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/ Hood Rich 4 |
on: Nov 19th, 2008, 3:40pm |
| Started by Nile | Post by Nile |
I know I'm late, but damn.......Hood Rich messed me up. One thing after another was happening to the Ames clan. Amaya was on some freaky shit. Doc died. Man, I didn't even know he could die. Then, Ricardo comes back into the picture. I'm not going to lie I was half expecting Maddox and KT to team up like in Twenty-One. And, who is still alive? Now, I know this series isn't going to end like that, is it? Because I can't take all this pressure. Maybe, they all stage their death this time (sighs) I'm just going to go smoke a cigarette and calm my nerves. Go job, ladies. This was almost toooo much.
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Your Turn to Write
/ Re: "Until the End of Time" |
on: Oct 1st, 2008, 8:01pm |
| Started by shiree022000 | Post by shiree022000 |
Justin starts pacing. "You sound just like her."
"You know why?"
"why?"
"because her ass is right"
Justin replied in almost a wisper. "It's different with her....man. I know I can have more with her."
"You Keep sayin 'more'......man...., I need more to this more shit."
Justin sighs."What else can i say? I just know I can have it all with Bee. I want everything with her, man. It's just hard to say. You know from history that I have never had a serious relationship. I have never really wanted one...hell I have never needed to have one. With me being in this industry I can have a diffrent girl ever night, two or three at a time if I want to and I have in the past. But I don't want to do that shit no more man! I want something real and that's only mine. You and I both know that me and Beyonce has been a long time coming. Her and I have always been on this level that nobody can seem to reach. We have this undieing bond man. Yeah I have done my dirt.....shit I'm still fare from being an angel. I know Bee will call me on all my shit! That's one of the many things that i lov-"
"Hold up....man, hold the fuck up! I told you don't be gettin' all mushy and.........shit...... and throwing the "L" word around! I don't want to hear that shit man." Trace wrapped is arms around his middle like he was trying to protect himself.
Justin bit the inside of is jaw trying not to laugh. "Dude you asked!"
"I know, but next time don't be so foreth coming."
"aight"
"I care for Beyonce like a sister so if this thing ever becomes what you want it to, be good to her man and don't hurt her. If you ever can't live up to that man.....be honest with her."
Justin couldn't believe his ears or his eyes. The man standing in front of him was being deep and truthful. It was kinda freaking him out. He was pulled out of his thoughts by his mother yelling from downstairs. (thank God for that).
"Juuustin!"
"Yes, Ma!"
" I forgot to tell you that Beyonce called before you arrived and said for you to call her before it got to late!
OKaaay?"
"Ok!"
A wave of relief washed over Trace's face. He new this was his way out this mush. "Aight dawg I'm leaving."
"You sure?"
"hell yeah"
"ok"
Trace couldn't get to Justin's bed room door fast enough. "Later man."
The bedroom door slammed and Justin couldn't contain his laughter any longer. It took him a few minutes to cantain himself.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and picked up his phone off of his nightstand. He hit two (his mother was number one of course), after a few seconds it started ringing. Justin started thinking that maybe is was a little to late but he knew that she would always make time for him. After a few more rings she finally picked up. He could hear some rustling around. He knew then that she must've been sleeping.
"Jay?" Her voice was low and horse from sleep.
"Yeah, it's me sorry to wake you." He kept his voice low.
She sat up in bed. "No, its okay. How was your flight?"
"long as a motherfucker"
She laughed a little. "Yeah, they tend to be long sometimes. I'm sure Miss Lynn is glad to have you back under her roof. You better enjoy that vacation time while you can get it. As soon as that solo record hits the shelves of all the Virgin Record stores you wont have time for us little people anymore."
He smiles into the phone. "Don't get it twisted your record will be out around the same time mine is and you will be just as busy as me." He pauses and sweetly adds. "Don't worry...mami I'll always make time for you."
For a while there was nothing but them listening to each other breathing. Then Beyonce quickly changes the subject not wanting to let the conversation stay about them two. "So hows whatchama call it......um.......Skanky.....I mean Brittany?"
