Mini Short Story | Fiction | by ReDDVoice
Why me, Lord?...She would ask herself as the bloody tears rolled down the side of her face...How could someone who claimed to love her, hate her so much she wondered...She would yell, but no one ever answered...There was no one else to hear her wolf's cry...
Flashbacks of his fist striking her head over and over and over again...Memories of being choked, stomped and beat as often as he liked...It was like a death sentence and she just wanted to die!...
She was broken! Not only physically, but spiritually...She gave in to his controls and became a prisoner in her own home...She felt trapped in a nightmare...Whenever she would run away, he would always find her...She would return out of fear...Loosing all faith of the life she once dreamed...
Over the years, she had become numb...Soon there were no more tears to cry...It was like a bad love song...One that played over and over again in her head...There was no happily ever after...She knew there was no escape...Her brokenness was a dark shadow that followed her wherever she went...No matter how hard she tried, she knew the broken pieces of her life would never be whole again...
ReDDVoice is a Freelance Writer who shares a compilation of her poems, short stories and interesting commentary. (Intellectual property warning - Duplication of content by permission only)
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"Lost & Found Love"
Mini Short Story | Fiction | by ReDDVoice
They were young and madly in love! A chance encounter 25 years prior would be the start of a beautiful union...One that was full of passion and promise! Not a day went by they didn't see each other...Their love was so strong they were the envy of their peers...One could never imagine him without her...her without him...They were like peas and carrots. It was them against the world!
But to their dissmay, their romance was short-lived...Revelation of unresolved baggage and brokeness manifest...Running from her pain, one day she decided to move away...Leaving an empty hole where their love once was...Their feelings of passion and love were replaced with those of abandonment and tears. A love that was thought to last forever was gone. They kept in touch for a while, but soon they both moved on...
Until one day, after all those years, a love that was once lost was found again...It was as if the love was never lost...and time had stood still....Now they were both older and wiser...They never knew their journeys in life would lead them back to their love...The only thing that had changed is the people in their lives...But no one could stop the power of love...and theirs was a testament that lost love can be found!
They were young and madly in love! A chance encounter 25 years prior would be the start of a beautiful union...One that was full of passion and promise! Not a day went by they didn't see each other...Their love was so strong they were the envy of their peers...One could never imagine him without her...her without him...They were like peas and carrots. It was them against the world!
But to their dissmay, their romance was short-lived...Revelation of unresolved baggage and brokeness manifest...Running from her pain, one day she decided to move away...Leaving an empty hole where their love once was...Their feelings of passion and love were replaced with those of abandonment and tears. A love that was thought to last forever was gone. They kept in touch for a while, but soon they both moved on...
Until one day, after all those years, a love that was once lost was found again...It was as if the love was never lost...and time had stood still....Now they were both older and wiser...They never knew their journeys in life would lead them back to their love...The only thing that had changed is the people in their lives...But no one could stop the power of love...and theirs was a testament that lost love can be found!
"The Forbidden Love"
Mini Short Story | Fiction | by ReDDVoice
From the time they met, they always had a special connection. A connection that would last through weddings and through years...A forbidden love they both knew would never manifest...The type of love that only they knew...Not a day would go by that she didn't think of him. The love they shared was a drug and he was her fix! No matter how hard she tried to delete him from her life, she could never forget him and what they shared...
He loved her more than he could ever admit...And even more because she was one of the few who saw his true heart, but not enough to risk it all. They both had so much to lose. They knew a union would not only be selfish but like forbidden fruit....He tried hard to hide his feelings, but she wasn't fooled by his tough exterior. She knew it was only a persona he created. A shield to protect him against the elements of his world. Despite it all, he was still passionate and sweet. Whenever they would meet, their chemistry was so strong it was magical. Whenever they made love, the bond would grow even stronger. They would find solace in each other, holding on for dear life.
But somehow they always knew their forbidden love couldn't last for long...As time passed, they knew their season was over and it was time to move on...The times they shared together became less and less. She spent months in mourning, missing his voice and remembering the warmth of his touch. Thinking of what once was. She finally found the strength to go on with hopes that time would heal her wounds...Their connection on hold, but no matter the time apart or how many others in their lives, they know deep inside their love will always be.
