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.