Shancia Speaks: Short Stories Superb!

The cover page of your book will continue to be distorted if you let people stand boldly behind their podiums and write your pages. To add insult to injury, they dare to read what is you, your essence, your life. Jagged ink and crooked pens are their weapons of hurt as they twist the letters and mispronounce words so that anyone willing could listen to their warped, insubstantial stories. The narrative has existed for so long that even you believe at times, that it describes you. The pages are stained and wreak of envy and at every turn they reveal misconstrued misgivings. That power you have given unto to others to define you has now become an unsatiable hunger. Perhaps one day, they may choke when the words they come to write about you get stuck within their throats.  The narrative persists, of who they think you are and who they believe you to be. How long shall they read your book for you? Their minds are illiterate and naive to what it takes to be you, yet you let them open yo...

While everyone stands around her and cheers her on with glee, she starts to go somewhere else. She has soared through another hurdle and her small circle is ready to wring her dry with their loving embrace. Ellen, however, faces an inward battle. Turmoil that trails like a stained wedding gown, and now the tears inside her leap abound. What is there to celebrate anyway? A life started way too early than the body was ready for and a mind that had to toughen amidst the pointed fingers and flared noses. No one ever says they are sorry. For casting her out, for all those misgivings, she simply has to swallow them all in one giant gulp. So, Ellen....watches the crowd around her and even while knowing they love her, she cannot seem to immerse herself in this bitter revelry. Why should anyone celebrate a life of struggle? Her life was truly like a stage show and right there in the midst of celebrating, Ellen felt remorse. The judges usually sit along the street corners with their hoisted, arr...