my grandfath- Wait!” Circumstance them produced a custom 7 barrel revolver from her right interior pocket & grabbed Blayo by the nape of his neck & shoved the barrel in his nose & he was amused that he couldn’t move at all. His goons made a move for their weapons, but for some reason they wanted to talk to about Cool Numbers & what they heard, in which he picked up on many things as Circumstance said to him in a voice that was the most fearful sound invented, it sounded as if it were a mixture of water and violence dancing in once ocular song. “This is the aroma of your fathers’ feces & his blood, before I shot him with the gun that he had attempted to shoot me with until he was killed by this gun with 5 shots direct to his rectum & 1 to his cerebellum. Now who do you suppose the last bullet is for, huh?” His goons came out of the trance & he then looked at the whole room. The witnesses said nothing. “It seems that you got some work to take care of, Blayo,” Telephone said to him in a manner of a ‘goodbye’. “You didn’t want the offer, so maybe it would be best to bury your father, along with you grandfather, huh? Sorry it couldn’t be this way, but you will never get my ass in prison, that is the promise that was placed upon me for the work I did & if you think that you can place me in a position that I cannot get out of then here… let me do you a favor!”
Cool Numbers is scared beyond fear and attempting to keep himself calm, but the situation has him in a place he wish that he wasn’t. So when he looks at Circumstance coming towards him & punching him in the face with a fury of combinations as she sits on his lap, he feels someone talking in his head, he is in pain when he hears, ‘open your eyes’, in which he does, with this motion, she smacks him in both eyes, but all he can see are golden palms that push some something into his body that makes all of his pain go away & she beats on him for at least 30 more seconds. At this moment, Cool Numbers feels no pain, yet is very tired. He is bleeding & Circumstance's clothes haven’t even moved an inch from her body, still retaining a perfect form. By now, everyone in the room that was associated with Blayo was in so much shock, the didn’t know what was going on, then Telephone asked the shaky young want to be hood, who then got upset by the look on his face, fixed his tie & retained his composure, giving a signal to his goons & said, in a subtle tone, “So you shown me something that I pay for, but this time it’s a nigger girl, instead of a nigger that needs a meal, I get this action a dime a dozen, you know what I want & you know what you have to let us collect & this bitch… this bitch with the gun in my nose…. C’mon! Huh! You know how many times my ol’ man’s been held up for ransom…” Suddenly the phone rang & Telephone answered. “Yeah”, he says, and then he looks at Blayo & says, “It’s for you.” Blayo looks at his goons & giggles & the giggle in response as if it came with the job description, on purpose because there’s was with more enthusiasm than his. “Yeah”, he says in a cool tone, “& my men seen you put that gun in my nose, so that’s gonna cost you extra, huh boy’s?” He says in a casual banter as he sits in the same position on Telephone’ s desk as he had done prior, then one of his goons, the red haired one say’s , “ but boss, where were here talkin’ to the colored kid here about his prospects about the … what was that word Minus…. Oh, his prospect, you said it to us yourself, don’t you remember, boss?” Blayo took the call on the other end & was silent for about 54 seconds after he had heard that his father had been anally raped with a pistol & made the Taylor that called adhere the suit that he was suppose to wear to his father’s funeral, made top fit her, robbed him of all of his personal cash, killed all of his “entourage” & then leaves a message as she leaves the massacre scene The Taylor tells Blayo on the other end of the phone this message:
“She should be there right now, but she wants you to know that the only way your father did survive while he was in prison was that…. That… he didn’t mind takin’ it up the ass. I never made a suit so fast in my life & now your father will be with his father.” BLAM was the sound of the Taylor doing as he was instructed & put the .22 caliber pistol to his left temple & pulled the trigger. With a blank stare on his face, Blayo hung up the phone, staring into nothingness. “You saw what she did to me, right? When she put that fuckin’ gun in my face, you saw that, right?” He says at his 2 goons in a panic like state. “Boss, what are you talkin’ about, all we see is the 2 of you kissin’ & huggin’ like you was old friends. Honest to God, boss,” the red haired man replied looking at his partner in perplexity. “Well now, are you gonna deal or what,” Telephone ask Blayo, who then turns around & almost reaches for his pistol, from the small of his back, but then just adjust his tie & stands in front of the desk & says, “You gonna sign everything & I mean every fuckin’ thing that you own over to me. I don’t give 2 fucks about this little half black bastard, because if I get in the mood, I will kill him just for the fun of it, you hear me!’ Blayo is enraged & turning a crimson color of uncontrollable tolerance. “That’s the thing Blayo; you can only get the signature, if I’m alive.” Ato pulls out a derringer & shoots Telephone, knocking him to the ground. Cool Numbers hurled up into a ball on the corner of the couch, while the goons reached for their pistols, but all of a sudden, there was a golden moist streams coming from their eyes & the turned & looked at each other, put each others pistol in the opposites mouth turned their heads toward the right with a smile at their boss & blew each others brains onto the walls. Ato had been in front of Cool Numbers the whole time, in case a round would’ve went his way, while Circumstance just stood in front of Blayo, looking at him, as the attire that she was wearing, left her body & her eyes turned into 2 huge golden orbs & Blayo had the golden streaks streaming down his face. Ato went to the spot where Telephone had landed & helped him to his feet. “You know, you’re so over fuckin’ confident that you didn’t have the audacity to see if I was actually dead,” Telephone says in a calm manner as he cleans himself off. “Look here kid; you now belong to this …lady that you see standin’ here, naked. Now, you won’t see her for many many decades, but when she comes back she’s gonna come to collect, so you better be ready to pay, no matter the price, y’here me, kid?” Cool Numbers just shook his head in compliance without a word. His body was tense & he eased himself out of his curled position. Ato placed a hankacheif in his had & gave him the as obvious nod, but in his eyes, Cool Numbers could see an indication that he had done a ‘good job’. “Now this is gonna be somethin’ that you can’t tell anybody about, not even God if you seen God walkin’ down the street, but not that God doesn’t already know, y’know? Now look here, do you wanna leave or do you wanna stay? It’s ok kid, just nod,” Telephone said in a cool calm tone as he sat next to him, in which Cool Numbers that was too afraid to say no, just nodded yes, as Circumstance looked on & Blayo cried the streams of gold with fear on his face as she wrapped her mouth around his nose & mouth, causing him to shake at an unpronounceable speed, expand like a balloon, while tuning gold, then bursting into a shower of golden snow that she closed her eyes & took every portion into her skin, with a warm smile. She seemed to dance in the moment, before her attire appeared on her body, as if she wasn’t nude the whole time. She turned to look at Telephone, after looking at the dead goons on the floor & he gave her a nod ‘yes’ & she grabs the red hair goon & his partner & drag then out to the car they came in. Place them in the backseat, naked, in a sexual position, then pushes the automobile down a hill, that causes it to crash into a church. She then used the phone to call the police in Blayo’ voice & said that he couldn’t live with the fact that he was in love with 2 men at the same time, so he had sex with them & then pushed their body’s to be with God & was going to Mexico. The location of the church was even given in a panic, which made Telephone giggle silently. When the conversation was over, they waited for about 5 minutes, in which all 3 men had a drink & Circumstance just hovered above the ground looking at the entry of the store to see if anyone would enter. If so, then she could do what she though would be best. As the sirens & spectators frolicked towards the accident, with the roar of the sirens, Telephone looked at Cool Numbers & said, “Kid, come a month, all of this is gonna belong to you. You just look out for certain people that I hired to help you out. You have no idea of the great favor you doin’ for me, kid, here follow me,” Said Telephone as he took him into a closet that was actually another room behind some clothes. This room was much nicer than the office outside the door that Cool Numbers thought was so ‘fancy’. Handing him a large box, Telephone says to him, “ Look kid, you ain’t never gonna see me again & you are the only friend that I got & for a period of time you are