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One Night of Sin

Damn, pickings slim. I should’ve never let Rene talk me into coming to this whole in the wall club in the first place. All I want is a tune up; and I’m not about to bag an ugly dude. All though ugly dudes do tend to give the best dick. Hmmm….

Nah, I think I want to have some fun tonight. Damn! Baby girl looking kinda good over there.

“Ang what you wanna do?”

“I don’t know about you, but I need a release in the worst way.”

“Damn, girl! It’s only been 2 months.”

“Nah, it’s been five.”

“Ohhh.. I’m sorry!… But didn’t you just break up with ol’ dude a little over 2 months ago?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we were having sex in the months before the breakup. Shit, before I moved out we hadn’t been talking for at least two of those months. So you know we weren’t f****ng.”

“Well, you don’t have to talk to get some.”

“Says who?!”

“S***, you think I talk to Jayson every time I want some?”

“For real, girl?… What you do?”

“If I want it, I take it. Simple as that. Technically it’s mine anyway, it’s just attached to his body.”

“How you figure that?”

“Ah.. Excuse me.”

Angela hadn’t seen him when he entered, but she was happy he saw her.”

“Ahh…. Yes.” She said acting as if she was annoyed, but in reality she was pleasantly surprised to see him in front of her.

Him not taking kindly to her tone, contemplated leaving her where she stood, without another word.

“Oh, sorry to bother you.” With those words he turned to walk away. He hadn’t made it an inch before she caught his arm.

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Part 3- Hypnotically Beautiful

If you haven’t read Part 1&2, Part 3 won’t make any sense to you. So I suggest you read those before you read this.

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“So where did I get my color from?”

“If you stop interrupting me, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay….”

“Well, I remember how hard it was for me, growing up. People didn’t and most still don’t take to kindly to people who look like me. So, because I didn’t want you to go through the same thing; I did something that would assure me, you would have a way better life than I ever had.”

“Okay Ma, but you’re still not telling me what you did.”

“Well the day I found out I was pregnant with you, I had my mom; your grandma helped me put a vail over you. With this vail I asked for you to never go through the pain me and so many others like me had to go through, growing up.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means, I know women are only able to control men if they have something a man wants; and you my dear, have everything. I made sure of that. That’s why you are so beautiful, smart, and assertive; because you have to be in control of your own destiny, if not these men will run all over you.”

“So you’re telling me; you chose they way I look?!”

“Yes, but only because I wanted to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to worry about men trying to force themselves on you. I figured if you were beautiful and looked white, men would give you the respect every woman deserves.”

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you; What you were trying to avoid, is still happening. I’m not saying, anyone has forced me to do anything. But one guy got awfully close to taking what he wanted.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because it was a white boy, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“If something like that happens again, you better tell me. I can take care of myself. Don’t forget; I’m your mother it’s my job to protect, you not the other way around.”

“I know Momma, but I know how crazy you get.”

“Like I said, you better tell me next time.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“How did you get away?”

“It was the strangest thing…. he had the chance to do whatever he wanted to, to me, but  stopped; it was weird Ma……. He had already ripped my dress open, snatched my panties from my body. But once he looked into my eyes, his whole demeanor changed.”

“So.. what made him stop?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. After looking into my eyes, for what seemed like an eternity, he ran off, screaming ‘devil’ repeatedly at the top of his lungs.

“Baby, you are no devil. But you do have power far greater than I’ve ever known.”

“What kind of power?”

“That I can’t tell you yet. But your Grandma, told me you were going to be a force to reckon with; especially for men. I’m sure what happened to that young boy, happened because he tried to violate you; and somewhere deep, you knew what would have taken place if you didn’t do anything; so you used your gift.”

“I wish you could tell me more about this ‘gift’.”

“The only thing I know, is it fully activates on your 18th birthday.”

“Did the same thing happen to you Ma?”

“Yes, but your gifts will be way more advanced than mine.”

“How come?”

“Because, both me and your father’s family follow the same practices… Never before has there been two Magical souls, come together to make one; until me and your father.”

“How are you so sure, I’ll be magical?”

“Baby your future has already been seen. I know what’s instore, that’s why I’m trying to prepare you for what’s about to come.”

