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Vincent(Flash Fiction)

Published April 12, 2014 by ladyserenity92

I don’t know how they came. They were streaks of light that fell from the sky. If memory serves me right, they were shooting stars. I never thought that shooting stars were signs of hope; nor would I ever believe that one day I would look back to see how those same shooting stars would stay with me long after they disappeared.

I was eleven-years old. I lived in Harlem, New York with my mother and twin brother, Norman in the year 1956. My dad died in War World II after the liberation. I never knew Dad, except in pictures of him with Mother.

Mother never married Dad. Mother always said that it could’ve been wonderful living a fairy-tale life with him. Dad was a German pastor who spoke fluent English at Mom’s church. In fact, he was her Au Pair growing up.

Back then, wealthy blacks manage to get by on their own; choosing education over money. In the photograph, Mother was happy in her swimsuit. On the beach with Dad, she was brown-skinned with black curly hair. Dad on the other hand had an alabaster complexion, thinning blonde hair and freckles.

I was so curious about Dad. I wanted to know more about him. I took Dad’s picture off the centerpiece and brought it over to Mom.

“When I first met him, his sliver eyes sparkled like stars,” she replied.

“Daddy had sliver eyes?”

Mom smiled a nostalgic smile.

“Your father was like a prince from a fairy tale. In fact, when I was twelve, he would tell me a story about the shooting stars. In the story, he once said that every time you see a shooting star, your wish will come true. After the shooting stars fade away, you will see an ugly rock in your path.

“Remember this, when you hear a voice that tells you to pick up that rock, turn it over and see the beauty that rock has.”

It was yesterday on my way to school that I saw an ‘ugly’ rock. I wanted to hit the boys bullying me with it. For some reason, I didn’t want to.

 

That night, out my window I saw them. Shooting stars soaring across the sky. As I watched the night sky, my brother was fast asleep.  Stars filled with hope and dreams, soaring across the night sky.

 

Saturday morning came. My brother was still stuck in bed and Mother was getting ready for her house cleaning job. I told her about the shooting stars.

“Vincent,’ she sighed. “Now you know it’s just a story. I stopped believing in shooting stars when Dad died. Now, don’t get too hopeful. Stay grounded.”

Talking to Norman about the shooting stars was a big no-no!

 

I left the apartment, discouraged. I came across the ‘ugly’ rock that I hated.

“Pick it up.” A voice told me.

I picked up the rock and turned it over.

And sure enough, they were gems inside the ‘ugly’ rock.

The End

Be my Valentine

Published February 14, 2014 by ladyserenity92

“No fair,you cheated!” “No, you cheated!” The arguement was going on at the school yard between a girl and boy. The two children had played a game of cards. In the middle of the game, someone had peeked at the girl’s cards. “You cheated and you know it!” The girl continued. “I didn’t cheat!” The boy shouted. The girl now had her hand in a fist.
“You’re dead, Ming Park!” The boy resonded, “Bring it on Kim Oh!” The girl was about to throw a sucker punch at the boy, but someone grabbed her hand from behind. The girl turned around and saw the teacher, Mr.Cho. “What is worng with you kids?” he asked tersey.

The Sender

Published October 31, 2013 by ladyserenity92

Everone’s got an enemy in their lives. Some put up with them; while some cannot bear an enemy for more than one day. Now I know a guy that recives thousands of calls and e-mails from people around the world that want their enemy to be sent away to a place far away.

My Friend Mimi (esp. 3)

Published November 28, 2011 by ladyserenity92

That night as you lay in bed, you thought about Mimi and Roland Hall. You knew a little about Mimi, but not much about Roland Hall. Roland seemed to be a nice guy. Your sister was nuts about him when she was a kid. It had been thirteen years since your sister last saw him. Roland was fifteen when he met your sister; that would make Roland twenty-eight. She must still love Mr. Hall.

“I think things will turn out in the yellow,” * you say to yourself.

You couldn’t get to sleep, so you spend some time reading Catcher in the Ryeby J.D. Salinger. You loved Catcher in the Rye and Holden Caulfield adventures in New York. You and your sister went there in 2007 for the Marcy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I wonder if you still go to New York during Thanksgiving to see the Parade.  There was a tap on your door as it opened.

Your sister stepped inside your bedroom. “I knew you’d be up, kiddo.” She went over to your bed as you continued to read your book. She sat beside you and began talking to you.

“You know tomorrow is spring break,” she said.

Spring break; a week out of school and the spring festival. Do you remember the spring festival? The festival that you used to go to when it was springtime? Hmm? You and your sister would get shopping bags and and fill it up with lots of treats and gifts that they offer for free. You both would eat and rode on the rides. And you and your sister would eat cloud candy.**

You still love cloud candy and the spring festival, do you? I hope you still do, dearest me.

