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Anne Frank’s Sister, Margot

Published May 16, 2014 by ladyserenity92

Anne Frank’s sister, Margot has always told me….

“Put your money where your mouth is.”

And she’s right about that.

Margot often gave her little sister advice about money.

That you should talk as if you’re wealthy; not like you came from the poorhouse.

Margot Frank didn’t like her talking like she was poor.

Margot’s chance to teach her sister a lesson came when she wanted to see a movie.

Anne wanted to go as well.

Margot had money saved up.

When Anne asked her Margot for some money to see the movie,

Margot told her,”no.”

Anne never forgot about the lesson about ‘putting her money where her mouth was.’

Speak of prosperity and you will receive all the riches in the world.

Speak of failure and you will lose your place in line.

Norman Vincent Peale

Go for broke!

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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.

I Am Malala!

Published October 11, 2013 by ladyserenity92

I once said that the terrorist are so stupid, that they would kill Peewee Herman on the spot.

It happened not too long ago in England.

Two men did just that.

Only he was a soldier with a two-year old son.

Julian Assange now has a movie about him.

The Fifth Estate.

Assange doesn’t know that he’s HIV-postitive.

Nor does Edward Snowden.

I know a girl who took a bullet for a reason….

She wanted to go to school.

So many terrorist want her dead or worst.

But she made it clear,

“I’m not scare to send your children to school!”

Malala is the girl who is a nightmare to the terrorists;

And ally to the good.

I want to read about this ‘freedom fighter’ for girls’ rights.

As well as people’s rights.

So terrorists beware!

No monster on Halloween is more scarier than the human heart!

I Am Malala!

Go for broke!

A Story of two Asain Girls who though that they could get away with cheating

Published May 7, 2013 by ladyserenity92

My blog is about nothing.

Or, is it?

I’m always coming up with fresh post to entertain you.

It was on the bus today two girls though that could get away with cheating on their Mandarin(Chinese) test.

I spoke to them (in Japanese, of course!)

One of the girls cried, “I don’t speak Chinese!”

After awhile, we brushed it off with laughter.

After the two girls got off the bus, they went inside the Buddhist temple.

A monk appeared before them.

The monk had a scorned look upon them.

The two girls finally confessed that they had in fact cheated on their Mandarin(Chinese) test.

The excuse was…they just didn’t want to do the work and though that the easy way was the best way.

Sadly, both girls got big fat Z minuses and now instead of spending the summer in China; they are starting work from scratch—-in summer school.

As the school season comes to a close, think about two choices that you want to take: The highway or the (not-so-easy) way?

The choice is yours.

Go for broke!

This post is for entertainment purposes only. It’s not meant to offend any minority nor gender groups.

Dr. Dre goes to Hong Kong (Flash Fiction)

Published December 7, 2012 by ladyserenity92

Outside The Star Club, a band known as ‘Cheap Beats’ was backing up Dr. Dre.

Along with Tag Team, Cheap Beats co-operation within the four majors in their Air Force 1s  that had been on the market for assorted years and progressed into a variety of delightful styles.

The best ones Dr. Dre had hosted at his concert were his signature ‘All Globally Rights Reserved’ limited edition shoes.

At around 11, the manager told Dre and his back-up band to reduce the noise. Surpasses by the sales of the ‘kicks’, Dr. Dre and his band went on tour to Hong Kong. He and his band reveled in the perfect music that the miracles of sound by acoustic technologies took effectively, blocking out the noise.

Dre and his crew performed in peace in their Hong Kong-Stlye suite.

In Hong Kong, Dr. Dre and his back-up band experienced every detail Hong Kong had to offer.  The  musicians performed at ultra-posh night clubs. The hostess girls at the clubs gave them items wrapped in luxury.

Cheap Beats and Dr. Dre recorded in a studio that  kept them cool to enjoy the warm musical feeling inside the recording booths.

This flash fiction story is for entertainment purposes only.

Rapper Dr. Dre is in no way affiliated with the endorsement of this story.

 

 

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