Justin rolled his eyes." Ha, Ha funny. I wouldn't know I haven't talked to her in about a week."
"What do you mean you haven't talked to her ass in a week? You talk to me almost everyday....Jay how you gonna not talk to your girlfriend for a week? Thats ju-"
"Hold the fuck up! Number one she ain't my girl!
Number two you and her are two completely different stories!" He stressed that last part.
Bee rolled her eyes through the phone on that last comment. "Jay you ain't got to yell at me okay, shit I'm still sleep."
"sorry"
"If she's not your girl, then what the hell is she then?"
"my friend"
"Jay come on! She's not just your friend. I'm your friend."
"See there you go getting shit twisted again. Your not just my friend."
"I know I'm your best friend, Jay."
"Wrong!"
"Okay...I'm your very best friend."
"Why do you want to play this game with me tonight Bee, your a hell of alot more to me than just my best friend and you know that shit!"
"Jay, please I don't want to talk about that right now. We will only end up fighting and I don't want to do that with you."
"Why not, we have to talk about it sometime right?"
"no"
"why"
"Because I don't think that now is a good time, thats why!"
"You just tryna' keep from talking about the kiss. That's it isn-"
"It was a mistake." right after it came out she wanted to take it back.
"How the fuck you gonna say some shit like that to me?.......huh Bee!"
"Jay, listen I didn't mean for it to come out like that okay!"
"Bee, how about you try tellin' me what the fuck it is that you did mean?"
"Jay, you have one more fucking time to yell at me like that and I'm done. Your right about one thing I'm not one of your regular chicks......okay.....so you need to calm the fuck down!"
Justin took a deep breathe and blew it out slowly. " Your right, I'm sorry okay. When it comes to you my emotions and shit get all fuck up."
"It's okay this is something that we don't need to be talking about over the phone anyway."
"Your right, I can catch a late flight to New York-"
"No way are you flying here tonig-"
"Why not? I don't want to put this off any longer!"
"Jay, Don't be fucking crazy. I'll be home in a few weeks. We can talk about it then."
"If I let this shit go now you have to promise that we will talk about it honestly when you get here. No dodging shit! I'm tired of going in fucking circles with your ass. I want us to figure out whats going on between the two of us. Deal?"
Could she really be completely honest with him. "That's some scary shit" she thought so herself. She knew he was right. It was time for them to figure this shit out. She fell onto her bed and sighed......"Deal"
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Your Turn to Write
/ "Until the End of Time" |
on: Oct 1st, 2008, 8:01pm |
| Started by shiree022000 | Post by shiree022000 |
A/N: I just wanted to post my first story on this site and get some feedback. I know it's not perfect and needs a lot of work please tell me what you think. If you have any ideas let me know.
Until the End of Time
Rated-R
by: sherry
Chapter 1
"We dippin' in some freash meat tonight Jay."
Trace eyed Justin hopefully. He new this was the time to scoop up the ladies. Especially the ones that wouldn't give his ass the time of day when his wing man wasn't in town.
Justin put down his cell phone and glared at Trace. Then he said, "My feet just touched down about two hours ago after my ass just left Chicago. Trace was I vacationing in Chicago? Hell no! My ass was working. I just finished working three shows in one FUCKING day man! I'm tired as a motherfucker!"
Trace didn't expect him to react that way. Most days JT was down for anything. He wasn't about to give up that easy though, he was horny as hell. So he thought he would take a different approach.
"Are we boys or what Jay?"
Justin furrowed his brows and said, "Don't feed me that bullshit line. I know this game."
"Justin answer the fucking question. Are we boys or not?"
"Since birth man."
"So you down to ride or not?"
Justin ran his hands down his face in frustration. "Hell no Trae! What part of TIRED AS FUCK, did you not comprehend, man! I ain't going nowhere tonight but to bed."
Trace bugged is eyes out. "What the hell has gotten into you Jay?"
"What the fuck you talkin' about man?"