“Grandma sent you a sailor piece to wear to the festival on Tuesday.” your sister reminded.

You often act like a tomboy, but you sometimes like to be a girl once in awhile. That was what your mom and sister wanted you to be. Are you still a tomboy or have you gone back to being a girl?

No matter what you become, I still love you.

” I think you should get some sleep, Bookworm.” your sister said, taking away your book.

Your sister tucked you in and gave you kisses. She shut off the light and headed for the door. Before she left you to yourself, she told you, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight,” you whispered back. After your sister’s out, you turn on you nightlight and go to sleep.

As you slept in your bed, you dreamed of the festival, dressed in your sailor clothes.

You called Mimi the next day to tell her about the festival. You let the phone ring a few times, until you heard someone on the other end.

“Kim residents?” answered a  voice.

“Is Mimi there?” you answered.

“Who am I speaking to?”

“Liora.”

“Oh, my granddaughter’s friend. One moment, please.”

You wait for a moment for Mimi.

“Hello?” Mimi answered.

“Hey, Mimi!” you said brightly.

“Hi, Liora.”

“I want to tell you about the spring festival on Tuesday.”

“The spring festival? Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Ask your dad if you can come with my sister and me to the festival.”

Mimi paused. “Okay. I’ll ask him. I’ll put him on the other line.”

On the end of the line, their is a brief silence.

“Liora, are you still there? My daddy says it was alright.”

You pumped your fist in the air and cried ‘yes’!

“But…”

The ‘but’ killed your joy.

You asked, “But what?”

“My daddy has to make an arrangement with your sister and Mr. Hall for us to go. Father has to go to Singapore on a business trip, Grandpa has to watch over our house; and Mother’s in Thailand at a women’s conference.”

That’s was when Mr. Hall clicked in your mind.

“Who’s Mr. Hall?” you asked.

“My teacher from school. His name’s Roland.”

It hit you in the head like a boomerang. Mr. Hall was the man that your sister loved as a little girl. You knew that you had to find someway to get your sister and Mr. Hall back together.

“My daddy’s going to call your sister at four-thirty this afternoon. Okay?

“Okay. Bye, Mimi.”

“Bye.”

You shut off your pocket phone. You wished Mimi had a pocket phone of her own. Her parents wouldn’t let her have one until she was fourteen. And when she was sixteen, if she had a boyfriend and friends, she had to invite them to go with her with a chapone so they can be safe. Talk about strict.

Your sister Jesse was off for two days from her job at the diner. She was watching some soap-opera that afternoon. Jesse loved soap-operas a lot. You didn’t.

You were in the kitchen polishing up your book, when the phone rang.

“I’ll get it!” Jesse announced, dashing into the kitchen. Your sister took the phone from the receiver and began to talk.

You jumpped like a rabbit when your sister cried.

“Roland Hall, your daugther’s teacher? I used to go out with him. Sure. My little sister and I would love to go to the festival with him and your children. What time shall he pick us up? Seven? Okay, thanks. Goodbye.”

Your sister hung up the phone and danced around the kitchen. You smiled at her as she was dancing. Fate was on your side that day.

To be continued/Stayed tuned

*To turn good.

**Cotton candy.

My Friend Mimi (Esp.2)

Published November 27, 2011 by ladyserenity92

The next day Joy’s mom woke you and Mimi up for brunch. You still like brunch, don’t you? You had Belgian waffles and Dunkin Donut bagels. Mimi had a bagel with cream cheese, jam and lox on top. You viewed Mimi as she munched on her bagel. You wanted to know how a bagel with cream cheese, jam, and lox taste like, so you mirrored her bagel and took a bit of it. It turned out it tasted good. With a glance in her eye, Mimi knew you liked the bagel.

“I never meet anyone else in New Jersey besides me and my grandpa who would eat a bagel like that.”

The bagel was so good that you and Mimi decided to help yourselves to another one. Along with a Dunkin Donut.

After brunch Mimi asked Mrs. Trenton if she could help with the dishes and cleaning up.

Mrs. Trenton replied, “I don’t see why not, dear. But I do wish my daughter was just like you.”

Joy stuck her tongue out at Mimi  after her mom said that.

You didn’t want Mimi to clean alone, so you volunteered to help Mimi out.

In the middle of washing and drying the dishes, Mimi and you sang to the music on the radio. You two dance and sang to the music on the radio.

Hey baby! Someone’s calling your name.

I want to take you out to the picture show, or maybe to the ice cream/candy store.

Why don’t you give me a call.

Only you can unlock the lock to my heart.

Hurry, my baby!

If you don’t give me a call, I will give you a scolding that will make you drop on the floor.*

Ring, Ring!

You and Mimi laughed so hard that you almost crashed the plate you had in your hand on the floor.

You both heard a car horn blow outside. Mrs. Trenton called, “Liora, your sister’s here to take you home!”

