Grey Huffington

Grey I liked the connection Essence and Lennox had. I feel like sometimes you’re looking for love in so many places, when where you should start is home. It’s like losing your favorite bonnet, looking for it high and low only to walk past the mirror and find it on your head the entire time. Or, looking everywhere for your glasses and touching your face to discover their on top of your head or on your eyes, already. I applied that scenario to a quick short story and I’m pretty pleased with the results. This is a story that felt good. Plain and simple.

if time told us nothing else, it was that we still belonged together. forever.

She’s an angel. And she doesn’t mind dancing with a demon. That’s why I’d move mountains, dry seas, and hydrate the desert if it made her happy. She brought goodness to the world. It was only right that I made it hers, along with the two tiny beauties that shared her hazel eyes and perfect smile. For them, I’d do whatever. For them, I’d become whoever. He’s a protector. And, a far cry from the menace they’ve labeled him. He’s just misunderstood. That’s why I’d climb the highest mountain, cross the widest seas, and conquer the desert if it brought us closer together. He brought so much wholesomeness to the world. It was only right that I made him a part of mine, along with my two minis that shared my story and sentiments. Because of him, we’d found happiness. Because of him, we’d found home.

She’s a gem. And on an entirely different level than the women I’m accustomed to. She’s loyal and about her paper. That’s why I’d sacrifice the only friendships I’d ever known, wait for however long it took her to be ready, and happily sever ties with anyone who didn’t agree with or was against our union. Because the little spoiled brat that I once considered off-limits had given me a taste of her forbidden fruit and there was nothing I’d stop at to maintain the privilege of burying my seeds in her garden. He’s a friend. And doesn’t mind risking it all for me. The truth is, I just can’t get enough of him. From his jet-black skin to his uncompromisingly addictive smile, he has me in a chokehold. However, our union isn’t as simple as we wish it was. That’s why I can’t see myself breaking my brothers’ hearts, destroying our family’s dynamic, or disappointing the man that means the most to me to be with him. I’d already cost him enough pain and suffering for the sake of love. I couldn’t bring myself to do it again.

*THIS IS A SHORT STORY!* Wander and Juelz have spent eight years apart and an eternity loving one another. Their friendship is compromised during Juelz lengthy stint in the Air Force after Wander makes the mistake of her life, complicating their already complex bond. Juelz’s return home heightens Wander’s anxiety and completely rocks her world. No longer can she conceal the secret she has managed during his absence. Little does Wander know, Juelz has secrets of his own. Their revelations can lead to a life of love and luxury or one of mounting misery. *THIS IS A SHORT STORY!*

I am not a drug dealer. I am not a seller… I am not a handler… I am not an abuser… I am not a promoter… I am not a smuggler… However, I understand that I can not save the world or the people who have chosen those paths. So, making substances safer, grander, and extremely unique is my life’s work. What I have created can’t be duplicated, stepped on, or mistaken for anything else. I’ve curated one thousand eight hundred twenty-seven strands of the purest, rarest white on the market. I am not interested in or addicted to even one of them. It is not a manufactured substance that I’ve chosen as my drug. It’s a person. A woman. A storm. What she is can’t be duplicated, stepped on, or mistaken for anything else. God curated one strand of the purest, rarest woman on the planet. Her name is Egypt Johanson. She’s faultless. She is flawless. She is pure. And, not even rehab could cure me of my addiction. I am Chemistry. I am a Chemist. The Chemist. And, I am, in fact, an addict.

To be un-broken, that was Solar’s only goal. By the time she made it to the end of the bottle she planned to purchase, she was hoping she’d have consumed enough of the throat-numbing liquid to fill the cracks and crevices that had been shattered and created by her ex-lover. Hunter. A white-collar brother who had promised her a world that even he’d never belong in. A string of bad luck and a quick turn of events leads Solar into foreign territory where she’s fancied by the addictive and superficially gorgeous Nahzir Benning. After long, Solar realizes liquor may not be as beneficial as Mr. Benning. While a bottle is easy to buy, she faces a challenge with the man she’s chosen to pursue. Solar quickly come to terms with the fact that convincing Nahzir that she’s worth his energy and his time will possibly be the most difficult task she’s ever faced.

Beautiful disaster. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of her. Who hurt you? The first question comes to mind when I open my mouth to greet her. Although it wasn’t the easiest to reach, I knew her heart was pure . Gentle to the touch yet stubborn as a bull, she made it hard to resist her. Unintentionally, she sank her hooks in me . She was the calm before my storm . A thunderous, darkening storm with lightning that graciously exposed the paternity of my brother and me . Though the gloom of it all lingered above both our heads, the winds that accompanied the storm were the breath of fresh air that I needed. Instead of the hovering clouds producing gazillions of little droplets of rain, they showered me with new siblings, nieces, nephews, sister-in-laws, and brother-in-laws . For so long, it had just been me, my mother, my cousins, and my brother. But, then there was her and eventually, them. Simultaneously, I found my father and my forever . And, I was ready for whatever when it came down to them both. Victim of my despair. That’s what I believe him to be. Why must you continue hurting yourself to love me? It’s the question I desperately want to ask the man who sees no flaws in such a flawed woman. Persistent, he was – unintentionally making it most difficult to bury my trauma . Forgetting the past and what it had done to me wasn’t easy. I lived with the consequences of it all each and every day. But, him, he made me want to . The issue was, I couldn’t. Not for him. Not for me. Not for our future. So, instead of stringing him along, I prayed each day that he’d find someone to fill the void that his heart must’ve suffered from because I couldn’t. But, he didn’t want anyone else . He wanted me. I just didn’t have myself to give. Not to him… and not even to me .

I’m not the n*gga you can creep with, Pretty. Smitten, I was, the day I stepped into your space, uninvited and unable to give a simple fuck. Aroused, I was, the second your lips parted and your words serenaded me. Without a doubt, I knew I would take the opportunity to part the lower pair and mark my territory with precision. Disheartened, I was to learn that you had vowed to another n*gga what should’ve been mine from the beginning, whether I’d stumbled into your world yet or not. The fact that you settled without meeting me first left a bitter taste in my mouth, forcing my hand. My mission was easily established, and I refused to rest until you were beside me. Whole, I became, the moment God answered those prayers I put in and blessed me beyond measure. From that day, my priority has been and will always be catering to your every desire because you deserve a love that doesn’t make you wonder, whimper, or worry. I’ve got that kind of love and I’m here to give it to you.

She’s a good girl. And she has a thing for bad boys. It’s the reason I had to let her go. I knew that I was a mistake she was willing to make over and over, again. I loved her too much to hurt her, but that didn’t give anyone else the right to. She’s too pure and too precious. And, I’d do any nigga dirty that dared to play with her heart. I wasn’t even the exception when it came to her. That’s why I knew I had to get my shit together and cater to her heart the way only I could. And until she was mine again, I’d go to war with any nigga, empty my bank accounts, ignite fires between us, sing every love song known to man, and grovel at her feet. Because I wouldn’t rest until she belonged to me. He’s a heartbreaker. And I’m still recovering from that time he broke mine. Year after year after year, I trick myself into believing that I’m over it – that I’m over him. But then I see his face and the feelings we once shared resurface. We were young and we were in love, but it was a love I was willing to do anything for. He was someone I was willing to do anything for. Suddenly, he decided that my love wasn’t enough. While he went on with his life, mine was always stuck on pause. Then, suddenly, I decided that love waits for no one and allowed it into my world again. Happiness has found me in the form of a chocolate, successful black man, yet, I’m still wondering if I would be even happier with him.