to send me this money through a lady friend of mine that you know that will help you with the store, OK? Just don’t ask any questions & when the time is right, OK? OK, now help me up here & take this box.” The box wasn’t a box, it was more like a big green military looking trunk, so without any questions he picked it up & followed Telephone out of the room & placed it on the ground. Telephone said to Ato, “Go get the car & give her keys to his.” Ato reached in his left trouser pocket & handed Circumstance the keys & left out of the store. “Look at me kid,” Telephone said to him, turning him towards him so he could look in his eyes. He smiled, then gave him a hug as if he was about to burst from the inside out. “Now kid… now comes the hard part. You gotta stay here no matter what & you don’t move until… she comes to get you, you got that. Now, that car out there is yours & in that trunk that weighed about oh… give or take 200 or 230 pounds is cash that she’s gonna take to your house. On the top of the box, you gonna find a letter with instructions for you what to do & what you did for me. I didn’t mean you any harm kid, OK? Hell, I love you more than my own son’s & they… Well anyway,” Telephone gave him another hug & a kiss on his right cheek as some people ran into the store, breaking windows & tearing the place apart. The last thing that he can recall was seeing Telephone walk past the chaos with his back to him & he then ran towards him, to find that one of the ‘looters’ had pulled him by his shirt collar before he could reach the door & hit him in the face, & to Cool Numbers surprise, he felt nothing as he hit the floor only to be stomped to a pulp. Now he felt no pain at all & at the worst he was just tired from being thrown around & beat for a period of time. He could see Circumstance in ‘his’ car & Ato at the front with Telephone in the back seat. The hooligans then began to throw balloons filled with gasoline around the room, as Cool Numbers was on the floor, when he ‘heard’ in his mind the voice of Telephone saying “Goodbye & don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.” His car pulled off as well as the one driven by Circumstance, as a barrage of balloons was thrown on him, in which Cool Numbers attempted to shield himself, but then got mad & rose to his feet & ran at the people, only to slip & land on the back of his head as he seen fire around him. Rising to his feet, he seen a Molotov cocktail being hurled at him as he burst into flames, with the voice of Circumstance in his head that said, “Don’t worry, just sleep & I’ll come get you & take you home, when the time is right. As he looked at all of this destruction in the form of smoke and flame & as his body burned along with it, Cool Numbers only could think about that this doesn’t hurt at all & for some reason, he isn’t afraid at the moment. So, he just lay down as if he were going to sleep naturally as the building began to crumple & fall in various places. HE could now hear fire engine sirens & police sirens as well. But what he didn’t know is that when the fire was out & as he was asleep, the investigators came across a body in the place that he had fallen asleep & was identified as one Blayo Montiferri, which was severely burned as if he were set the fire & caught in its embrace. The son of a reported crime figures in the media, but was never proven until the day of the event that the papers titled as the ‘Triple threat off death gone.’
On exactly 24 hours to the day that Cool Numbers was suppose to ‘come back from a trip down south, he was in his mother’s house in his room that he shared with his older brother that had somehow moved out with his wife & their child. This room that he has always remembered was one color: C.R.O.W.D.E.D!! Because as far as he could remember, he could never see the walls or the windows. He woke up to feel as if he had been given a boost of rejuvenation that wasn’t’ even possible to be felt or mentioned. He turned to his left to greet the sunlight on his left bedside window & was greeted by Circumstance who was asleep above him in the bed that he was in, just hovering, naked & eyes golden. This made Cool Numbers move into the ball position, until he heard his mother that was in the corner say to him as she was knitting something, rocking back & forth in the rocking chair that her grandfather had made when he was a slave & that it was made for many special reasons. “Don’t you get all scared & shit, y’ here me, boy?” Cool Numbers came to calm, of sorts & asked in a mother to son, respectable tone as he slowly eased himself out of the position, “Mommy, who is she & why is she above my bed naked, floatin’ in the air lookin’ at me? I mean, what did Telephone get me into & how come his chest is in my room? There’s some lady that I’m suppose to contact & send him his mo-“ Stopping him short in his sentence, his mother said, “I’m that lady & Telephone wasn’t just some man that you worked for. He was… is my brother & your uncle.” Puzzled & then in panic, Cool Numbers had remembered that he had an envelope & that he was in a fire so he jumped up & looked around his room, in which his mother just pulled it out from behind her & handed it to him & continued to knit what she was knitting. “But this isn’t the envelope that he gave me, mommy. This is bigger & thicker. Am I in some kind of trouble or something & how come I’m not dead? Am I dead?” The he looks above him to see if he can see Circumstance still hovering above his bed, but she is then to his left, standing there, but not looking him directly in the eyes. He thought that she was very beautiful, but didn’t want to stare at her beautiful mahogany body too long. Then his mother held up what she was knitting, which was a long white strapless dress, which floated over to Circumstance, came apart to wrap around her, and then mended itself back together. His mother stood up out of the rocking chair to walk out of the room, in which Circumstance reached out to gently touch her hand as she passed, in an affectionate way to gesture ‘thank you’. His mother just smiled as she left the room with the door closed behind her. Circumstance then walked to the chair in which his mother was sitting & sat down. “Now you read the letter in your hand. Read it aloud so I can hear you with my ears,” Circumstance said as she looked around the room to avoid direct eye contact with him. Cool Numbers opened the envelope & began to read:
Dear Cimes,
Yeah, what your mommy said to you is true. I am your uncle & this ain’t no circumstance that you happen to get this job & ‘bought’ the store. It’s all yours & your mommy will help you run the place, while you go to collage in the day. You got a scholar ship in business; you just make sure that you go, ok? Now, the woman that should be in the room with you is known only as ‘Circumstance’ and if she’s known by any other name, well we have never know what it is & don’t need to know. Now what you did for me was leave a trail of being her victims that she protects, the others, she devours, as you seen what happened to Blayo in the store office, right. She will not hurt you, she will not put you in harm, but she protected you & gave you a gift. A gift that I had for years, kid & needed to pass it on to someone else that was in the blood line, so that I can live the rest of my life like a normal person, so to speak & die. Y’see, how we are related is that your mommy, my little sister, well we share the same mother. For a while I was able to live with my mother, as long as I was in seclusion & she pretended to be my nanny, then my father decided to become a ‘holy man’ & left us for a few years. But for some child that was suppose to ‘pass’, it wasn’t working, because my father came & got me & made me live with him & his new wife. Well, he programmed the Negro out of me, embracing me in Jewish culture & making me promise to never reveal who my natural mother was. Well for some reason, the rocking chair was made from a piece of wood & a song that held a magical being inside & she was crying for freedom: The year was 1841, August some time. My grandfather who was known as Cono Only, was a wood smith, in fact the finest one in all of North Carolina. Though he was a slave, he had mastered the craft so much that his owners made a huge profit from his works that they sold. Now Cono Only wasn’t a handsome or big man, but he was a hard worker. He never longed for a woman, but on one night, when he was away from his quarters because he heard a scream. A scream so profound, it was bound in a tree that stood alone in the forest bounded in wood & a constant song. He touched the tree & his mind felt a thought that said “I will give you what you desire for the prices of life, other than that, please burn me to this ground. This is not home & I don’t want to become of this land &what it wants me to do. Please make the choice now.” Cono touched the tree and it seemed to bleed golden waters & he felt a need of commitment to end all aspects of internal sorrow & knew exactly what he wanted. He ran back to his quarters without even stopping & grabbed his chopping ax & began to cut the tree down, as it left golden traces upon his ax blade, without his knowledge. He dragged the log into his abode and herd