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Hypnotically Beautiful

If you love Fantasy, I’m sure you’ll love this. Not going to say to much.

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Alexia
There is always someone who is so quick to tell me, I look nothing like my mother or father; it makes me wonder… That’s a terrible feeling to have, feeling like this family you have is all your own and then have someone come to you, saying that your family doesn’t look like it could be yours.
I felt uneasiness every time we went out in public because people always stated the obvious. I mean really; you don’t think I know I look the total opposite of my parents?! I have green eyes they have brown, I’m light they’re dark, I have straight hair and theirs is curly. A blind man could see that we’re different! So why do people feel the need to tell me that we are?
The whole time growing up people would ask my mom if I was a adopted. I’m sure it got under her skin, but she never showed it. I know she stayed strong for me. Growing up I asked my parents the same thing. They always told me; I wasn’t. I mean it got to the point of me begging them to take DNA tests. I felt bad for it, but…. I needed to know. In the end it was proven that my mother and father were indeed my mother and father. Even though the test proved my parents were my mine, I still didn’t fell I had all the answers, as to why I looked the way that I do. So I started to do some digging in old family photo albums and after looking through at least ten of them, I came across a woman that looked exactly like me. I had no clue who she was, but something told me my great grandmother would know.

A week later

I’m fearful my Granny may tell me something, I don’t want to know. That might be the reason  I’ve been sitting in front of her house, for the last hour with no attempts to get out of the car. That was until my Auntie caught me.
“Hey Alexia baby, What you doing out here? Aren’t you going to come in?”
“Hey Auntie. Yeah I’m coming.”
“Well you been out here for almost an hour, and you ain’t made a move yet.”
“Oh you saw me, when I pulled up?”
“Yeah me and your Grandma saw you. I just came out here because I wanted to make sure you were okay. Now that I know, I’m going back in the house.”
I felt a little embarrassed knowing they knew how long I’d been sitting outside. But that was not going to stop me from asking my Grandma about this lady. I really hope she knows who she is. Let me go ahead and get out this car, they’ve already seen me, so there’s no turning back now.
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“Hey Grandma. How you been?”
“Don’t try to butter me up. You been here sitting in that car for damn near an hour, and the only reason you decided to come in is because your Auntie came out there to get you. Don’t get me wrong, baby. I’m happy to see my grand baby but I want you to be honest with me and not feel like you got to be fake with me .”
“I know that Grandma.”
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you know you can be real with your Granny. Now that we got that out the way. What is it you wanted to ask me?”
“Well, you know how I had been wondering for years why I look so different than everyone else.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Well, I found this picture of a woman that looks a lot like me, and I wanted to see if you could tell me who she was.”
“Let me see the picture.”
This was the moment of truth. I hoped that Grandma knew who the lady was so I could get clarification on why I came out looking the way I do.
“Oh, where did you get this picture from?”
“Mom let me look through some of the old photo albums. She knew I wasn’t going to let up until she did.
Well Grandma. Do you know who the woman is?”
“Yeah, I know exactly who she is.”
“Well….Who is she?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“I wouldn’t be here asking you, if I didn’t.”
“I’m gonna tell you, but I want you to promise me something before I do.”

“Yeah Grandma, anything.”
“Don’t tell no one, once I tell you; not even ya momma.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“I mean it!”
“I know! Like I said, I promise that this information won’t leave this room. Now could you please tell me who the woman is.”
“Well that, is your great great great grandmother.”
“Okay, what’s so top secret about that?”
“That isn’t the secret, the secret is who she was.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Soon you won’t be, if you interrupt me again.”
“Sorry Grandma. Please go ahead.” “Well like I was saying, She ‘s your great great great grandmother and she was always known for her beauty. But people had no clue how she escaped the same fate as her mother. You see her mother was not much to look at. So when your Great Gran was born people wondered how her mother was blessed with such a beautiful baby. What they didn’t know was your Great Gran’s mother was heavy in magic. She didn’t want her little girl to go through the same things she had to, growing up. So she developed a spell that was irreversible, that would make her daughter beautiful. Figuring it would make life easier for your Great Gran, but it back fired.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think about what my Grandma had just said. But it was way more than I expected. “What was her name?”
“Sadie.”
“You said that it back fired. How?”
“Well the problem started when your Great Gran started going through puberty. There were always young boys and men seemingly hypnotized by Sadie’s beauty. It seemed as if she had them under a spell. That is were the trouble started to kick in.”
“What happened?”