From the time they met, they always had a special connection. A connection that would last through weddings and through years...A forbidden love they both knew would never manifest...The type of love that only they knew...Not a day would go by that she didn't think of him. The love they shared was a drug and he was her fix! No matter how hard she tried to delete him from her life, she could never forget him and what they shared...
He loved her more than he could ever admit...And even more because she was one of the few who saw his true heart, but not enough to risk it all. They both had so much to lose. They knew a union would not only be selfish but like forbidden fruit....He tried hard to hide his feelings, but she wasn't fooled by his tough exterior. She knew it was only a persona he created. A shield to protect him against the elements of his world. Despite it all, he was still passionate and sweet. Whenever they would meet, their chemistry was so strong it was magical. Whenever they made love, the bond would grow even stronger. They would find solace in each other, holding on for dear life.
But somehow they always knew their forbidden love couldn't last for long...As time passed, they knew their season was over and it was time to move on...The times they shared together became less and less. She spent months in mourning, missing his voice and remembering the warmth of his touch. Thinking of what once was. She finally found the strength to go on with hopes that time would heal her wounds...Their connection on hold, but no matter the time apart or how many others in their lives, they know deep inside their love will always be.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Top 10 Signs Your Man May Be Having An Affair!
#1- He has another place, but still maintains a home with you. (he's not home most of the time)
#2- You get a child support letter in the mail. (it's for a child by a woman he claimed he never knew)
#3- He's absent frequently, but showers you with lavish gifts upon his return. (he feels guilty for all the sexing he just did behind your back)
#4- He no longer shows interest in sex or intimacy.(he's saving his energy for the other woman)
#5- He works a full-time job but somehow his checks occasionally come up short (from hours he's taken off to see the other woman)
#6- He installed a password on his cell phone.(to keep you from seeing all the calls, pics and texts to the other woman)
#7- You question his whereabouts and he gets mad. (you end up being the one apologizing)
#8- People tell you they've seen him talking to a lot of women. (he tells you they are his clients or family)
#9- He won't accept your "friend request" on social media. (he doesn't want you to see all the pics he's been liking and commenting on)
#10-You contract a venereal disease and he says he doesn't have it.(he's the only man you've slept with in years)
(Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only. This list is not all-inclusive)
Do you have one to add to the list, please comment under this blog.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
"The Blessings Jar"
Blog | by ReDDVoice
An inspiring story about counting your blessings...
It was the beginning of 2013 when I came across a post in my newsfeed about filling an empty jar with notes of all the good things that happen to you.
The concept was to put these notes into the jar throughout the year and to review them the following year. On New Year's day 2013, I decided to share this idea with my brother and his family during dinner. I decided to call it "The Blessings Jar." I handed everyone an empty jar, which I labeled "Blessings 2013."
On New Year's the following year, we were to share our blessings with the rest of the family during dinner. However, I never dreamed one of us would not make it to see 2014.
It was about 2 o'clock in the morning on November 4, 2013. My husband and I received a very disturbing call from my brother. I knew something was wrong, as I could hear it in his voice. "Terry's gone! Terry's gone!", he yelled. I immediately jumped out of bed in disbelief. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but when I heard the pain and urgency in his voice, I knew that it had to be real. We were all in shock! My nephew had been shot. His girlfriend and close family friend had also been shot. However, Terry didn't survive! The pain of his death was just too painful to bear! Just the thought he would never get the chance to see his 4 year old son again. He would never get the chance to see him grow up. He would never get to see 25. He would never get to see his three beautiful sisters get married. He would never make it to the next New Year's dinner to share his "blessings" with us. Though I was saddened, I soon learned that his death was not in vain...
