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“Vermin” (A Million Roses) by A.Dakala
I knew when I walked in and saw two wine glasses in the sink, that the atmosphere would have a scent of foul play. Coleman's favorite bottle of wine was empty, and in the trash can. I guess he didn't think I would notice it. I notice everything, I'm always scanning his house when I'm... Continue Reading →
“The Karma Cafe” by A.Dakala
There are no menus or price lists. You will get served what you deserve. Afraid to go to my own house after working a ten hour shift. I knew he would be there sitting in the living room drinking as usual; waiting for any reason to act out of character or blame me for cheating.... Continue Reading →
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“The Teardrop Diamond” A Dakala
The teardrop shape of the diamond is said to symbolize tears of joy, while the style itself is a testament to a woman who is bold and walks to the beat of her own drum. This style is perfect for an empowered woman with a flair for romance and elegance. Her style of own represents a... Continue Reading →
“Just Add Magic” by A. Dakala
So tired of being single and waking up at 3 am on a work night eating bowls of chocolate ice cream to sacrifice her sexual desires became so common to a beautiful black "Queen" her friends called her. Over the last three years Josephine made life all about her career and saving money. She just... Continue Reading →
“Beez in the Trap”
Anytime I go out of town to pick up work for my trappers, I always ride by my neighborhood first to make sure there's no undercover cop cars watching in the dark before I go home. This particular night, I decided to stay in a hotel a mile from my house and get up early... Continue Reading →
“Debalce” by A.Dakala
Marriage failed because I was sleeping with the enemy, a fake rat disguise as a mouse. We were no longer friends and the all the hate had set in like grass stains in a pair of new blue jeans. I no longer loved this person anymore and my nightly prayers seem to beg for God... Continue Reading →
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