“Well, Sadie had to literally beat men off with a stick. I’m almost positive it was that spell that her mother cast on her when she was a baby, is what caused the men’s hypnosis of her beauty. It got so bad she had grown men following her home from school.”
“If she knew any better she could’ve gotten used that to her advantage.
“You didn’t let me finish. Sadie at first, did not know what to do; she was just a little twelve year old girl when men started to pursue her. Once her mother found out what was going on, she started teaching Sadie how to handle them.”
“I thought you said her mother wasn’t much to look at. How would she know how to handle a man? Cause when it comes to men it’s all about looks.”
“Baby that is where you’re wrong, it isn’t about looks.”
“Okay if it’s not about looks, then what is it about?”
“Confidence, mystery and smarts. There may be other things men find attractive, but I know for a fact that those things, will have a man wrapped around your finger.”
“So what did Sadie’s mom teach her?”
“Well, she taught her never let a man get to close. Also that she had to teach them how to treat her so they understood what line not to cross.”

“How did that work?”
“For a time, it worked pretty good. The only time Sadie had problems, was when she would cut them off; that’s when they became aggressive. A few attempted to rape her. But it seemed as if Sadie knew what their plan was before they could go through with it. ”
“How did she know?”
“I don’t know for sure. I believe it was her mother, who knew first and prepared her for what was about to happen.”
“Did Sadie’s mom ever teach her any magic?”
“That, I’m not to sure of. But my guess is,… yes. I’m sure not anything to heavy, but little things to keep her safe.”

I didn’t want to make this to long. Part 2 will be up next Wednesday at 5am. If you enjoy Hypnotically Beautiful, please make sure to like, comment, and follow this blog for more stories like this.

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Site Changes

Good Morning!!!

I apologize for not posting regularly, recently. I’ve just been getting some things in order. There are some things that require a lot of attention. But by next Monday everything should be back to normal. I’ll be posting Mon-Fri, that will be the schedule I’ll keep, after I get everything set in motion. Also, the name of the site will be changing soon. It’ll be changing to ShadsShortStories.com; reason being, I love creating stories more than anything else. So instead of the site being predominantly motivation and inspiration; it’ll be mainly of fictitious stories. There will still be posts three days of the week, on all things near and dear to my heart. Things like motivation, inspiration, life of freedom, following your dream, and various other things. I’m not exactly sure what days yet. I’m thinking Mondays, Tuesdays, & Thursdays, and Wednesdays & Fridays will be for short stories.

Fridays will be for the freaks! So if you enjoy erotic entertainment, make sure to check out ShadsShortStories.com every Friday at 10pm Eastern. Wednesdays I’ll open up, for you all. So if there is something you’d like to submit or a concept you want to see come to life, and you want me to create it, email me at pro_fessi_onal@yahoo.com. All new changes will be in affect Monday 6/24/2019.

Also just wanna thank everyone who is and has been with me since this blog began; I truly appreciate you. Without you, I don’t know if I would have wanted to continue. But because of you, I’ve learned a lot and will continue to learn plenty more.

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Desire: Part 8

Reminder: If this is your first time reading the Desire Series please make sure to READ IN ORDER. All parts can be found under SHORT STORIES under Desire.

 

“Mahogany, you know I’m here for you.”

“I know. That’s why I’m trying to watch out for you; because I got yo back and  I know, you got mine.”

“I’m sorry you went through what you went through. I thank you for looking out. But I don’t think Klaus is anything like that.”
“Desire, you don’t know what this man is really like. The one good thing I have to say about him is, he has his own money. Did you ever find out what he does?”

“No. All I know is he’s the boss and can get time off when ever he needs it.”

“You telling me, ya’ll have been together for a little over a month now and he still hasn’t told you what he does?”

“Yeah. But he told me from the jump that he wanted to get to know me first before he tells me the inner most parts of his life.”