it say “Good, now what are you going to do, burn us or free us?” Cono asked, “What do I do,” aloud. In reply, she ‘thought’, down the middle & you don’t have to be gentle, we will survive. In all is all. Please make a choice in this Endeavour.” He just made a quick thrust to the center of the log & appeared a woman from inside & she stepped out as if she was born for the first time. So as she was led from the wooden shell, with golden ‘syrup’ drippings from her ebony crimson skin, Cono just didn’t know what to do. In him, she saw something that didn’t make her hunger, so she kept him very close to her. From the wood that she had come out of, she had made something that he had wanted to make, but could not get permissions from his owner to make a rocking chair, because he didn’t want him to use his tools. Circumstance read his desire & kissed him, in which she expelled the golden substance into his body & he went to sleep. The following morning, he was called to the “punishment circle” to be made an example of, due to him having made this chair, but he didn’t. Circumstance made it for him & the place it around a wood pile & soaked it in kerosene. He was scolded in front of the other slaves, stripped naked & strung up by his wrist. In confusing shock, he screamed for his life & began to cry like a scared child. The overseer cracked the nine tail whip on his back & to his surprise, it didn’t have any pain in the sensation, yet the slaves screamed & ran in fear when the gold substance ran from his back in the form of a woman’s face that opened her eyes & showed an expression of anger. The overseer dropped the whip & ran from the plantation, never to be seen again. From out of nowhere, Circumstance comes to cut him down & they left the plantation in a wagon that they had taken from his owner with the rocking chair in the rear. They were never stopped & when they settled in the city that would be known as Renton & Circumstance got him settled with his own furniture business, a home, & a new identity that could not be traced or ever keep him in the aspect of slavery. He was now Mayitix Enin. She left him only to return when he was to rest & then…
Here’s the skinny kid & this is no bullshit: What she did to my grandfather, my Uncle Save, then me, now you, she needs an umbilical grounding from the one that set her free & she gave you the temporary gift of immortality, until she lets you go & she can only do that when she passes that golden stuff into you & it’s gotta be a man, no women, for some reason. Now you, since she passed it onto you from me, you won’t have the ability nor the natural desire to piss or shit, until it’s passed, you won’t get hungry, but you can eat & still taste, but won’t get full, you can only sleep when she goes through the “Kun’ist’em”(this is when she ‘sleeps’ & it last 4 days) & she’ll let you know, but you won’t even get sleepy. You won’t get sick, you won’t get hurt & you won’t bleed. If anything that requires you to y’know, to appear normal, then she’ll be there. You got the gift of strength, too, each one of us gets a different one, and mine was the gift of light that means I could turn invisible. When she asks you to do something, because she’ll only ask, you BETTER do it, no questions, just do it! Now, what is gonna happen is that when you have any male child in your family, if you don’t have a son, you have to name him Xevil Enin, because he will then belong to her. Well kid all I can say is that asked my sister to take care & thank you for keepin’ the chair. Ato will be back in a few months to help you out. He’s gonna be your bodyguard from now on. He doesn’t talk, but he can come through & you can trust him. Well, it’s time for me to be what I was when I was a little boy; a Negro. That was a good time in my life & where I’m at, I’ll fit right in. I love you kid & it’s good to finally ‘meet’.
Telephone
Cool Numbers just looked in the distance of the room as Circumstance lifted him by the chin, &kissed his cheek. “Thank you”, she said in a dreamy whisper & walked out of the room.
“Cool-Pop!” Xevil said as he was tapping on the driver’s side window, “Time to open! I Took the bus, today & that fine ass woman was on there. WHOOO WEE, she smells good!” His grandfather got out the car & said in a sigh, but in his cool tone, “Boy, y’know you ‘pose to have Ato drive you, did you call him first, at least?” Cool Numbers went to the store to open the gate & unlock the door as Xevil followed. “Yeah,” replied Xevil. “Last night.” “Good. C’mon, we got some stocking to do & that accountant is ‘pose to come by & get these figures so we can get some kind’ a money, huh?” They both laughed & Cool Numbers felt as proud of his grandson as he towered above him, with his eyes that were ‘discolored’; right was silvery white & the left was violet. He only wore his glasses at work. His grandfather had 2 price guns, one in brail & one in print that Xevil worked as if he was sighted. All of the isles were marked in brail, the cooler as well, the lavatory, even the cash register. The money was placed in an order that Xevil had designed, so that he could run the store alone (With Ato on hand) in case his grandfather had any business. Business had been leveled that day & at 12:23 pm. Circumstance walks in while Cool Numbers was sweeping, causing him to drop the broom & say in a huddled whisper “Oh God…” Xevil heard this & came behind the counter & picked up the broom from the ground. Circumstance looked into Xevil’s mind & something danced inside of her that made her breathe a hard breath, causing her to appear rejuvenated. “So, I take it you haven’t told him yet, Cimes?” Circumstance said to Cool Numbers, but avoiding direct eye contacct as usual. All he could do was reply with the truth “No. But maybe this… this would be a good time. Son,” Cool Numbers says in a tone that strikes his grandson as something serious, as he placed his hand on his shoulder, “You gonna need to come in the office to have a drink for this one.”
End of part 1
His name was Rondon Bowlsip, but called in certain circles & the local authorities; “Rolled D”. He fancied himself in a legal front as a record store owner, yet he only used it as a front to sell heroin out of the back of the bar that was 3 doors over from the establishment. He held it in his sister’s name & so there was no heat directly on him & his sister didn’t even know this or live in the state, which made it even better for him, financially. He had left from a friend’s house to cop some cocaine, and then he was off to a local club to meet two women that he was going to talk into turning tricks for him. With his processed hair that was clung to his 41 year old head, he made sure that his tan shirt was tucked securely into his tan slacks as he adjusted his thin black belt & checked his shine on his Stacy Adams: Black wing tips, to be precise, as he looked in his right side mirror, before entering the bar. The atmosphere was smoky, with 2 pool tables off to the left with a dim long light above them. Various other Black people that were highly indulged in “street life” walked into these doors. The bar was on the right side followed by a nice amount of brown leather worn stools, which were atop silver poles at its dark green counter, with patrons & a fat balding black man behind the bar that Rolled D called Stash. Past the pool tables on the left wall were booths & at the back booth on the far left side, he had seen one of the women’s legs that he knew, but yet, there was a woman in his spot. Rolled D thought that this was going to be the bank of all pimp hands so cold, that he could see himself doing nothing but counting money forever and ever. He slid into the booth with a cool look on his crooked gold tooth mouth smile & said to her, “So, who are you?” He then sucked his teeth & removed a toothpick from his left front pocket, placing in his mouth as if he was in charge of the situation. The girls; the white one, Daily & the Black one Dime. She had looked into his eyes & began the feeding, by filling his mind with happy thoughts & answered “Circumstance.” His endorphins were off the chart. The other two ladies had seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the meeting, as well as he. Trying to gain his composure to get back “cool”. “Say, you two got the spot ready for tonight & is this my drank?” Daily cooed a nodded response of “yes”, with a giggle by touching her chin & while Circumstance drank water, she constantly glared at Rolled D & just smiled. He produced an erection from this & said “You bitches drank up, so we can get the fuck outta here & take care of this business. “Can I please come along? You have something that I truly desire and must have. I can pay you”, then Circumstance pulls out a large amount of bills. This made Rolled D jealous, but to subside his rage, he just sucked his teeth & nodded his head. After the women finished their drinks, Circumstance let the currency on the table with a healthy tip. As the proprietor went to go clean the table, he noticed that the pretty woman with a large knot did all that she could to avoid eye contact with anyone in the place, just as she did when she entered. He had quickly forgotten about it once he seen there was $224.00 dollars on the table.