"Where's JT at? The JT I know was always ready to go. Especially for the ladies. He never turned down the opportunity for some ass. Are you going soft on me Jay........I think your going soft on me. There's one word for that shit . Yep! You know what it is man? It's called a pussy!"
Now he was really pissed. Justin was ready to put his fist through a wall. But he decided count to 10 and let the shit go.
one........
"Is that what you are? Are you a pussy, JT."
two........
"Let my ass know that shit right the fuck now!"
three.........
"I know what this shits about."
four........
"This is all about a certain light brown honey ain't it?"
five........
"It's okay I can see why. She is fine as hell."
six........I don't think I'm gonna make it to ten.
"And she does have a nice as-"
"You can stop that shit right now! Don't say shit about her or her ass, man. You don't know shit about me and Bee! So shut the hell up about shit you don't know anything about. Got Me!" Justin replied in a fit of rage.
Trace through his hands up and back away. "Whoa, whoa Jay! I didn't mean to piss you off, man. I was just tryina' get the truth out of you...thats all. I knew it had to do with Beyonce! I love it when im right about that kinda shit." Trace smiled. He was definitely pleased with himself.
Justin needed to cool off , so he grabbed is luggage through it on the bad and started unpacking. After a minute or so of silence. He turned to Trace, gritted his teeth, tried to compose himself and then said. "Look Trae, man I shouldn't have gone off on you okay. I'm sorry for that shit. I'm just really tired. It's been a crazy few months. I'm really stressing on this solo shit, okay. It doesn't have anything to do with me and Bee. I promise you after a few days of rest "JT" will be back and down to do some dirt. You can count on that shit!"
Trace knew Justin was bullshitin' him. Yeah, he figured Justin was tired. He had just finished his last world tour with the most successful pop group ever. Maybe he was stressing a little about going solo, but Justin got off on that kinda stress. It pushes him to be the best at what he does. Trace knew deep down that Justin sudden change in life style had to have something to do with Beyonce. They were always tangled up in each others lives. So Trace cracked his knockles and prepared himself for a serious conversation. "Okay, Jay forget about the club tonight. Your mom would probably kick my ass for trying to drag you outta here and you ain't been home but for like two seconds. I'm in best friend mode now anyway. So lets talk dude, but don't get all mushy and shit. I don't think I could handle that shit from you to night!"
Justin tried to hold back his laughter. Trace is always funny when he's trying to be all serious and shit. Then he thought about it and he didn't like where this conversation was going. So of course he played dumb. "What you mean don't get all mushy and shit. Why would I get all mushy and shit, Trae?"
Trace rolled his eyes." Now you making my ass tired because your tryna' beat round the got damn bush. I'm in best friend mode, remember! You need to get their too and be real with me okay!"
Justin laughed. "Okay, okay I'm in the mode dude! Now shoot."
"Tell me what's really going on with you and Bee?"
"Nothing, we're best friend. We have been since birth. Just like you and me Trae!"
Trace maked a face like out of a horror movie. "Dude you know I like the ladies right?"
Justin shoves Trace. " Shutup man, you know what I'm talking about! Yo, I thought we were in the mode?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, oh yeah man." Trace nods
He continues. " like I said we're friends, but what if I want more?"
"What do you mean more man?"
"more"
"wha"
"MORE!"
Trace scraches his head and saids "oh."
"See that's why I don't tell you shit."
"why"
"Because you just don't get shit."
"Wait, wait I thought you were talkin' to some chick named, what was the the bitches name.....Tinney......Shitnney...No, no Brittany! Yeah that's it!"
"Man that shit ain't serious yet, and it wont be as long as Bee realizes we can be more than best friends. We can be a whole lot more."
OKay now Trace knew it was time go to the extreme. You can't bullshit with Justin if you want him to hear anything you have to say and take that shit to heart. " Don't get me wrong your my dawg and shit man, but you play to many games when it comes to women and shit to be tryna' get serious with just one. I've known Bee for along time also and I know for a fact that she ain't gonna deal with the shit that all the many Shittannies in your life deal with. Your gonna have to cut that shit out or it ain't gonna be nothin' but drama!"
