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LOST & FOUND                                                                       FOR IMMEDIATE

By: Danard Wilson, $6.99 173 pgs.                 RELEASE CONTACT: MISTER.2426@GMAIL.COM

PUB DATE: APRIL 2013

            Experience the life of Tameka Brown, a young impressionable teenager from Forest Projects, who struggles to raise herself despite her mother’s addiction to crack cocaine when her mother Felicia, dies from an overdose, Tameka finds comfort in an experienced bi-sexual stripper name Cream.

            Once their relationship fails, Tameka is forced to take on the world by herself.  She makes her way to Los Angeles, where she is introduced to the porn industry and eventually takes on the role of dominatrix.

             She meets a guy named Prince, who seems to be a knight in shining armor.  But looks can be deceiving.  Will Prince rescue her from the cold hard world that slowly eats away at her innocence like a plague? Only time will tell……

              Lost & Found is a gripping tale that exposes the dilemmas young girls in urban communities are faced with the lure of money, fame and the fast life.   It exposed the underworld of the sex trade and many of the tricks, pimps, hustlers and establishments use to manipulate teenage girls to do their bidding.  It touches on a genre that is seldom recognized when we speak on victims and crime.

              Danard Wilson penned a tale of a girl named Tameka, originally written as a script inspired by the popular title from one of Donald Goines novels, “BLACK GIRL LOST.”

              Growing up in Brooklyn, Danard started out as a troubled youth who eventually became influenced by his peers.  Like, so many others who fell prey to the lure, he found himself caught up in some of the myths urban hood legends evoke.  Being ambitious and determined LOST & FOUND became his final draft.  It is a fast paced roller coaster ride of emotions, action and drama.  That he hopes will be the debut of a long line of

Storiesrus: Author MISTER aka Danard Wilson

“GUN TALK”

StoriesRUs:  Author – KING PEN aka Steven

They’re beefing again……

Always after drinking that Seagrams Gin.  “Roll the dice and shut the fuck up!” Chisel snapped growing impatient.  “You gon ace any motherfucker way.”  “You right, you mutt face fuck! I am gon ace three of them!”  Trip retorted shaking three dice in one hand.  “Get em bitches!”  Trip threw the dice but never took his eyes off any bets.  That’s when he caught it, Chisel cheated skimping money off his pile with a devilish grin.  The three dice stopped on all three’s which was an automatic win.  It was me Trip touched before shouting “Pay me my money, Chisel!”  I never flinched.  I stayed prepared for all confrontations to come.  One false move and I would make Chisel’s blood ooze leaving him out cold numb!

Chisel was real slick street hustler whose mouth remained shut.  His expression was puzzled as if he was being accused for no apparent reason a mere bluff.  Trip’s palm was sweaty.  There isn’t a positive speech to tune out this negative and all so dead medley.  “Yo y’all chill the fuck out!”  Sticks cut in from a neutral stance.  I keep one crazy thought in my head to the tope I’m fed, see I’m always ready.  It’s a gang of us in the streets.  We never had such humanly feelings to care.  Like this guy Trip who’s still touching me yelling waving his free hand in the air.  The temperature’s rising like the sun  but the tension is much higher than a celsius one hundred and one.  If Trip reaches there’s enough witnesses to send him to the frier well done!  In this competitive field where Titans and Vikings clash only football is played with safety’s.  It was inevitable for Trip to draw the chalk line of scrimmage after being face masked by Chisel the cheap cheat.  Trip lost his cool when Chisel moved wrong now a man will replace PEACE with brandishing his PIECE ahhed long.

Broken glass was shattered when a Heineken bottle was smashed over the Conner’s concrete, feet scurry.  Bystanders were all in a hurry.  No wonder cause all over this bread I was killing to leave a man DEAD…obsolete.  Add that to the fact that Trip was bitten because Chisel thought something was maple syrup sweet.  Trip was a known gunman, a killer which makes me his accomplice – the meaner one.  Everybody in the streets that day knew it when that one crazy thought lodged in my head was released….BOOM!!! it hit a five-year olds lungs…..  He was playing in his front yard minding his own business.  Unaware of the dangers that lurked on the Conner’s where squares claim blocks!  “Noooo…….my baby!!! ” A mother cries in hysterics exiting her house frantically.  It was a horrible sight to endure.  The pain stricken MOM held her son’s lifeless body in her shaking arms.  His sudden death was quick and painless.  But, all so painful for family and friends involved.  A young innocent child caught a stray bullet.  A crazy thought we was able to exchange.  A casualty of urban warfare having no fairness is to blame.  The intended victim Chisel dam dashed for safety.  He packed a firearm but thought wisely not to exchange any thoughts with me.  i was concealed inside Trip’s waistband but before he fled the scene he made sure to get a good look at all who looked at him.  Just in case a visit had to get paid to compensate for any dimes being dropped.  (Dam that was slick!)

A kid was killed by reckless gun fire at a nearby dice game that’s fucked up!  Trip hot at his intended victim but Chisel ducked when he bucked up.  Mistakes happen but take heed never buck up at the crowd catch him solo make the right man bleed.  Ambulance and cop sirens could be  heard racing to the crime scene.  They arrived long after the gunsmoke so all is still a joke like Flavor Flav screamed.  Their reactionary time has made in motion slow poke it seemed.   The streets mourned a young soul merely five years old.  the PISTOL blowed and the kid murdered was a cool one.  It’s insanity to re-live this constant calamity is the rule of thumb.  There’s no code of the streets and no rules because there’s no regards for rule one…. PRESERVE LIFE so many shots fired that if you listen to the quiet riots you can hear a TALKING GUN!!!!!

MORAL MESSAGE:

It’s a modern-day GENOCIDE when BLACKMEN own guns and choose the wrong reasons to collide.  Innocent lives are taken and the one who take them commit SOCIETAL SUICIDE.  It’s tragic when a priceless life means nothing to make disappear without magic.  Now lying a coffin Mama coughing crying dramatic over her childs casket………

StoriesRUs:  Author- KING PEN aka Steven

STRANGERS TREAT YOU BETTER THAN FAMILY

Storiesrus:  Author-MISTER

 

 

 

 

Family suppose to be a structure that’s suppose to encourage, support, and provide you with the moral guidance that you need in life.  There are times when family fall short on their obligations or duties to you as a family member.  Well even though there are no official rule book on being family but we tend to go off of what is said and passed down through generations”FAMILY STICK TOGETHER!”

So, what happens when these bonds are broken?  The ties that hold the fiber become a thing of the past and someone you don’t even know stretches an arm out to give you what  you need…..  As we grow older, the definition of family altar from the people who share your DNA to individuals that brings the encouragement, support and moral guidance in the time you’re in need.  Yes it takes time to find out who your true family is because being born into a bunch of people doesn’t necessarily mean that’s where the heart is.

We all respond to how people treat us.  We will label things and people accordingly to their nature as well as character.  If a stranger treats you better than family you might want to start seeing that stranger as family and your family like a stranger.

 

 

Storiesrus:  Author-MISTER