“What kinda hog you roll, uh… what you say yo’ name was again, fine brown sound?” Rolled D asked, to which Circumstance points to her car. This time, he couldn’t contain his admiration for the Cadillac. “Whoooo Weeeee, baby!! Either you got some super clean mean pussy, super rich, or just a BAAAAD bitch to float this! Say, uh baby, lets take yo’ ride to my spot, huh?” “Ok”, she replied with the smile, tossing him the car keys as she stood on the opposite side. As all four of them entered the car, just the thought of the way his mind taste was too much & too delicious. The more he thought that he was happy & secure, the better that she ate. Rolled D just ran him mouth about nonsense & began to reveal all of his “personal” business, as if he were going to receive a “bullshit a bitch”, prize, is the taste that Circumstance had in her mouth. She swallowed really hard & it caused him to make a spastic face & sound, involuntarily, he had a few spasms, undulating his neck & lower jaw to the left & bugging out his eyes. This caused Daily & Dime to laugh, then Rolled D woke up, he yelled at them for being silly & told everyone that they had arrived. He lived in a duplex in Renton, in which other unit was unoccupied. As they entered the front room, a light switch was turned on to reveal, various velvet posters in wooden frames on various places on the walls. Under their feet was a huge white shag rug that held a silver and glass table on top of it. There was a huge wicker chair that sat on the south wall & that is where Circumstance sat. Daily & Dime sat on the cushions that were on the floor. From their reaction, they seemed to think that this was tasteful decor. “You bitches get comfortable & shit. I’ll be back in a sec with some uh…hehe… refreshments, OK?” Circumstance just looked at him the entire time, before he left the room. Daily & Dime began to undress down to their underwear & to their surprise, Circumstance was naked. They looked at her perfect frame with admiration and began to ask her all kind of “beauty secrets”. Since they were eventually going to die, she looked at them in their eyes, with a ubiquitous stare & smiled out of the room with a red silk robe that was too small for him & a plate full of cocaine. He took a double take to make sure that he was seeing & had to adjust his cool. He puts the plate down & plays some music on his record player. He then makes some drinks & passes them out, not taking an eye off of Circumstance the entire time. He sits between Daily & Dime, kisses them both, they do a few lines & he keeps on the charm, which makes him much more delectable. As he grabs a cigar box full of Acapulco gold, he rolls a joint & says to Circumstance, “Uh, Say baby, why don’t you come on over here next to us & join the party, hmmm?” Now she can’t resist, he’s is ripe & must be taken, now!
Circumstance stood up slowly, as all eyes fell on her as she walked towards Rolled D, who had produced a rather shameful erection in his silk briefs as he stood up. Circumstance’s eyes were two large solid gold orbs & her mouth salivated with some kind of gold secretion that leaked form Rolled D’s eyes, as he appeared to be crying tears of joy. The other two women were in a panic & were given a frightful stare from Circumstance. They felt the same gold secretion coming out of their eyes, yet this did not flow like tears. It was sticky & came down in thick streams, & they held each other in an affectionate embrace as they seen Rolled D lifted by his his cheeks off of his feet & placed her mouth over his entire mouth & nose. He began to glow in a phosphorus gold color form the inside out, beginning in his chest, then rapidly throughout his entire body. His arms were extended as his body began to shake very rapidly, as if he were having convulsions traveling at 66 MPH. Then, his body floated to the ceiling as if it were made lighter than air, & burst into millions of golden particles that looked like it could be golden snow. Circumstance, just calmly stood underneath the debris, as each individual particle entered into her epidermis. She sighed, and then turned to the women who were still embracing each other, trembling & sweating with the gold steaks on their faces. Circumstance looked at them and asked them, “Pick the number of years that you would like to live from this moment & it will be granted.” Daily made a mad dash for the door & screamed as she ran directly into it & made herself unconscious. Dime back into the corner near the stereo & said in a scream… “I don’t know! I don’t know!” Circumstance then grabbed Daily’s body by the throat, which caused her to wake up tossed her in the air, then delivered a blow so powerful to the throat, it broke her neck, causing a large “Crunch” sound & her head to appear as if it had no vertebra for support, what so ever, as her body hit the ground with her eyes open. Circumstance turned to Dime, who then answered immediately, “FOREVER!!!! I want to live forever! Please, don’t kill me! Please!” Circumstance rose to her feet and her attire was suddenly on her. She went to the phone & called the police, when they answered, she spoke in Dime’s voice, saying that she wanted to report a murder. Dime sat in shock at the realization of what she heard and did not utter a single word. Circumstance left the duplex and waited inside of her car for 2 minutes, to see the police arrive in droves. After approximately 30 minutes, Dime emerged from the duplex with her hands cuffed behind her back and an overcoat draped over her, being led to a police cruiser’s back seat, by a female officer. She turned to see Circumstance look directly at her, with that beautiful smile. Just then, Dime heard Circumstance’s voice in her mind that said, “And forever you shall live.” Dime screamed & tossed violently in the car, in which she had to be restrained by several officers, as Circumstance drove off, without notice. Full and eager to return to her domicile, she looked at the clock in her car that read 4:34 am, as she drove home.
The date was now January 20th, 1977 & Xevil Enin was so excited to go to work this morning & make sure that the inventory was done and all of the items that can be written off in taxes would be to his financial benefit; at the least, in the amount of $500.00, yet, it could be more. Unable to contain himself, as he stood at the bus stop, he smiled in thought. “What you smilin’ ‘bout, nigga, huh? You think the mornin’ cold ass air is funny, or somethin’, huh? Xevil just kept his grin & the thoughts of many forms of happiness that can actually be bought. The large black man in the green flak jacket that looked as if he was a veteran from the Vietnam conflict had stood to his feet & was about 13 feet to Xevil. Still staring off in an eastern direction, he lifted his cane, to indicate that he was blind, as if to show the angry man that he meant no harm & continued in his daydream. “What, you a blind nigga? Wha’? You think ‘cause yo ass is blind I won’t kick yo’ blind ass!” The angry man began to approach him, in which Xevil, still looking east, produced a large yellow soft ball from his pocket & held it in his left hand, which made the angry man stop & turn his head, as if he were a puppy, thus, to his disadvantage, the ball was thrown hard in his face, which caused him to cover his face & stumble back a few feet & covered his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ball hurling towards him again, but this time being hit in a rapid tennis pace by Xevil with his cane, but the ball never hit the ground. It was a constant volley of the cane, ball & the angry man’s head & face that began to bleed. Giving his yellow softball a final ‘whack’, Xevil delivers the final blow & catches his ball, as he listens to the man’s large body fall to the concrete & ceasing to move or utter another word. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaned his ball & heard the roar of the trolley bus’s power lines as it came to his stop. Without mention, Xevil took his seat & talked to the driver of the route at the moment & has been for the past 7 month, by the name of Vile Veyes. She was a red-bone woman from Jamaica, who had a mother that was from the island & a father that was from the Philippines. Xevil could feel the comfort in her accent that produced colors in his mind, when she spoke with that Island dialect. “Aye don’t know whay you don’ wear glasses, mon? That way they can know & leave you alone,” Vile said in disgusted concern. Xevil just took his normal seat right by the behind the driver & just continued to smile all the way to work. She pulled the bus from the curb onto the street & then said, “Y’know you can’t keep this up & you gon’ hav’ to do what you said you would.” He just kept his smile & held the color of her words in himself & the thoughts that he thought, to himself.