You replied,”tell her I’ll be right out!”

As you began to leave, Mimi stopped you on your way. “I have to give you my number.” Mimi spotted a note pad and pen on the counter. You both rushed over to the counter and exchanged each others phone numbers. You gave Mimi a hug and told her that you’ll see her again.

On the car ride home, your sister Jesse asked, “How was it at Joy’s?”

You told her, “It was okay. I’ve met a girl at the party.”

“You did?’

“Yep. Her name’s Mimi Kim.”

Your sister stopped the car abruptly. “Oh, my goodness! That’s Matthew Kim’s daughter.She was at the party. Oh, my. Liora, that’s wonderful.”

In the ten years of your life, you never had a real friend. Sure you had some goldfish, stuffed toys, your sister and other adults as friends; but you never had a kid your own age as a friend. To have a friend of your own was a static shock to your sister.

Your sister went on, “I’m so glad that you met Mimi. The poor thing. I met Mimi and her family at the diner last Christmas. Mimi’s dad told me that she was lonely and didn’t have any friends. If she did, they only liked her for her money. One time a girl became friends with Mimi and her family. Mimi found out that the girl was stealing things from her and her family. Mimi told her parents and the girl was U.S. history.

“Kids treat Mimi like gum on the sidewalk. I don’t know why, but Mimi’s a nice girl. If people overlook someone like Mimi, it’s their loss. I was just like Mimi. When I was eleven, a girl(that I thought was my best friend) spread a rumor that I had slept with the pastor’s fifteen year old son and had an abortion. When I met the boy at church, he threw a bucket of water at me. He called me a lousy chit and told me to leave him alone.

“Turns out that the girl had a crush on the pastor’s son, and that the boy liked me more than her. We’re no longer friends because of the incident, since the guy hates me now. I can’t forgive her and don’t even want to try. I never spoke to her again”

You thought about the boy that your sister lost. You asked your sister, “What was the boy’s name?”

Your sister replied, “Roland Hall. Saying his name sounds lusty.”

You swap your sister as you laughed. You both laughed as you rode home

To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned

*In some cultures, if a male yells at a girl (using bad words), it is a form of disrespect.

My friend Mimi (Unfinished)

Published November 22, 2011 by ladyserenity92

The ‘piece’ in this story has yet to be finished! Sometimes a little improvement is better than no improvement at all. The story will be finished momentary.

From: the me in 2008

To :the me in 2037

Hello me. How are you? Do you know who the author of the letter you found buried in the ground under the cherry tree is? Your heart must be flutteringas you read this letter. I am you from thirty years ago. When you get this letter and the photograph of the two little girls, you are 40 years old. I hope you won’t forget the two little girls who are smiling and holding hands. You made a pact together that you two would live together in a house with a garden and two dogs.

The reason you two made that promise to each other was that you loved each other like sisters. As you see in the picture, I still believe that in thirty years’ time that you and Mimi are still friends. You loved Mimi Kim because she’s your best friend. In fact, she’s your only friend, and she may be the only friend that you’ll ever have. If you have time to read this letter, dearest me, I’ll tell you how you met her.

 

It was spring of 2007 when you were home making dinner with your older sister Jesse. You must remember that when you were about seven, your mom and dad decided to get a divorce. Your mom and dad couldn’t be happy living together for different reasons. They tried everything to make their relationship work out.  Sadly, it didn’t work out the way they hoped it would. And so your parents made the decision to get a divorce.

At the courthouse, you got the twist of your life that would make you brown hair curl. Your parents told the Justice of the court to arrange for your sister to take care of you and have custody. Your sister Jesse was hit by the news. You were glad that your parents made the decision. It was that since your dad was going to Canada with his jazz band, and your mom was moving to Israel for good, your parents couldn’t take them with you, so they gave your sister the chance to raise you.

I know that your sister Jesse had raised you up into a young woman. In fact, it was her that helped you meet Mimi.

 

You were throughwith dinner when your sister got home. Your sister checked the mail on the kitchen counter. It was there that an envelope in the trash can caught her eye. In a quick act, your sister rescued the envelope from the trash, brushed off the crumbs, and brought the envelope with her. As you sat down at the table to eat, your sister  slid the envelope in fornt of you.

“What was this doing in the trash, Mademoiselle?” your sister asked tersely. When your sister used ‘Mademoiselle’, you were in the pits.

It’s just a stupid contest notice.” You lied.

Your sister, like most sisters, can tell when their brother or sister is lying. Your sister unsealed the envelope in front of you.

“Methinks its an invitation to a certain party of a tween witch that you don’t like. Say, Miss Joy Trenton?” Your sister opened the envelope and plucked out the invitation. “Well, what do you know! It is.”