“Desire, what the f*** are you talking about?! You telling me his a** can’t even tell you where he works?! He at least knows that much about you!”

“I know. But, I’m trying to give him the time he needs to tell me when he’s ready.”

“I don’t know where you come from with this p**** s***! Grow some balls!” 

“Mahogany, can I do this the way I know how?”

“No! Because the men in Miami are a different breed, they nothing like the men you know. They cut throat!”

“Well, I guess it’s good for me that he’s not from Miami.”

“That don’t change a damn thing. He been here for a while, I’m sure he don picked up some of the ways.”

“You worry to much.”

“When you seeing him again?”

“Later tonight?”

“Where ya’ll going?”

“Damn, Momma.”
“Desire, just answer the question.”
“Well, we haven’t decided yet. But, I really just want to stay in.”

“There you go with yo fast a**?”

“I’m not being fast I just don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Like I said.”

“Whatever.”
“Well, expect me to drop on by. I wanna see what Mr. Klaus is all about.”
“Why?!”

“Because, I want to make sure he has the best intensions for my bestfriend.”

“Don’t you think I should have figured that out already?”
“No. He got yo nose wide open. So asking you to look at ya’lls relationship logically, is something you’re not capable of at the current moment. By this point I’m sure you’ve been hypnotized by the d***.”

 

“Ha, ha, ha, you so funny; Not.”
“Whatever. I’m not saying to be funny. I just know how this thing works.”

“Mahogany, can I give you a call back?!”

Klaus was on the other end and Desire was hot and bothered thinking about the night before.
“He’s on the other end; isn’t he?”

“How you know?”

“Because you sounding a little to happy to get off the phone. Go ahead and talk to him. But let him know, I want to meet him tonight.”

 

“Okay, Ma.”

Mahogany and Desire’s relationship reflected that of sisters. They hadn’t known each other for long, but that didn’t matter because their souls felt as if they had known each other forever.


 

Ending the phone call with Mahogany, she clicked over to speaker to her (a.k.a beautiful stranger) Klaus.

“Hey baby! Are we still on for tonight?” 

“That’s why I’m calling. I’m not gonna be able to make it tonight.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. I just have to take care of some business.”
“What’s really going on?”

“I told you Desire. I have to take care of some business. These are the type of things that come with owning a multi-million dollar company.” 

“I understand you have to work, but this is the third time you’ve cancelled on me this week!”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Best believe I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“What are you gonna do?” Desire was very disappointed, but soon forgot about it because if there was anything Klaus was good at,  it was making up.

“First we’re going to take a little vacation. I know you need it and so do I.”

“Where are we going?”
“It won’t matter because we’ll be in the room most of the time. All I wanna do is make love to you, and spoil you in every way I know how.”

“And I want you too. But when are we gonna go out and have some fun? It seems like all we’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks, is have sex.”

“I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
“Don’t get me wrong; I am. I just thought this would be something more than a sex thing.”
“That’s not what this is.”

“Coulda fooled me. Every time you come over here, we end up having sex.”

“That’s only because I’m attracted to you and you’re attracted to me.”
“I get that. But, you haven’t taken me any where since, what?….. About two weeks ago.”

“In do time. You know my business keeps me busy. I’m sorry I’m not able to give you the time you deserve. But I really like you, and I think something special could come from the chemistry we have.”
“I like you too. But, I’m not about to be sitting here waiting for you to show up, and you bail just when I think I’m gonna see you!”
“Patience, Monique. You will be seeing me real soon. I just have to take care of this first. 

How about we make plans for tomorrow?”

“Let’s play it by ear. I might have plans tomorrow.”

“Okay. Well, give me a call when you’re free.”

“No. How about you do that?”

“Alright, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay, I look forward to hearing from you.”
Desire was pissed. She thought something was really starting to takeoff between the two of them. But every time she thought he was allowing her to get closer, he would pull back by disappearing for a couple of days at a time. But little did she know, there was a really good reason he wasn’t spending as much time with her as he did before. She planned on doing some digging for herself. She felt it was time to get to know more about him than he was telling her. So she did what any woman in a situation like hers would have done; she made a plan to follow him home the next time he came over.