He arrived at the store at 8:40am as he did everyday to make sure that his grandson had arrived from his bus ride, safely. Cimes Enin was a very young man when he was able to acquire this piece of property that is known in the area called “The Central District”. He had ‘bought’ the property in 1939 from an older man that was a Hebrew, by the name of Choumis "Telephone" Stonivich that was about to be a Rabi, but then got involved in illegal schemes & became a money launderer for certain “business organizations”. Well, it turns out that Telephone had been known for running his mouth on the same device he was nicked named for & got him into so much trouble that he was framed for murder. His family immediately disowned him, his wife and children left him & the only security that he had at the time was from this kid that had worked in his store for years that he called ‘Cool Numbers’: Cimes Enin. He had been in his employ since the kid was 10, now he’s about to be 20 years old soon & Telephone needs an easy way out & Cool Numbers is the only one that can save his life. This is how the plan went down in the name of a person that wasn’t even born or promised to be born & the name that was given to this ‘person’ was Xevil Enin. This was the plan: Telephone was to contact his one & only confidant that was also his bodyguard with specific instructions on the plan of his ‘death’. Once he had Cool Numbers named as an illegitimate child of his, & if anything should happen to him that in a certain amount of years, that he would be allowed the full assets of his inheritance. Since he was a child, Telephone’s father had always saved money in an emergency account that his son could use in a time of crisis, no matter the situation, & this money was used for this purpose to stage a death that would end up leaving Xevil’s grandfather a rich man, because since he was about to go to war, that Telephone would always mention as they played checkers in the store when there were no customers. “You’d better protect yo’ black ass & y’know we say that with love, Cool Numbers.” He would say as he pulled a swig from a bottle of brandy that he held in the twin apron that he wore along with his employee. Now, to describe Telephone, would be like something that is so unique for the time the fact that he looked like a 6 ft. blond gas station attendant that was about 50 years old & that was actually 74 at the time of the revealing of his plan, was to his advantage. As his bodyguard , 6’10 300 pound brooding dark complectad man that was said to be Turkish with black slick back hair & wore a white shirt buttoned to the top, a black belt & military boots, always. He never was called anything in front of Cool Numbers but Ato & he never ever spoke or smiled or made any sort of expression what so ever, but for some reason, he was devoted to Telephone. This morning, the store was closed & there was suppose to be a meeting in the office in the back of the store & required Cool Numbers to be there, for some reason. He knew that Telephone had “hid” money for certain “friends of his” & sometimes, he took a little too much off of the top, which lead to him being set up to take this fall. When they all arrived at the store, Ato bad to large leather cases in his hands & Telephone was dressed in a tan suit. “You goin’ to a funeral or somethin’, ‘Phone?” Cool Numbers said with a smile as he rose to his feet to greet him with a smile & dusting himself off. “You bet, kid”, Telephone responded with a warm smile & a left eyed wink. Ato opened the door & they all walked to the back office. It was modestly nice. A wooden desk with a large leather chair was straight back from the door. To the right of that was a long green couch & on the opposite wall, two green circular chairs. “Have a seat kid & here take this envelope. Ato will let you know when to open it & don’t do it until he lets you know when the time is right, you understand?” Cool Numbers looked at Ato, who nodded to him & said to Telephone, “Sure ‘Phone, whatever you say.” “Good kid, good. Hey kid, glad you could be here for this, just to let you know, whatever happens here in a few minutes, nothing is going to happen to you & that I promise, OK?” Telephone went to his desk & pulled out 3 glasses & a bottle of Brandy, followed by 2 marine issued ’45 colts that he slid to Ato, who then in a blink, put them into the very large pockets on his trousers. Telephone poured 3 drinks, looking at the front door, slid one to Ato & the other to Cool Numbers & said, “Here kid, you’ll need this. Look I know you don’t drink, but I ain’t ever steered you wrong, huh? So drink up! Telephone raised his glass while on his feet, so Cool Numbers stood up & did the same to see the 2 men drink their entire drink in one huge gulp, each & so he did the same, which brought tears to his eyes & a burning sensation in his throat & stomach. “There here kid, have a seat & please, don’t say a word, you got it, not a single word, got it?” Cool Numbers nodded & sat back down on the couch.
In walks a man that appeared to be of Italian decent, wearing a blue suit that was very appealing. He wore a matching fedora that matched perfectly. He smiled a devious grin, followed by 2 men that wore twin camel colored suits, with matching hats as well. The men could have passed for twins, but they obviously weren’t. “So,” spoke the man in the blue suit, as he sat on the right corner of Telephones desk, with his right leg crossed over his right, “this your nigger kid, huh?” The room was silent as the blue suits men, who were standing at the door, each on the opposite side, while it was wide open, just looked at each other & giggled. “So this is what it comes down to, huh, Blayo?” You set me up to take the fall over an amount of money that was owed to me by your father for keeping you safe while you were ‘inside’, huh? You want me to take the fall for a hit that I don’t even know about & you know that I don’t do that kind of work no more, so then, then, you think that by you bringin’ this red headed & brown hat wearing’ goons’ that I’m suppose to just fold up & let me take the rap for this bullshit, huh, Blayo? Now you know the only way that them “joy boy’s” that you was servin’ time with over in Sing Sing was only off of your little bad use of a good fuck, id because we had people on the inside to protect you, while I & I alone protected your father’s money, now isn’t that right?” Just then the room was filled with silence for about 20 seconds, then the phone on Telephone’s desk rang. “Yeah,” he said has he answered, and then just hung up the phone. Suddenly, the door to the store was opened & in walks Circumstance, wearing a pitch black suit from shirt, tie to toe, holding a black fedora in her right hand. She stood outside the door & Knocked once, but really hard. The goon with the red hair looked at Blayo for approval, which did nothing, let alone had a chance to, because she appeared to just appear in the room. Standing between the 2 goons, she pointed at Blayo & asked, “Is that him?” Telephone just nodded ‘yes’. She then pulled out what Blayo was told was $2,000,000 in cash & this was his if he was to leave Telephone & Cool Numbers alone. “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Blayo say’s while laughing, followed by his entourage that just appeared to laugh out of boredom, but stopped on the breath of a second, when Circumstance gave them a deathly glare ;ubiquitously. Blayo stood to his feet to look her over, continuing to feel assured of him, he continued, “and I’ mean look at you, huh what kinda nigger bitch faggot are you, huh? What, because you are here in your fancy ass suit, that is nice by the way. And if it comes to mind that this looks like one of the suits that my father has his personal Taylor design for him just a couple of days ago. As a matter of fact, this was the suit that he has planned to wear to his father funeral… my grandfath- Wait!” Circumstance them produced a custom 7 barrel revolver from her right interior pocket & grabbed Blayo by the nape of his neck & shoved the barrel in his nose & he was amused that he couldn’t move at all. His goons made a move for their weapons, but for some reason they wanted to talk to about Cool Numbers & what they heard, in which he picked up on many things as Circumstance said to him in a voice that was the most fearful sound invented, it sounded as if it were a mixture of water and violence dancing in once ocular song. “This is the aroma of your fathers’ feces & his blood, before I shot him with the gun that he had attempted to shoot me with until he was killed by this gun with 5 shots direct to his rectum & 1 to his cerebellum. Now who do you suppose the last bullet is for, huh?” His goons came out of the trance & he then looked at the whole room. The witnesses said nothing. “It seems that you got some work to take care of, Blayo,” Telephone said to him in a manner of a ‘goodbye’. “You didn’t want the offer, so maybe it would be best to bury your father, along with you grandfather, huh? Sorry it couldn’t be this way, but you will never get my ass in prison, that is the promise that was placed upon me for the work I did & if you think that you can place me in a position that I cannot get out of then here… let me do you a favor!”
