Author: Caramel Xpressions
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Social Media Detox
The alarm goes off. Hit the snooze button. 15 minutes past there’s that stupid alarm again. Wipe my eyes to gain focus while turning the alarm off. Oh, look notifications from Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat. Let me scroll and check these real quick. Dang that 30 minutes went quick. Let me go get in the…
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The Ideal Perception
My perception as a writer is skewed due to me being a reader as well. Growing up I had this idea of being on the NY best seller list would be me making it. All the greats had made their mark: Zane, Terri McMillian, Zora Thurston, Erick Jerome Dickey and more. Here in 2019, I…
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The Motive
Have you ever had a recurring dream and no matter what the outcome still remained the same when morning came? I have and there lies my motivation. I talk to GOD every morning, most days I didn’t think He would talk back. I’m learning to be patient because He may not speak with words all…
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A Writer’s Life
Behind the scenes, writers have a hard time. (Disclaimer before you get offended I’m not speaking for everyone.) We have to pre-write, brainstorm, brain dump, create draft after draft. Improve and perfect, revise, edit, proofread and edit some more and then give y’all a clean copy. All while fighting with these characters in our head.…
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Week One of my Blogging Journey
Ok, so I’ve been trying to blog for a week now and all I’ve learned that it’s not for the faint of heart. Whoever said this was easy was a bald-faced lie. Blogging consist of a lot of content creation. depending on the type of audience you’re trying to draw in. Which you need to…
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The EX-Day
Bending me over the table Strong long strokes Pleasing my body Making me tremble Hoping you didn’t break my coochie Holding my hips Kissing my back Up my spine Bending my body into every position possible Knowing that you’re mine for tonight Over and over again lasting all night Thinking of shit, we’ve done in…
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Infatuation
Art by @ReeseRoyce215 FB Short Story Challenge Today was our writing session. Here she was again unfolding her thoughts in my bed, typing across her keyboard. I sat at my desk with the pen top in my mouth as I watch the magnificent ideas scroll her face as she tapped at the keys. Yes, I was old school…
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Soul Is Tired
What if suicide was a way to die and start over? What if the life you’ve chosen isn’t by choice, only by acceptance? I don’t even look in the mirror anymore because there’s nothing to see. I sold my soul for a settlement, which is not paying out like they said it would. Praying for…
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Wreaking Havoc Pt. 4
My alarm went off. It was time to go see Julisa again and she better had fixed her attitude by now. This shit all her family, with her lying ass. I do believe she didn’t cheat on me. It was my reaction in the moment. To think that my wife, my most proceed possession, opened her legs…
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Wreaking Havoc Pt. 3
I damn near died when the doctor said that shit. “Ma’am we’ve notified your husband since he’s your emergency contact he should be here shortly. My heart dropped dead to my toes. “No, you shouldn’t have done that…” As spoke those words in walked that bastard and his eyes dared me to finish my sentence,…
Drippin' With Xpressions 