Shancia Speaks: Short Stories Superb!

There was a thunderous knock on the front door at midnight. It was persistent. With disinclined stares and drowsy stomps, they opened the door anyway. Greeting them with mountains of luggage were their mistakes, looking for a place to stay. You see, the mistakes had heard of the news of a new year approaching around the corner and so they wanted to stay relevant, to weigh down, to subdue. A new leaf is about to be turned and this certainly cannot be; not on their watch. "How dare they move past us without permission!" they bellowed. The people try to shut the door in haste, but their mistakes were faster, with colossal battering rams, they kicked down the door. As the people scramble in fear, they forage the best hiding places to escape the touch of these intruders. The crowd of mistakes was massive. The man with the red flags dashed to catch her, the job he hates but stays in anyway almost covers him, the friends she hurt leap to try to cover her, the things she said in plac...

One sided stories are like invisible pens dapping in stained jars of ink. Listening to those kinds of stories are like riding on dilapidated magic carpets with no destination in sight. The one who has learned to go silent amidst stories spilled continues to sit still. He observes, sometimes stunned but not perplexed for he walks in his truth. The master manipulator loves this. That is his chance to pull as many souls to his side, tipping the scales in hopes that the one who does not care to explain, lays to ruin. The tellers of the stories often negate the part they play and spin devious webs that concoct and trap. Believable stories they are because the other side has never been told and for years has let them freely read their books. The stories are so powerfully told that everyone else gravitates and leaves the other lonely. As the scales tip, and more cards are dealt, a grimy picture of the other side unravels, a picture that hails the storyteller and puts a crown atop his head....

He's going to tell you that you mean so much to him and more but have you ever asked him to define "so much." He will tell you that he feels safer with you, that you are everything she could never provide. He will learn you, trace the outline of your canvas, only to splash you with toxic paint that reveals a hideous picture when unveiled. He will take you out, dine you with the best and make you feel like the only woman in this giant world but wake up you fool, there's like a billion people here, you're way too gullible, obviously, he knows this. His lips will feel so soft against yours and every time he kisses you, he'll let his saliva flow down into your heart to keep it pumping with foul fuel. That is how he traps you. Yet, with all his professions of love and all his charming gestures, you remain hidden, to wait in the dark for when his headlights approach or meet in a gloomy room with windows that have begged to be cleaned for years. You would think that ...