Cool Numbers is scared beyond fear and attempting to keep himself calm, but the situation has him in a place he wish that he wasn’t. So when he looks at Circumstance coming towards him & punching him in the face with a fury of combinations as she sits on his lap, he feels someone talking in his head, he is in pain when he hears, ‘open your eyes’, in which he does, with this motion, she smacks him in both eyes, but all he can see are golden palms that push some something into his body that makes all of his pain go away & she beats on him for at least 30 more seconds. At this moment, Cool Numbers feels no pain, yet is very tired. He is bleeding & Circumstance's clothes haven’t even moved an inch from her body, still retaining a perfect form. By now, everyone in the room that was associated with Blayo was in so much shock, the didn’t know what was going on, then Telephone asked the shaky young want to be hood, who then got upset by the look on his face, fixed his tie & retained his composure, giving a signal to his goons & said, in a subtle tone, “So you shown me something that I pay for, but this time it’s a nigger girl, instead of a nigger that needs a meal, I get this action a dime a dozen, you know what I want & you know what you have to let us collect & this bitch… this bitch with the gun in my nose…. C’mon! Huh! You know how many times my ol’ man’s been held up for ransom…” Suddenly the phone rang & Telephone answered. “Yeah”, he says, and then he looks at Blayo & says, “It’s for you.” Blayo looks at his goons & giggles & the giggle in response as if it came with the job description, on purpose because there’s was with more enthusiasm than his. “Yeah”, he says in a cool tone, “& my men seen you put that gun in my nose, so that’s gonna cost you extra, huh boy’s?” He says in a casual banter as he sits in the same position on Telephone’ s desk as he had done prior, then one of his goons, the red haired one say’s , “ but boss, where were here talkin’ to the colored kid here about his prospects about the … what was that word Minus…. Oh, his prospect, you said it to us yourself, don’t you remember, boss?” Blayo took the call on the other end & was silent for about 54 seconds after he had heard that his father had been anally raped with a pistol & made the Taylor that called adhere the suit that he was suppose to wear to his father’s funeral, made top fit her, robbed him of all of his personal cash, killed all of his “entourage” & then leaves a message as she leaves the massacre scene The Taylor tells Blayo on the other end of the phone this message:
“She should be there right now, but she wants you to know that the only way your father did survive while he was in prison was that…. That… he didn’t mind takin’ it up the ass. I never made a suit so fast in my life & now your father will be with his father.” BLAM was the sound of the Taylor doing as he was instructed & put the .22 caliber pistol to his left temple & pulled the trigger. With a blank stare on his face, Blayo hung up the phone, staring into nothingness. “You saw what she did to me, right? When she put that fuckin’ gun in my face, you saw that, right?” He says at his 2 goons in a panic like state. “Boss, what are you talkin’ about, all we see is the 2 of you kissin’ & huggin’ like you was old friends. Honest to God, boss,” the red haired man replied looking at his partner in perplexity. “Well now, are you gonna deal or what,” Telephone ask Blayo, who then turns around & almost reaches for his pistol, from the small of his back, but then just adjust his tie & stands in front of the desk & says, “You gonna sign everything & I mean every fuckin’ thing that you own over to me. I don’t give 2 fucks about this little half black bastard, because if I get in the mood, I will kill him just for the fun of it, you hear me!’ Blayo is enraged & turning a crimson color of uncontrollable tolerance. “That’s the thing Blayo; you can only get the signature, if I’m alive.” Ato pulls out a derringer & shoots Telephone, knocking him to the ground. Cool Numbers hurled up into a ball on the corner of the couch, while the goons reached for their pistols, but all of a sudden, there was a golden moist streams coming from their eyes & the turned & looked at each other, put each others pistol in the opposites mouth turned their heads toward the right with a smile at their boss & blew each others brains onto the walls. Ato had been in front of Cool Numbers the whole time, in case a round would’ve went his way, while Circumstance just stood in front of Blayo, looking at him, as the attire that she was wearing, left her body & her eyes turned into 2 huge golden orbs & Blayo had the golden streaks streaming down his face. Ato went to the spot where Telephone had landed & helped him to his feet. “You know, you’re so over fuckin’ confident that you didn’t have the audacity to see if I was actually dead,” Telephone says in a calm manner as he cleans himself off. “Look here kid; you now belong to this …lady that you see standin’ here, naked. Now, you won’t see her for many many decades, but when she comes back she’s gonna come to collect, so you better be ready to pay, no matter the price, y’here me, kid?” Cool Numbers just shook his head in compliance without a word. His body was tense & he eased himself out of his curled position. Ato placed a hankacheif in his had & gave him the as obvious nod, but in his eyes, Cool Numbers could see an indication that he had done a ‘good job’. “Now this is gonna be somethin’ that you can’t tell anybody about, not even God if you seen God walkin’ down the street, but not that God doesn’t already know, y’know? Now look here, do you wanna leave or do you wanna stay? It’s ok kid, just nod,” Telephone said in a cool calm tone as he sat next to him, in which Cool Numbers that was too afraid to say no, just nodded yes, as Circumstance looked on & Blayo cried the streams of gold with fear on his face as she wrapped her mouth around his nose & mouth, causing him to shake at an unpronounceable speed, expand like a balloon, while tuning gold, then bursting into a shower of golden snow that she closed her eyes & took every portion into her skin, with a warm smile. She seemed to dance in the moment, before her attire appeared on her body, as if she wasn’t nude the whole time. She turned to look at Telephone, after looking at the dead goons on the floor & he gave her a nod ‘yes’ & she grabs the red hair goon & his partner & drag then out to the car they came in. Place them in the backseat, naked, in a sexual position, then pushes the automobile down a hill, that causes it to crash into a church. She then used the phone to call the police in Blayo’ voice & said that he couldn’t live with the fact that he was in love with 2 men at the same time, so he had sex with them & then pushed their body’s to be with God & was going to Mexico. The location of the church was even given in a panic, which made Telephone giggle silently. When the conversation was over, they waited for about 5 minutes, in which all 3 men had a drink & Circumstance just hovered above the ground looking at the entry of the store to see if anyone would enter. If so, then she could do what she though would be best. As the sirens & spectators frolicked towards the accident, with the roar of the sirens, Telephone looked at Cool Numbers & said, “Kid, come a month, all of this is gonna belong to you. You just look out for certain people that I hired to help you out. You have no idea of the great favor you doin’ for me, kid, here follow me,” Said Telephone as he took him into a closet that was actually another room behind some clothes. This room was much nicer than the office outside the door that Cool Numbers thought was so ‘fancy’. Handing him a large box, Telephone says to him, “ Look kid, you ain’t never gonna see me again & you are the only friend that I got & for a period of time you are to send me this money through a lady friend of mine that you know that will help you with the store, OK? Just don’t ask any questions & when the time is right, OK? OK, now help me up here & take this box.” The box wasn’t a box, it was more like a big green military looking trunk, so without any questions he picked it up & followed Telephone out of the room & placed it on the ground. Telephone said to Ato, “Go get the car & give her keys to his.” Ato reached in his left trouser pocket & handed Circumstance the keys & left out of the store. “Look at me kid,” Telephone said to him, turning him towards him so he could look in his eyes. He smiled, then gave him a hug as if he was about to burst from the inside out. “Now kid… now comes the hard part. You gotta stay here no matter what & you don’t move