To my surprise, my nephew was one of the few who had taken the challenge seriously. In fact, he made several deposits of little prayers into his blessings jar during the year. A few weeks after we buried him, I contacted his girlfriend and asked that she bring the jar over to his parent's house. As soon as she walked in the door, I gave her a big hug and thanked her. I took the jar and slowly opened it. Inside, there were two folded pieces of paper. I was so nervous I was shaking, but I had to see what he had written. I thought perhaps he would have written something about his upcoming rap career. But what I read brought me to tears! I was so distraught, I left the house to compose myself. Soon my sister-in-law (Terry's mom) joined me on the back deck. Oddly enough, she was the one who had to console me! She sat next to me and told me that she had just read his notes. She shared how she was actually pleased with what he had written. She was relieved to know he was headed on the right path before he was killed. Terry was a good, family man. What he wrote confirmed that. His two notes read: (shown in pic above in his own writing)
"BLESSED TO BE ALIVE...THANK YOU GOD."
"A BLESSING TO MAKE IT THROUGH A NEW YEAR 2013 WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY."
Today, January 19th, was my nephew's birthday. Had he survived, he would have been turning 25! His life and death is a testament to us all. Take the time to count your blessings.
Each year, I will continue to use the "blessings jar" in his honor. It will be a reminder to me that you should be grateful for the life you have been given each day because you never know when it will be your last!
To View Terry Rankin's Memorial Page on Facebook-CLICK HERE!
#LongLiveTrap
PLEASE COMMENT & SHARE!
Published by permission:
Olisa (Rankins) Armstead
An inspiring story about counting your blessings...
The concept was to put these notes into the jar throughout the year and to review them the following year. On New Year's day 2013, I decided to share this idea with my brother and his family during dinner. I decided to call it "The Blessings Jar." I handed everyone an empty jar, which I labeled "Blessings 2013."
On New Year's the following year, we were to share our blessings with the rest of the family during dinner. However, I never dreamed one of us would not make it to see 2014.
It was about 2 o'clock in the morning on November 4, 2013. My husband and I received a very disturbing call from my brother. I knew something was wrong, as I could hear it in his voice. "Terry's gone! Terry's gone!", he yelled. I immediately jumped out of bed in disbelief. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but when I heard the pain and urgency in his voice, I knew that it had to be real. We were all in shock! My nephew had been shot. His girlfriend and close family friend had also been shot. However, Terry didn't survive! The pain of his death was just too painful to bear! Just the thought he would never get the chance to see his 4 year old son again. He would never get the chance to see him grow up. He would never get to see 25. He would never get to see his three beautiful sisters get married. He would never make it to the next New Year's dinner to share his "blessings" with us. Though I was saddened, I soon learned that his death was not in vain...
To my surprise, my nephew was one of the few who had taken the challenge seriously. In fact, he made several deposits of little prayers into his blessings jar during the year. A few weeks after we buried him, I contacted his girlfriend and asked that she bring the jar over to his parent's house. As soon as she walked in the door, I gave her a big hug and thanked her. I took the jar and slowly opened it. Inside, there were two folded pieces of paper. I was so nervous I was shaking, but I had to see what he had written. I thought perhaps he would have written something about his upcoming rap career. But what I read brought me to tears! I was so distraught, I left the house to compose myself. Soon my sister-in-law (Terry's mom) joined me on the back deck. Oddly enough, she was the one who had to console me! She sat next to me and told me that she had just read his notes. She shared how she was actually pleased with what he had written. She was relieved to know he was headed on the right path before he was killed. Terry was a good, family man. What he wrote confirmed that. His two notes read: (shown in pic above in his own writing)
"BLESSED TO BE ALIVE...THANK YOU GOD."
"A BLESSING TO MAKE IT THROUGH A NEW YEAR 2013 WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY."
Today, January 19th, was my nephew's birthday. Had he survived, he would have been turning 25! His life and death is a testament to us all. Take the time to count your blessings.
Each year, I will continue to use the "blessings jar" in his honor. It will be a reminder to me that you should be grateful for the life you have been given each day because you never know when it will be your last!
To View Terry Rankin's Memorial Page on Facebook-CLICK HERE!
#LongLiveTrap
PLEASE COMMENT & SHARE!