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Desire: Part 7

Reminder: If this is your first time reading the Desire Series please make sure to READ IN ORDER. All parts can be found under SHORT STORIES under Desire.

Weeks passed; Desire and Klaus got really close over a short amount of time. Neither one of them understood what was happening. They just knew they didn’t want to be apart, not even  for a second. There was something special about Desire, Klaus couldn’t quite put his finger on; something that made her stand out from the rest of the many women who tried tying him down over the years. The type of connection they shared, to a degree was deeper then any connection either one of them ever shared with one person.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“Hello?”
“Desire, where you been girl?!”

“Mahogany, stop that. You act like we didn’t just see each other a couple days ago.”

“That’s because we haven’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed; but you haven’t been to work in over a week.”

“It hasn’t been that long! Has it?”

“Desire the last time I saw you it was Saturday! And today’s Thursday.”

“Mahogany, stop being so dramatic.”

“I’m not being dramatic. Is it that new guy of yours that doesn’t want you working here anymore?” Mahogany got angry at the thought of Klaus; since the two started dating Desire seemingly put her friendship with Mahogany on the back burner, and she blamed him for that.

“He doesn’t want me to continue to work there; but that isn’t the reason I haven’t been to work, lately.”

“So what is?”

“To be honest, I just have been having so much fun with Klaus and decided to take a couple days off.”

“You coulda let a b**** know.”

“You right, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. So when do you come back?”

“Not sure. But when I do, you will be the first to know.”

“Monique?” Desire knew from Mahogany’s use of her real first name that this conversation was changing from playful to serious.

“Yeah, Sis, What’s up?”

“Please make sure that if you do stop dancing, it’s your decision and not his. Just remember this thing you have with him is fairly new. Also, even if ya’ll happen to be together for years and you think you know him; never do anything that you haven’t come to a decision about first. Follow your own mind; make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Girl, why are you being so serious?”

“Because I know the Signs.”

“What, ‘Signs?”

“A woman in love.”

“Who said I was in love?”

“No one had too. Like I said the signs are there.”

“I’m not in love! I just like spending time with him.”

“Monique, there is nothing wrong with being in love. I just want you to make sure he feels the same way about you. Because, I know what it’s like to love someone. Doing everything they ask or tell you to do, all because you love them.”

“Who you talking about? Rich?”

“Nah. I’m talking about the guy who would have been my first child’s father.”

“First child? You where pregnant before?”

“Yeah. Two times before.”

“Who was the guy? Some older guy I met at the club, when I was 16.”

“What the f***, you doing in a club that young?!”

“You know I didn’t have the easiest start in life. If I wanted to eat I had to find a way to make money; and stripping was the only thing a b**** could do to make some fast cash.”

“I’m surprised they couldn’t tell you were just a baby.”

“Desire, you know how it is. The better you look, the more you can bring in. They weren’t thinking about how old I was. They were thinking about how much money I could bring in. Besides it was my own fault.”

“I understand that. But you had adults around you who should have cared enough to know where you were. Maybe if they were more concerned with their daughters whereabouts, you wouldn’t have met that awful man.”

“What’s done is done. There’s no way to change what happened. All I can do is learn from it, and I did. That’s why I’m hoping I can save you from going through what I went through.”

“Was it the owner of the club?”

“No. It was actually his brother. I should have known never to get with anyone like him. But when you’re young you do some dumb s***.”

“What was so bad about him?”

“At first, nothing. He was the perfect gentleman. Then as time started to pass and I lowered my guard; it seemed like he went from bad to worse. Sometimes that could happen in a couple of seconds. I never knew what version of him to expect.

There were times he would beat me because I didn’t look at him the way he thought I should be. There were even times he made me have sex with other men because he was too lazy to get a job. Let me remind you; he had a job when we got together. But seemed to get ‘let go’ 6 months after us being together. I know now, the only reason he had a job was because he was waiting for easy prey like me to come a long. And that all happened because I let my love for him, over power the love I had for myself.”

“I hear you. I can’t believe you went through so much; and your not even thirty yet.”