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Your Turn to Write
/ Re: What's Left of Me |
on: Aug 28th, 2008, 6:12pm |
| Started by Ca$h | Post by Dia-Janine-Bolical |
I'm gonna read this as soon as I have time to just CHILL. I been runnin round like crazy. Thanks for posting this.
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Your Turn to Write
/ Re: What's Left of Me |
on: Aug 16th, 2008, 09:42am |
| Started by Ca$h | Post by Atlien |
I like it. I like stories that don't have the predictable, cheesy happy ending. My only personal thing is I don't like when people put song lyrics throughout stories, but I just overlook them anyway though so it doesn't matter.
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Your Turn to Write
/ Re: What's Left of Me |
on: Aug 13th, 2008, 3:16pm |
| Started by Ca$h | Post by Ca$h |
cont...
The ringing of the doorbell shook him out of his thoughts this time. He sluggishly walked out of the room and down the stairs, slowly making his way to the front door. He opened it without looking through the peephole, his heavy eyes landing on the love of his life. His mouth went dry as he took in her appearance. Her chocolate coated skin now had a sickly tone to it, her deep brown eyes were now a bloodshot red, the short curls of her black hair were a mess on top of her head, there were no signs of happiness written anywhere on her face… and he was the cause of it all.
“I called to let you know I was coming to get my bag but you didn't pick up…” She finally said after they stared at each other in silence, walking in to grab the bag sitting behind him on the hallway floor where she left it.
“You have a key…” He whispered, standing off to the side.
“Who knows what I might’ve walked in on?” She commented, causing him to flinch at her words. She placed the key she had already taken off of her keychain on the end table next to the white roses he had given her just a week before, just because.
He took a deep breath. “I know you probably hate me… I hate me right now…”
She turned to face him, shaking her head. “I could never hate you Justin. Despite everything you did, I can’t bring myself to hate you and I think that’s the worst thing about all of this because I want to… but I can’t because I care too much.” They stared at each other in silence once again before Justin took a step closer towards her.
“I just want you to know that I love you so much…” He told her as her eyes looked down towards the floor. He sighed. “I know I’ve done nothing to show it, but if you were willing to give me a second chance, I swear to God Faye, I would do everything in my power to prove it to you. Just within these past 24 hours I’ve learned that I can’t function without you. You’re this huge part of me and when you’re gone, I don’t feel right, nothing feels right.” He took a deep breath, feeling tears building up throughout his body. “I regret putting you through all that I did, but I will never regret being with you. I just… I just want to make things right with us. I want to make us work.”
He saw her take a deep breath before she finally responded to him. “I love you J, you know that. And I know that my love for you can never go away…” She told him as Justin felt a slight strand of hope rise in his chest.
It’s falling faster
Barely breathing
Give me something
To believe in
Tell me it’s not all in my head
Faye finally looked up at him and as he saw the tears fall from her eyes, the hope faded. “But I can’t be with you anymore.” She finished as he took a deep breath and turned his head away from her, his own tears finally falling from his eyes. Those were the last words he wanted to hear from her. He expected for her to want some time to herself, to think about their future, but to hear that they no longer had one, it hurt him beyond belief.
Take what’s left of this man
Make me whole once again
She began walking past him and out the front door, bag in hand. Faye really did mean what she said. She loved him with all that she was, but the trust in their relationship was ruined the night before and as much as she didn’t want to go, her broken heart wouldn’t let her stay.
‘Cause I want you
And I feel you
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger
Like a burning
To find a place I’ve never been
“Faye!” He called out to her. She turned around and looked back up at him standing in the doorway and saw the struggle he was having within himself. Part of him looked like he wanted to fight for her, but the other knew that if he did, he would lose. Justin didn’t know what to do. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to work things out and be happy again… but she needed to start over, she needed her own path to follow instead of just following down his like she had been for the past 2 years. He felt a tear roll down his face as he came to terms with the decision he forced his heart to make.
Now I’m broken
And I’m faded
I’m half the man I thought I would be
But you can have all that’s left
What’s left of me
“Goodbye…” He told her softly as for the first time, she gave him a soft smile before turning to walk away from him forever, taking what was left of his heart with her.