Published by permission:
Olisa (Rankins) Armstead
Thursday, January 17, 2013
"The Rubber Ball Woman"
Blog | by ReDDVoice
An inspirational story about overcoming domestic abuse
I met a woman today at a local coffee shop that I frequent. A makeup artist by trade, she was very attractive and in her mid to late 40's. We had a very provocative, mind-blowing and inspiring conversation I felt the need to share. It started out with her asking me to help her with some editing, as she was writing for an assignment in a class she’s taking. After helping her revise her wording, she thanked me and we began to talk about my work as a freelance writer. Perhaps I had established trust with her earlier by asking her to watch my belongings while I went to the ladies room. Also, for some reason, I seem to attract people who feel comfortable being transparent with me about their life story. The conversation would soon get very interesting.
I don’t know how we got on the subject about men initially, but I shared the articles I just completed writing based on my interview with entrepreneur/motivational speaker, Joel Wiggins, called “Restoring the Man” and the upcoming sequel, “A Fisher of Men.” I shared with her some of his viewpoints on how the family should be restored with the man and how a man dresses impacts his image and self-esteem. She began to tell me how much she admired her dad, a retired military man, who was a great example for her growing up as a young woman. She shared how, even to this day, he opens the car door for her, never allowed her to take out trash, always dresses well and is the epitome of what a man should be. I was excited to see her eyes light up when she spoke about her dad. It was nice to hear since my own father spent most of his life in prison and wasn't a good father figure for me. Although divorced and remarried, her dad still took the time to be a part of her life and she says this has shaped her as a woman today. The conversation took a dark turn as she began to talk about her relationships with men!
She shared how she’s now on her 4th marriage and that all of her husbands were/are abusive! From physical to mental abuse, she has endured so much in her quest to live a have a happy life. Unfortunately, she hasn’t had much luck. Jokingly referring to herself as a “cougar”, she began to tell me about her current marriage to her 33 year old husband, a military veteran who is extremely abusive to her. He has a MBA and works for the federal government here in Atlanta. She shared how she felt he was "crazy" and talked about his family history of mental illness. In fact, his mother has been in a mental institution since he was 5 years old. What captured my attention was her vivid description of her abuse. She gave shocking details about how her husband has even sodomized her a few time and she's awakened in extreme pain. Unapologetic, he excuses his behavior because she will no longer have sex with him. Also, she explained how he’s addicted to porn, how she suspects him of cheating and how he is very controlling to say the least (reportedly only giving her a $30 bi-weekly allowance for food and gas). I had to chuckle when she referred to him as a “minute man” and how she found 3 bottles of performance enhancement drugs in their home (and they’re not having sex-hmmm). It seems their on-and-off again relationship for the last 12 years has taken an ugly turn over recent years. She even had him arrested and a protective order issued a few years ago for physically hurting her daughter (his step-child), enough to require medical attention on her back. He was ordered to undergo counseling and to continue paying the mortgage during their separation. In desperation, she had to apply for food stamps to help feed her remaining 3 children still living in the home (2 being his step-children). She even shared how he once had his friend come over to disable her air conditioning unit outside their home because he didn’t want her to enjoy staying in the house he was ordered to pay for. All this while her 8 year old son had just undergone open heart surgery in the middle of the summer!
At this point, I was stunned! She caught me completely off guard, as I didn’t expect to hear such talk from someone I had just met! I was just there to use the free WiFi, was in a bad mood and didn't care to interact with anyone today. Well, after listening attentively, I stopped her and shared my testimony. I, too, had been married multiple times (3 to be exact-LOL) and have been in abusive marriages with military men. We seemed to have a lot in common. However, because she opened the door, I had to give it to her straight! There was more to it than what she was telling me. I asked her bluntly, “So why are you still going through this with men? Why did you let your husband come back to live?” I was not being judgmental but I’m not naïve enough to base my opinion on just her side of the story, as I'm sure her abusers would have a different variation. She said that because of her husband's relationship with his mom, he seems to really hate women! But rather than to focus on him, I challenged her with some thought-provoking questions. I then asked, “With a father like the one you have, why do you tolerate men who treat you the opposite of what he showed you?” She looked puzzled. Not getting a direct answer from her, I took the time to share with her how I sought domestic violence counseling years ago and discovered how I was the common denominator in each of my abusive relationships. That in order to heal, I could no longer take a victim approach. I explained how I took the steps to end the cycle of abuse by different men. I said, “I had to find out what is was about ME that kept attracting these type of men in my life.” Her eyes lit up with anticipation of hearing my testimony. Like her, I was vivid and went on to share how I began to look at my own self-esteem and how it wasn’t until I started believing that I was a Queen—a woman worthy of being treated with love, care and respect—that I started attracting men who felt the same. I sensed a sigh of relief in her demeanor when she realized that she was speaking directly with someone who has been through the horrific things that she had been going through. I knew that by being transparent in sharing my testimony, she could someday also break that cycle and take better care of herself and her children. This has had a huge impact on them as well. She thanked me and explained her plans of divorce. I gave her a stern look and suggested that she prays and considers making some decisions soon if she wanted to see changes, starting with herself.
