Khoree Lamon
Bio
My name is Khoree. I’m a writer and have been writing stories for a long time. Just a couple of years ago, I earned my B.S in Digital Filmmaking and Video Production. I just want to inspire and entertain others through my art!
Stories (6)
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My Favorite Memory
The light wind blew the wind chimes outside. The sound quieted my nerves. I swooped my long ponytail behind my bare back. My maid of honor handed me my bouquet and lifted my fiery red wedding dress (It’s non-traditional, but it’ll make sense later) at the end so that I could step into my heels. The room we were in had a beautiful large window and the sun peared on me as if giving me it’s blessing. The window was cracked and a bee snuck in and buzzed it’s way to my bouquet and plopped on a flower. My brides and I giggled. I wondered what secrets a little bee could hold. I breathed in the floral scent. I smiled. This was it. It was love at first sight when I found my hunny. I had searched for him for a long time. He’s my heart’s true love.
By Khoree Lamon 4 years ago in Confessions
The Fire Escape
The sunset began to lay over the city. I shifted closer to the cold window. The bus rocked my body into a coma. The quiet chatters on the bus quieted the voices in my head. My wired earbuds fell and clanked against the metal seat. I shoved one earbud into my ear and the other into my pocket with my phone.
By Khoree Lamon 4 years ago in Fiction
Pass
10:17PM Pass. I shake my head no as I meet the gaze of the sunset colored eye boy sitting beside me. I turn my attention back to the city lights and tall buildings in front of me. The busyness of New York City sounds like a whisper all the way up on our apartment building’s rooftop. Dreams seem further away than they do in my head. I gulp. The boy beside me, rubs his finger through his dusty brown curly hair. His other hand has his joint to his mouth and he inhales so smoothly. I notice red stains around his finger tips. I push my glasses up on my face. I look down at my black bandeau top with a yellow butterfly in the middle. I pull up my top to make sure my 50 bucks don’t fall out of my boob pocket. I don’t smoke, but my emotions are getting the best of me. Maybe I should’ve stayed in Staten Island with Pops and Auntie Arielle. It's too late for that. Police sirens sound like they’re approaching. Cops are trying to bust through the roof top door. I pull up my black bomber jacket over my top to cover the red stain on my shirt.
By Khoree Lamon 4 years ago in Fiction
Celebrity Dog Food
That’s right. Its name is Dog Food. Generally, when I tell people I’m making dog food, they look at me like I have two heads. They assume I’m making it for my dog, but I don’t have a dog. I don’t own any pets. People stare at me thinking I’m a crazy lady that makes dog food and feeds it to herself. That’s true...somewhat. I do make dog food, but it’s for humans.
By Khoree Lamon 5 years ago in Feast
