Trina Bailey
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Hello I'm here to share my overactive imagination. I hope you all enjoy
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Silent Revenge
It was a midsummer, hot late afternoon. Nina and her friends were looking for something fun to do. Hey, guys, let’s go to the pond, Jelisa insisted. No, I don’t think we should; it’s getting too late, Cynthy exclaimed in a paranoid tone. Why not Cynthy repeated? I don’t think it would be such a good idea. Come on, Cinthy, we’ll be back before the sunsets. Cynthy Looks around, biting her nails and with a nervous tone, ok, let’s go.
By Trina Bailey4 years ago in Fiction
The One Who Watches Me
Gia was a rapper that had it all beautiful, talented, money, fame, fortune. But behind closed doors, she is living a true nightmare. Someone has been stalking Gia. Gia began to develop paranoia. She barely wants to leave her Beverly Hills condo. In just three weeks, she had to perform one of her biggest concerts it’s a sold-out show. Gia has no idea how that concert will happen with her life in danger. It all started with inboxes then phone calls of heavy breathing. She thought maybe someone is playing tricks on her; she didn’t think much of it at first. Until one day, Gia received a package; she felt someone close to her sent the package. Gia got so excited and ripped open the box only to find a red negligee and note, “I want to see you in this when I watch you tonight.” The package sent shivers down her spine. Gia quickly called the police. She then called her manager and friend Eddy. Gia and Eddy grew up together, and Eddy also had a younger brother James. James was only a year apart from Eddy; he always had the biggest crush on Gia but never told her. When James heard the news, he came by as well. Gia called on her other friend Dana too. They all quickly rushed to her side to comfort her.
By Trina Bailey4 years ago in Fiction
The WishBox
Life for Lia was not easy. Lia had her ups and downs. Lately, Lia’s life seemed more down than up. Lia needed money so she could live a lavish lifestyle. Always on social media, envying all the influencers she followed. Lia got tired of being broke. Saturday morning, she saw a post from one particular influencer that caught her eye. Under the pictures captained, “I’m living my best life all thanks to my Wishbox.” She thought to herself, what on earth is a Wishbox. The influencer’s comment section flooded with questions about the box. Lia thought maybe she should order one, but then she realized It’s probably too expensive anyway.
By Trina Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
A Sweet Death
Finally, Saturday morning, I’m off from work, no stress, just relaxation. I can finally eat the chocolate cake my mom made me. I stashed it in the back of the fridge, hoping no one would find it. My mind has been on that cake for the past two days. I don’t care if it’s the morning; I want to sink my teeth into that delicious chocolate cake. My mom’s cakes were so good, the frosting so buttery and whipped. The cake is so soft and moist it melts right in your mouth with every bite. My mom’s cakes are so addicting. She always made me my own special cake. Every meal, she made a cake for my brothers and sisters and one for me all to myself. I was not too fond of sharing.
By Trina Bailey5 years ago in Criminal
The Secrets She Held
Summer of 98, my mom goes into labor. I was one of two children that were born that day. Sometimes I have faint memories of it. I knew I wasn’t the only child. My mom got the exciting news of having twins. She wanted to have children so desperately and finally got us; she called us her blessings. My name is Jessi, and my sister was Jenessa. Sadly my dad passed before we could meet him.
By Trina Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
The RedLight End
Waking up from my stomach growls, I begin to panic from the loud sound coming from outside of the window. I scramble, looking for my locket. This locket is unique to me, heart-shaped with an engraving that says “I will always love you” The special locket is a gift from my mom, who received it from her mom. It’s the only thing I have left in this horrible place.
By Trina Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