What’s Left of Me: Nick Lachey
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Your Turn to Write
/ What's Left of Me |
on: Aug 13th, 2008, 3:15pm |
| Started by Ca$h | Post by Ca$h |
Hey ya'll, it's Cash. I decided to post one of my shorts up just so everyone can see what kind of writer I am and give me some feedback before I post one of my longer stories. Just so you know, I write interracial Justin Timberlake fanfiction, so if you like JT as much as I do you should be pretty happy lol. So this story is called What's Left of Me and I hope you all enjoy it! 
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He was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze when the shrilling ring of the phone broke the silence he had been captivated in. He slowly turned his head towards the sound. He assumed it was just his mother, making her daily phone call, but he didn’t want to talk to her… he didn’t want to talk to anyone.
Watch my life
Pass me by
In the rear view mirror
He just wanted to dwell in his self-pity and stare back up at the ceiling, but as he began to turn his head back, his eyes fell on a picture frame sitting next to the phone.
Pictures frozen in time
Are becoming clearer
Her chocolate coated skin, the depths of her dark brown eyes, the way he used to take his fingers and wrap them around the short curls of her black hair, how when something was truly funny to her, she would close her eyes and giggle, the way she couldn’t go to sleep without intertwining her legs with his; he missed it all. He missed her.
I don’t wanna waste another day
Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes
He was tempted to reach out, pick up the picture and throw it across the room. Of course he didn’t. He wouldn’t let himself take out his frustrations on her because it wasn’t her fault, it was his. He was the one to lie, he was the one to cheat… now he was the one who had to suffer the consequences.
‘Cause I want you
And I feel you
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger
Like a burning
To find a place I’ve never been
Now I’m broken
And I’m faded
I’m half the man I thought I would be
But you can have what’s left of me
He sighed, moving his head until he was staring back up at the ceiling as his mind wandered to yesterday morning, a morning he regretted and would love to forget.
I’ve been dying inside
Little by little
Nowhere to go
But going out of my mind
In endless circles
He walked into the house with a smile on his face, but it immediately dropped when he saw two packed suitcases sitting next to the coat rack in the foyer. He became confused when he saw her walking down the hall with yet another bag. She stopped in her tracks seeing him standing there.
“You going somewhere?” He asked her as she rolled her eyes and continued walking towards her luggage.
“Yep…” She said simply, dropping the bag next to the others before turning to walk away back down the hall. He began walking after her in confusion.
“Where are you going with all that stuff?” He asked, following her up the stairs.
“I’m leaving…”
He snickered. “Yeah I figured that much. Where are you going?” He asked as they walked into the bedroom they had been sharing for the past 8 months. He watched her walk into the adjoining bathroom and walk back out, hands full of toiletries, in silence. “Faye, where the hell are you going?”
She threw the items on the bed and turned to him, anger glazing over eyes, cocking her hip to the side and crossing her arms across her chest. “Why are you just now coming home? You’ve been gone since yesterday afternoon. Where have you been?”
Running from myself until
You gave me a reason to stand still
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I told you I was going over to Trace’s. We had gone out to the club, went back to his spot and I was too drunk to drive home so I just stayed the night there. Why are you grilling me?” He asked, defending himself as Faye laughed and shook her head.
“It’s scary how you can just sit here and lie to my face.” She said staring at him with disbelieving eyes before pointing to the answering machine on the nightstand. “There’s a message waiting for you.” Without saying anything else she walked out of the room. He was tempted to follow her, but was curious as to what message she was talking about. So he walked over to the machine and pressed play. He slowly felt his body go cold as moans and blissful sighs came through the speaker. He recognized those groans and grunts; they were fresh in his memory. Even if he hadn’t been sure, the woman’s voice shouting his name in pleasure confirmed it. He immediately pressed stop and erase, as if to stop and erase the damage it had already caused.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want to hear the whole 4 minutes?” He heard from behind him. He slowly turned around to find Faye standing less than 10 feet away, no set expression on her face, duffel bag in hand. “I would assume that it lasted longer than that, but there just wasn’t enough room on the tape for it. From what I heard, you put on quite a show though.” His breathing became irregular as she stepped closer. “I told you about that cell phone of yours. You never put the key guard on. I remember when we first started dating; you would call me at all times of the day because you’d accidentally bump into something or press a button…” She reminisced before she began putting everything that was laid out on the bed into the bag. “It used to bug the hell out of me, but I got used to it because no matter how many times I told you, your stubborn ass never listened. I bet you’ll listen now.” He was too scared to speak, too scared to move. If he did, he was afraid she would snap and throw something or hit him, God knows he deserved it.