It was an invitation to Joy Trenton’s slumber party. When you were ten, you and Joy Trenton never got along. You never knew why Joy was so cold and mean to you, and why you fought all the time. Have you and Joy reconciled and became friends again thirty years later? And is Mimi with you two having tea and rum cake?

Your sister examined the invitation, reading every line.

You explained, “It’s just a bunch of snobby kids who want to flash and flaunt their rich toys and have an ego contest. I’m going to be the only pauper kid with a cassette/CD player, a second hand Sailor Moon night grown, and a Power Rangers book bag. It’s a set up to trick me. I’m going to be their pawn.”

Your sister looked at you and thought for a moment. That was when she set down her answer.

“I have to work late at the diner on Saturday, and you can’t stay by yourself (too boring). You’ll find a friend at the slumber party. And besides, you need a friend. Why don’t you call Miss Trenton on your pocket phone and tell her that you’ll be coming to her party.”

“I’m not going!” you announced, putting your foot down.

Your sister attacked back with her foot on the floor. “Oh, yes you are.”

 

At the end you made the call to Joy Trenton. On Saturday you were at the slumber party. When you got there, almost half the girls snub you; even Joy. You thought you would never get along with anybody at the party.

That night  you  watched a movie, eating fried cheese and fried eggplant with the other girls. You were  in the middle of eating, when a voice spoke, “Um, you have some sauce on your face.” You turned your eyes and was faced with a bright-eyed girl that was your age. The girl had cocoa-brown hair and light brown skin. And she wore red Chinese silk pajamas. The girl was kind enough to hand you a napkin.

As you wiped your face, you sneezed right in the napkin. The girl chuckled light-heartily. “Bless you,” she said. Then she asked you what your name was.

“I’m Liora. What’s yours?”

“I’m  Mimi Kim.” You were a little surprised when she told you her name. When Mimi saw the look on your face, she read your mind.

“My daddy’s Koren and my mom’s Black. It’s not too common that two people fall in love and get married. My daddy’s a Catholic with Buddhist relatives and mom’s an atheist. As for me, I’m a Catholic girl  since I’m closer to my daddy.”

You told Mimi that your mom was Jewish and your dad was German—Italian. You explained that when your dad married your mom and brought her home to meet his parents, his parents flipped when they saw your mom and at the news that they got married. Your parents were eighteen. Your dad made the decision to leave home to be with your mom.

Mimi told you her story about her parents. Her dad came from South Korea to attend university in America. It was when he met Mimi’s mom while attending. In the middle of the semester, they fell in love. When Mimi’s mom became pregnant, her dad made the decision to marry the mother of his child. After the wedding, Mimi’s dad called his father about the news.

“You did the right thing, son.” his dad said.

At 20 years old, Mimi’s parents both had to grow up.

Mimi’s parents finished university with high honors. On August 10th, (two months after the graduation) Mimi’s sister Yu was born.

After her story, you and Mimi went back to watching the movie.

That night as everyone was asleep, you and Mimi talked about what was on your minds. You talked about your sister and how she worked at the diner as a waitress. Mimi told you that her dad was C.E.O of a toy company.

“My daddy is a nice man,” Mimi said, “Bows all the time; a little strict most of the time. He said that I remind him of my sister. I don’t remember Yu-Yu that much. She died when I was a baby. My brother Parker doesn’t know our sister. He wasn’t born yet and never got to know her. All we have left of her are her photographs, her memory alter, and an urn with her ashes.”

“Your sister must have been nice, the way you talk about her.” you said. “Jesse is my only sister. If something happened to her, I’d crack up. I wish I could’ve known your sister, Mimi. Mimi?”

By Mimi’s profile, she was asleep. While she slept, you admired her like she was a princess. “Good night, Mimi.” you whispered to her. That night you slept by Mimi’s side, dreaming about Mimi’s sister. The sister that You’ll never know.

To Be Continued/Stayed tuned! 

Little Butterfly (Book review)

Published August 22, 2011 by ladyserenity92

I’ve read the omnibus version of Little Butterfly by manga-ka Hinako Takanaga. The graphic novel is about 15-year old junior high student Yuki Kojima and his first brush of young love with the lonely Atsushi Nakahara. The coming-of-age romantic omnibus graphic novel is sexy, dramatic, and poetic.

The graphic novel is a romantic coming of age story about two young men who make the leap of faith into the adulthood of love.  Between the two, the young men make a pact to leave their childhood behind and engage into forbidden love. In the novel, the butterflies represent their short-life of childhood as their school days come to an end.  There’s  graphic homoerotic bed scenes in the picture novel.  It’s best that teens 14+ have a go at it.

In the era of gay-bashings and lack of respect, tolerance and love; once you have read  Little Butterfly, your heart will open and you’ll be flying on air like a butterfly without wings.

Now at bookstores, online and your local libaray!

Go for broke!

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