“Yeah, I would have been 17 with my first child. But, he made me get an abortion because he wasn’t sure if the baby was his or one of the random men he had me sleeping with, for cash. Truth be told I really wish I wouldn’t have let him pressure me to get that abortion. Because, I don’t see children as accidents; they’re blessings.”

“Now, I understand why you were so happy when you got pregnant.”

“Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t be able to conceive again. One, because God gifted me a child and I had the audacity to send that little blessing back, and two, the person who did the abortion wasn’t a real doctor. She was one of my ex’s friends wife.”

“And you let her operate on you?!”

“I thought she was a doctor! After all that’s what he told me.”

“I can’t blame you, you were a baby. How were you suppose to know?”

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Balancing Act

“What am I gonna do?! Your husband gets back tomorrow!”

“What are you talking about? You act like things are gonna change. You know no matter if he is here, I’m always gonna come and see my favorite girl.”

“That’s the thing Sheila, I’m tired of being your favorite girl! I want to be your one and only. What is it with you?!….. You say you wanna be with me, but you keep running back to this tired, sick sloppy, excuse for a man.”

“Joseca, stop being like that! I told you; we will be together when the time is right!”

“And when is that gonna be, huh?! You’ve been singing this same song and dance since I met you; that was over 5 years ago.”

“Baby don’t be like that. You know I got love for you.”

“Oh, so you got love for me, huh? But when he’s beating your ass you love me, right?!”

“Don’t be like that, Baby.”

“I knew you were no good! I don’t understand why I gave yo ass a chance! My friends told me you were nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. Damn, I wish I would have listened to them!”

“Come on, you can’t mean that?!”

“Damn right, I do!”

Joseca, don’t be like that! Like I told you; We will be together, when the time is right.”

“Well if that time ain’t right now, I don’t know what to tell ya.”

Serious?! you gonna throw away what we have, just like that?!”

By now Sheila’s eyes were filled with tears. Joseca had no clue if Sheila was crying because she loved her and didn’t want to loose her, or she was afraid of loosing her as a friend.

“Sheila, STOP CRYING!   Everytime I try to be done with you, this is what you do! I’m tired of this!”

“Baby, I’m sorry that it’s taking longer than you or I expected. But just give me a little more time.”

“Like I said I gave you all the time I’m gonna give. There is no way that I’m gonna give you another second, another minute, or another hour.

Call me when you’ve made up your mind. By that time it might not matter.”

And with that, Joseca left Sheila to give some real thought to what she really wanted. She was afraid Sheila may pick her husband; but thought if she did, there was no way Sheila deserved her in the first place.

Weeks passed, and still no call from Sheila. By then Joseca thought for sure things were over; so much so that she started up something new with a very attractive guy on her block.

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A Story of Motivation

This was a short story I found on another website. It inspired me, and I hope it inspires you.

Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.
After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the boiled eggs out and placed them in a bowl.
He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”
“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.
“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.
“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.
However, each one reacted differently.
The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.
However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.
“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “
Moral: In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.
Which one are you?

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Good Morning,

Happy Friday!!

Today is the day for a lot of people to be off from their jobs, but this is the time for me to start working, seeing as I work mainly weekends and not weekdays, that’s one thing that really sucks about working retail.

I was thinking about bringing something else to this blog. I won’t be writing about it all the time, but I wanted to write about my time working as  cashier for a really large retail chain. I know a lot of my other posts mention situations I’ve been in while working their. But I would like to get a little more in depth.

I’m choosing to put this type of content out their because I know their are other people out here who have gone or are going through the same things I’ve experienced or still experience working with the public. I understand this won’t resonate with some, but there will be other things on this blog that you have the possibility of finding interest in. For example: I just wrote a blog on my dedication to doing the OMAD diet, or my post about love and relationships, or the different things that happen to certain people because the way they look. Those are only a few of the things I offer on this blog. One other thing this blog has, are stories. The stories that I have on here Are Desire, Learned Lessons, and Life. These stories are works in progress. If you would like to read them in their entirety please leave a comment and I will add the latest addition I have to these stories.

I plan to bring a lot more to this blog. This just like me, is a work in progress. I hope you enjoy every word, post, and story I put out for you to consume because that is my main concern; is that you will love it!!

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