Because we were gaining an audience with another coffee customer who sat at her table, I asked her to end our conversation. However, surprisingly it ended on a very positive note. She said, “I’m just like a rubber ball and every time he knocks me down, the harder he knocks me down, the higher I bounce back up! Even though he keeps knocking me down, God just keeps blessing me. God has blessed me with a car so that I can get around and I am now closer than I’ve ever been to finally getting him out of my life!”
While she seemed convincing, I only pray that she bounces back before it’s too late and she gets deflated. Domestic abuse is a serious matter and being married with children makes it even more complicated. What I got out of the conversation are two things: 1) I now have a new friend and 2) My personal experience with domestic abuse was not in vain. I thank God for allowing me to minister to this woman. Only God could have put me in the same place at the right time with someone who not only shared my experience with domestic abuse, but the similarities relative to our military background, our multiple marriages, experiences with mental illness and even our name-was amazing! Yes, her name was Wanda too!
Funny Side Note: I hope that this rather long blog has helped someone today! I’m just being obedient-I was not allowed to rest until I shared it! Please feel free to LIKE/SHARE/COMMENT
To God Be The Glory!
If you or someone you know needs help, call 911! Also, you can get help with agencies like the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence @ 800-799-7233 Open 24/7
(This blog is available for syndication by written consent only)
An inspirational story about overcoming domestic abuse
I met a woman today at a local coffee shop that I frequent. A makeup artist by trade, she was very attractive and in her mid to late 40's. We had a very provocative, mind-blowing and inspiring conversation I felt the need to share. It started out with her asking me to help her with some editing, as she was writing for an assignment in a class she’s taking. After helping her revise her wording, she thanked me and we began to talk about my work as a freelance writer. Perhaps I had established trust with her earlier by asking her to watch my belongings while I went to the ladies room. Also, for some reason, I seem to attract people who feel comfortable being transparent with me about their life story. The conversation would soon get very interesting.
I don’t know how we got on the subject about men initially, but I shared the articles I just completed writing based on my interview with entrepreneur/motivational speaker, Joel Wiggins, called “Restoring the Man” and the upcoming sequel, “A Fisher of Men.” I shared with her some of his viewpoints on how the family should be restored with the man and how a man dresses impacts his image and self-esteem. She began to tell me how much she admired her dad, a retired military man, who was a great example for her growing up as a young woman. She shared how, even to this day, he opens the car door for her, never allowed her to take out trash, always dresses well and is the epitome of what a man should be. I was excited to see her eyes light up when she spoke about her dad. It was nice to hear since my own father spent most of his life in prison and wasn't a good father figure for me. Although divorced and remarried, her dad still took the time to be a part of her life and she says this has shaped her as a woman today. The conversation took a dark turn as she began to talk about her relationships with men!