until… she comes to get you, you got that. Now, that car out there is yours & in that trunk that weighed about oh… give or take 200 or 230 pounds is cash that she’s gonna take to your house. On the top of the box, you gonna find a letter with instructions for you what to do & what you did for me. I didn’t mean you any harm kid, OK? Hell, I love you more than my own son’s & they… Well anyway,” Telephone gave him another hug & a kiss on his right cheek as some people ran into the store, breaking windows & tearing the place apart. The last thing that he can recall was seeing Telephone walk past the chaos with his back to him & he then ran towards him, to find that one of the ‘looters’ had pulled him by his shirt collar before he could reach the door & hit him in the face, & to Cool Numbers surprise, he felt nothing as he hit the floor only to be stomped to a pulp. Now he felt no pain at all & at the worst he was just tired from being thrown around & beat for a period of time. He could see Circumstance in ‘his’ car & Ato at the front with Telephone in the back seat. The hooligans then began to throw balloons filled with gasoline around the room, as Cool Numbers was on the floor, when he ‘heard’ in his mind the voice of Telephone saying “Goodbye & don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.” His car pulled off as well as the one driven by Circumstance, as a barrage of balloons was thrown on him, in which Cool Numbers attempted to shield himself, but then got mad & rose to his feet & ran at the people, only to slip & land on the back of his head as he seen fire around him. Rising to his feet, he seen a Molotov cocktail being hurled at him as he burst into flames, with the voice of Circumstance in his head that said, “Don’t worry, just sleep & I’ll come get you & take you home, when the time is right. As he looked at all of this destruction in the form of smoke and flame & as his body burned along with it, Cool Numbers only could think about that this doesn’t hurt at all & for some reason, he isn’t afraid at the moment. So, he just lay down as if he were going to sleep naturally as the building began to crumple & fall in various places. HE could now hear fire engine sirens & police sirens as well. But what he didn’t know is that when the fire was out & as he was asleep, the investigators came across a body in the place that he had fallen asleep & was identified as one Blayo Montiferri, which was severely burned as if he were set the fire & caught in its embrace. The son of a reported crime figures in the media, but was never proven until the day of the event that the papers titled as the ‘Triple threat off death gone.’
On exactly 24 hours to the day that Cool Numbers was suppose to ‘come back from a trip down south, he was in his mother’s house in his room that he shared with his older brother that had somehow moved out with his wife & their child. This room that he has always remembered was one color: C.R.O.W.D.E.D!! Because as far as he could remember, he could never see the walls or the windows. He woke up to feel as if he had been given a boost of rejuvenation that wasn’t’ even possible to be felt or mentioned. He turned to his left to greet the sunlight on his left bedside window & was greeted by Circumstance who was asleep above him in the bed that he was in, just hovering, naked & eyes golden. This made Cool Numbers move into the ball position, until he heard his mother that was in the corner say to him as she was knitting something, rocking back & forth in the rocking chair that her grandfather had made when he was a slave & that it was made for many special reasons. “Don’t you get all scared & shit, y’ here me, boy?” Cool Numbers came to calm, of sorts & asked in a mother to son, respectable tone as he slowly eased himself out of the position, “Mommy, who is she & why is she above my bed naked, floatin’ in the air lookin’ at me? I mean, what did Telephone get me into & how come his chest is in my room? There’s some lady that I’m suppose to contact & send him his mo-“ Stopping him short in his sentence, his mother said, “I’m that lady & Telephone wasn’t just some man that you worked for. He was… is my brother & your uncle.” Puzzled & then in panic, Cool Numbers had remembered that he had an envelope & that he was in a fire so he jumped up & looked around his room, in which his mother just pulled it out from behind her & handed it to him & continued to knit what she was knitting. “But this isn’t the envelope that he gave me, mommy. This is bigger & thicker. Am I in some kind of trouble or something & how come I’m not dead? Am I dead?” The he looks above him to see if he can see Circumstance still hovering above his bed, but she is then to his left, standing there, but not looking him directly in the eyes. He thought that she was very beautiful, but didn’t want to stare at her beautiful mahogany body too long. Then his mother held up what she was knitting, which was a long white strapless dress, which floated over to Circumstance, came apart to wrap around her, and then mended itself back together. His mother stood up out of the rocking chair to walk out of the room, in which Circumstance reached out to gently touch her hand as she passed, in an affectionate way to gesture ‘thank you’. His mother just smiled as she left the room with the door closed behind her. Circumstance then walked to the chair in which his mother was sitting & sat down. “Now you read the letter in your hand. Read it aloud so I can hear you with my ears,” Circumstance said as she looked around the room to avoid direct eye contact with him. Cool Numbers opened the envelope & began to read:
Dear Cimes,
Yeah, what your mommy said to you is true. I am your uncle & this ain’t no circumstance that you happen to get this job & ‘bought’ the store. It’s all yours & your mommy will help you run the place, while you go to collage in the day. You got a scholar ship in business; you just make sure that you go, ok? Now, the woman that should be in the room with you is known only as ‘Circumstance’ and if she’s known by any other name, well we have never know what it is & don’t need to know. Now what you did for me was leave a trail of being her victims that she protects, the others, she devours, as you seen what happened to Blayo in the store office, right. She will not hurt you, she will not put you in harm, but she protected you & gave you a gift. A gift that I had for years, kid & needed to pass it on to someone else that was in the blood line, so that I can live the rest of my life like a normal person, so to speak & die. Y’see, how we are related is that your mommy, my little sister, well we share the same mother. For a while I was able to live with my mother, as long as I was in seclusion & she pretended to be my nanny, then my father decided to become a ‘holy man’ & left us for a few years. But for some child that was suppose to ‘pass’, it wasn’t working, because my father came & got me & made me live with him & his new wife. Well, he programmed the Negro out of me, embracing me in Jewish culture & making me promise to never reveal who my natural mother was. Well for some reason, the rocking chair was made from a piece of wood & a song that held a magical being inside & she was crying for freedom: The year was 1841, August some time. My grandfather who was known as Cono Only, was a wood smith, in fact the finest one in all of North Carolina. Though he was a slave, he had mastered the craft so much that his owners made a huge profit from his works that they sold. Now Cono Only wasn’t a handsome or big man, but he was a hard worker. He never longed for a woman, but on one night, when he was away from his quarters because he heard a scream. A scream so profound, it was bound in a tree that stood alone in the forest bounded in wood & a constant song. He touched the tree & his mind felt a thought that said “I will give you what you desire for the prices of life, other than that, please burn me to this ground. This is not home & I don’t want to become of this land &what it wants me to do. Please make the choice now.” Cono touched the tree and it seemed to bleed golden waters & he felt a need of commitment to end all aspects of internal sorrow & knew exactly what he wanted. He ran back to his quarters without even stopping & grabbed his chopping ax & began to cut the tree down, as it left golden traces upon his ax blade, without his knowledge. He dragged the log into his abode and herd it say “Good, now what are you going to do, burn us or free us?” Cono asked, “What do I do,” aloud. In reply, she ‘thought’, down the middle & you don’t have to be gentle, we will survive. In all is all. Please make a choice in this