“Faye…”
“Imagine how I felt being awakened out of my sleep at 3:30 this morning by that.” She zipped up the bag and looked back at him with a smirk. “That was smooth J, real smooth.” She picked up the bag and began walking out of the bedroom. He rushed after her, stopping her in her tracks as he placed his lean body in front of hers. She groaned in irritation. “Justin, move.”
“Just let me explain myself…”
“For what?” She yelled for the first time that morning. “There’s nothing to explain! You cheated; you got caught; now I’m leaving!” She began to walk around him, but he once again blocked her. Faye threw her bag on the ground in frustration and crossed her arms over her chest once again, her jaw tightened in anger. “Justin… you have 5 seconds to move the hell out of my way.” He sighed, knowing he was defeated and moved to the side before she bent down to pick up her bag and walked around him, down the stairs.
“I never meant to hurt you Faye.” He called after her as she chuckled and shook her head, placing the last bag next to the others in the hallway where they both now stood.
“No Justin, you never meant to get caught, there’s a difference.”
“You know what? You’re right, I didn’t mean to get caught, I never even meant for it to happen… but it was just this one time…” He tried to explain as Faye looked at him in disbelief.
“If it happened once or 20 times, it still happened.” She looked off to the side, feeling the tears form for the 100th time that morning. “If you were getting what you needed from me, you wouldn’t have slept with her. That means you’re unhappy with some aspect of our relationship so I’m going to make things real easy for you and just end it.”
“What? No, I’m not unhappy at all Faye, it was just a mistake; a dumb, drunken mistake. I hardly even remember her name…”
“Oh so that’s supposed to make it better? Is that supposed to stop my heart from breaking? Or help me to look at you without wanting to cry?” She asked the tears now apparent in her voice. Faye threw her hands up, aggravated at how much he got to her.
Justin could feel his heart tightening in his chest. No matter what he said, she was going to leave him. Her mind was made up and once done, there was no turning back. His eyes had been downcast, ashamed to even look her in the eyes. He didn’t want to see the disgust written across her face.
“I’m sorry.” Was all he could bring himself to say.
Faye nodded before opening the front door and pressing the button on her keychain to open the trunk of her car, parked in the driveway. “And that’s the difference between you and me Justin…” She grabbed three of her four bags and turned to look back at him. “I loved you so much; I would have never had anything to apologize for.”
She walked out and just threw the bags into her car, slamming the trunk shut and beginning to get in the driver’s seat. That was when Justin began to panic. He felt himself running to her car door as she started her car.
“Faye wait, don’t leave me, please? I made a mistake, I did, but we can work it out, we always do…” He pleaded through her car window, tears now threatening to escape his eyes. “Come on Faye, please, I’m begging you to get out of the car and come back inside so we can deal with this, please!”
She had been staring straight ahead, listening to him plead with her before she took a deep breath. Faye wiped a stray tear that had fallen before placing her car in reverse. “I’ll come back for my other bag; I can’t deal with this right now.” And with that her black Nissan Altima rolled backwards down the driveway.
“Faye wait…” She stopped, but only to put the car and drive. “Wait a minute!” He yelled to her before she rode off down the deserted street, leaving him standing alone in the sorrow he had caused himself.
And I want you
And I feel you
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger
Like a burning
To find a place I’ve never been
Now I’m broken
And I’m faded
I’m half the man I thought I would be
But you can have what’s left of me
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