She shared how she’s now on her 4th marriage and that all of her husbands were/are abusive! From physical to mental abuse, she has endured so much in her quest to live a have a happy life. Unfortunately, she hasn’t had much luck. Jokingly referring to herself as a “cougar”, she began to tell me about her current marriage to her 33 year old husband, a military veteran who is extremely abusive to her. He has a MBA and works for the federal government here in Atlanta. She shared how she felt he was "crazy" and talked about his family history of mental illness. In fact, his mother has been in a mental institution since he was 5 years old. What captured my attention was her vivid description of her abuse. She gave shocking details about how her husband has even sodomized her a few time and she's awakened in extreme pain. Unapologetic, he excuses his behavior because she will no longer have sex with him. Also, she explained how he’s addicted to porn, how she suspects him of cheating and how he is very controlling to say the least (reportedly only giving her a $30 bi-weekly allowance for food and gas). I had to chuckle when she referred to him as a “minute man” and how she found 3 bottles of performance enhancement drugs in their home (and they’re not having sex-hmmm). It seems their on-and-off again relationship for the last 12 years has taken an ugly turn over recent years. She even had him arrested and a protective order issued a few years ago for physically hurting her daughter (his step-child), enough to require medical attention on her back. He was ordered to undergo counseling and to continue paying the mortgage during their separation. In desperation, she had to apply for food stamps to help feed her remaining 3 children still living in the home (2 being his step-children). She even shared how he once had his friend come over to disable her air conditioning unit outside their home because he didn’t want her to enjoy staying in the house he was ordered to pay for. All this while her 8 year old son had just undergone open heart surgery in the middle of the summer!
At this point, I was stunned! She caught me completely off guard, as I didn’t expect to hear such talk from someone I had just met! I was just there to use the free WiFi, was in a bad mood and didn't care to interact with anyone today. Well, after listening attentively, I stopped her and shared my testimony. I, too, had been married multiple times (3 to be exact-LOL) and have been in abusive marriages with military men. We seemed to have a lot in common. However, because she opened the door, I had to give it to her straight! There was more to it than what she was telling me. I asked her bluntly, “So why are you still going through this with men? Why did you let your husband come back to live?” I was not being judgmental but I’m not naïve enough to base my opinion on just her side of the story, as I'm sure her abusers would have a different variation. She said that because of her husband's relationship with his mom, he seems to really hate women! But rather than to focus on him, I challenged her with some thought-provoking questions. I then asked, “With a father like the one you have, why do you tolerate men who treat you the opposite of what he showed you?” She looked puzzled. Not getting a direct answer from her, I took the time to share with her how I sought domestic violence counseling years ago and discovered how I was the common denominator in each of my abusive relationships. That in order to heal, I could no longer take a victim approach. I explained how I took the steps to end the cycle of abuse by different men. I said, “I had to find out what is was about ME that kept attracting these type of men in my life.” Her eyes lit up with anticipation of hearing my testimony. Like her, I was vivid and went on to share how I began to look at my own self-esteem and how it wasn’t until I started believing that I was a Queen—a woman worthy of being treated with love, care and respect—that I started attracting men who felt the same. I sensed a sigh of relief in her demeanor when she realized that she was speaking directly with someone who has been through the horrific things that she had been going through. I knew that by being transparent in sharing my testimony, she could someday also break that cycle and take better care of herself and her children. This has had a huge impact on them as well. She thanked me and explained her plans of divorce. I gave her a stern look and suggested that she prays and considers making some decisions soon if she wanted to see changes, starting with herself.
Because we were gaining an audience with another coffee customer who sat at her table, I asked her to end our conversation. However, surprisingly it ended on a very positive note. She said, “I’m just like a rubber ball and every time he knocks me down, the harder he knocks me down, the higher I bounce back up! Even though he keeps knocking me down, God just keeps blessing me. God has blessed me with a car so that I can get around and I am now closer than I’ve ever been to finally getting him out of my life!”
While she seemed convincing, I only pray that she bounces back before it’s too late and she gets deflated. Domestic abuse is a serious matter and being married with children makes it even more complicated. What I got out of the conversation are two things: 1) I now have a new friend and 2) My personal experience with domestic abuse was not in vain. I thank God for allowing me to minister to this woman. Only God could have put me in the same place at the right time with someone who not only shared my experience with domestic abuse, but the similarities relative to our military background, our multiple marriages, experiences with mental illness and even our name-was amazing! Yes, her name was Wanda too!
Funny Side Note: I hope that this rather long blog has helped someone today! I’m just being obedient-I was not allowed to rest until I shared it! Please feel free to LIKE/SHARE/COMMENT
To God Be The Glory!
If you or someone you know needs help, call 911! Also, you can get help with agencies like the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence @ 800-799-7233 Open 24/7
(This blog is available for syndication by written consent only)
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