Endeavour.” He just made a quick thrust to the center of the log & appeared a woman from inside & she stepped out as if she was born for the first time. So as she was led from the wooden shell, with golden ‘syrup’ drippings from her ebony crimson skin, Cono just didn’t know what to do. In him, she saw something that didn’t make her hunger, so she kept him very close to her. From the wood that she had come out of, she had made something that he had wanted to make, but could not get permissions from his owner to make a rocking chair, because he didn’t want him to use his tools. Circumstance read his desire & kissed him, in which she expelled the golden substance into his body & he went to sleep. The following morning, he was called to the “punishment circle” to be made an example of, due to him having made this chair, but he didn’t. Circumstance made it for him & the place it around a wood pile & soaked it in kerosene. He was scolded in front of the other slaves, stripped naked & strung up by his wrist. In confusing shock, he screamed for his life & began to cry like a scared child. The overseer cracked the nine tail whip on his back & to his surprise, it didn’t have any pain in the sensation, yet the slaves screamed & ran in fear when the gold substance ran from his back in the form of a woman’s face that opened her eyes & showed an expression of anger. The overseer dropped the whip & ran from the plantation, never to be seen again. From out of nowhere, Circumstance comes to cut him down & they left the plantation in a wagon that they had taken from his owner with the rocking chair in the rear. They were never stopped & when they settled in the city that would be known as Renton & Circumstance got him settled with his own furniture business, a home, & a new identity that could not be traced or ever keep him in the aspect of slavery. He was now Mayitix Enin. She left him only to return when he was to rest & then…
Here’s the skinny kid & this is no bullshit: What she did to my grandfather, my Uncle Save, then me, now you, she needs an umbilical grounding from the one that set her free & she gave you the temporary gift of immortality, until she lets you go & she can only do that when she passes that golden stuff into you & it’s gotta be a man, no women, for some reason. Now you, since she passed it onto you from me, you won’t have the ability nor the natural desire to piss or shit, until it’s passed, you won’t get hungry, but you can eat & still taste, but won’t get full, you can only sleep when she goes through the “Kun’ist’em”(this is when she ‘sleeps’ & it last 4 days) & she’ll let you know, but you won’t even get sleepy. You won’t get sick, you won’t get hurt & you won’t bleed. If anything that requires you to y’know, to appear normal, then she’ll be there. You got the gift of strength, too, each one of us gets a different one, and mine was the gift of light that means I could turn invisible. When she asks you to do something, because she’ll only ask, you BETTER do it, no questions, just do it! Now, what is gonna happen is that when you have any male child in your family, if you don’t have a son, you have to name him Xevil Enin, because he will then belong to her. Well kid all I can say is that asked my sister to take care & thank you for keepin’ the chair. Ato will be back in a few months to help you out. He’s gonna be your bodyguard from now on. He doesn’t talk, but he can come through & you can trust him. Well, it’s time for me to be what I was when I was a little boy; a Negro. That was a good time in my life & where I’m at, I’ll fit right in. I love you kid & it’s good to finally ‘meet’.
Telephone
Cool Numbers just looked in the distance of the room as Circumstance lifted him by the chin, &kissed his cheek. “Thank you”, she said in a dreamy whisper & walked out of the room.
“Cool-Pop!” Xevil said as he was tapping on the driver’s side window, “Time to open! I Took the bus, today & that fine ass woman was on there. WHOOO WEE, she smells good!” His grandfather got out the car & said in a sigh, but in his cool tone, “Boy, y’know you ‘pose to have Ato drive you, did you call him first, at least?” Cool Numbers went to the store to open the gate & unlock the door as Xevil followed. “Yeah,” replied Xevil. “Last night.” “Good. C’mon, we got some stocking to do & that accountant is ‘pose to come by & get these figures so we can get some kind’ a money, huh?” They both laughed & Cool Numbers felt as proud of his grandson as he towered above him, with his eyes that were ‘discolored’; right was silvery white & the left was violet. He only wore his glasses at work. His grandfather had 2 price guns, one in brail & one in print that Xevil worked as if he was sighted. All of the isles were marked in brail, the cooler as well, the lavatory, even the cash register. The money was placed in an order that Xevil had designed, so that he could run the store alone (With Ato on hand) in case his grandfather had any business. Business had been leveled that day & at 12:23 pm. Circumstance walks in while Cool Numbers was sweeping, causing him to drop the broom & say in a huddled whisper “Oh God…” Xevil heard this & came behind the counter & picked up the broom from the ground. Circumstance looked into Xevil’s mind & something danced inside of her that made her breathe a hard breath, causing her to appear rejuvenated. “So, I take it you haven’t told him yet, Cimes?” Circumstance said to Cool Numbers, but avoiding direct eye contacct as usual. All he could do was reply with the truth “No. But maybe this… this would be a good time. Son,” Cool Numbers says in a tone that strikes his grandson as something serious, as he placed his hand on his shoulder, “You gonna need to come in the office to have a drink for this one.”
End of part 1
Published 6th Apr 2013
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I am thrilled by the general aspect of the story; the subject matter thrills me. I am an aficionado of the fantasy genre of literature. However, I am, simultaneously, chilled by the grammatical mistakes abundant in it. It is nearly as if the author is only beginning to practice his English, or as if he's never written before. I hate bad grammar; it makes a fine story like this one very difficult to read.
"This was SUPPOSE to be . . ." Line 1, the opening sentence. A very badly situated error. The beginning of a story should be excellent.
"As all four of them entered the car, just the thought of the way his mind TASTE (tasted, past tense!) was too much & too delicious." . . . "Rolled D just ran HIM mouth." Paragraph 3, line 4 AND 5. Concerning the latter, I suppose the narrator intended to say "Rolled D just ran HIS (possessive form of him) mouth", although the phrase is extremely colloquial.
"Since they were eventually going to die, she looked at them in their eyes, with a ubiquitous stare & smiled out of the room with a red silk robe that was too small for him & a plate full of cocaine." THIS SENTENCE MUST VERY POORLY CONSTRUCTED!
And the writer's obsession with the ampersand "&" instead of the normal word for it, "and". The last time I saw it so excessively used was when I was reading a prose by William Blake (1757 – 1827)
I can't pick out all the errors in the grammar. They are countless. I would advise that you have someone read your stories before posting them on a public site.
Cheers!
"This was SUPPOSE to be . . ." Line 1, the opening sentence. A very badly situated error. The beginning of a story should be excellent.
"As all four of them entered the car, just the thought of the way his mind TASTE (tasted, past tense!) was too much & too delicious." . . . "Rolled D just ran HIM mouth." Paragraph 3, line 4 AND 5. Concerning the latter, I suppose the narrator intended to say "Rolled D just ran HIS (possessive form of him) mouth", although the phrase is extremely colloquial.
"Since they were eventually going to die, she looked at them in their eyes, with a ubiquitous stare & smiled out of the room with a red silk robe that was too small for him & a plate full of cocaine." THIS SENTENCE MUST VERY POORLY CONSTRUCTED!
And the writer's obsession with the ampersand "&" instead of the normal word for it, "and". The last time I saw it so excessively used was when I was reading a prose by William Blake (1757 – 1827)
I can't pick out all the errors in the grammar. They are countless. I would advise that you have someone read your stories before posting them on a public site.
Cheers!
10th Apr 2013 2:51am
Thanks for readin' it & as long as we own it, it can be changed when it needs to be. & is and, understand? So you have fun pickin' all the "errors" that you want, m'kay?
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