My Friend

Posted on: Sun, 12/23/2018 - 00:44 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

Between the concrete laid floor of the halls leading from the sun burnt rooms were classrooms, I step onto the scene. 

She was some distance from me, her eyes cut through me and left from my skinny frame focusing on anything else that was not me. Well, I had to accept that it was just as well you would hate me.

Join Us

Posted on: Sun, 12/23/2018 - 00:34 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

Slipping in between two people, I accidently bumped gaining a daring stare in my direction. Quickly in twirl, I bow and mouth off an apology. I navigated my way to the receptionist desk.

“Good Morning.”

“The name is Mr. Augustus, I have an appointment with Ben Wilson for, two o’clock.”

Flirting with Danger

Posted on: Sun, 12/23/2018 - 00:22 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

Night was perfect was these activities, even if I did not like it, he wanted it. He moves to the side, I slid my hand between the sheets dragging them up. Arching my back, I set down the object of his desire. His head came up and stared into the depths. Like a kiss on the outer reaches of my wrist tender to the touch, he asked.

“You need help?”

“Nah, almost done,”

Love You

Posted on: Mon, 12/17/2018 - 19:44 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

“Stop this.”

I open my mouth. Tongue frozen as thought did not translate to spoken words. The tinkle in her black eyes gone, her dark skin got lighter as she gripped her arms against her torso. She grimaced and cut her eyes. I step forward, she drifts backward. Eyes potent on me, I hold my head straight as I steady myself.

“You…” She starts.

Grab it

Posted on: Mon, 12/17/2018 - 19:37 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

Basking in the glory like a grand king. The memory was typical, only that could keep me up was this. This grand king was dangling my book in the air with sprite and candor.  In my mind I am guessing he thought I was Magic Jordon. Bullied into a position of weakness, I was now looking at my book in Mark’s hand.

Dark Future

Posted on: Wed, 11/28/2018 - 19:59 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

Outside the house of my very articulate acquaintance, it could be said I must be an idiot. But until the day was done I must see how much money I can seize from his coffers. Striding up the steps, I went into the humble abode of his crest white painted house.

A Ride to Remember

Posted on: Thu, 11/22/2018 - 18:51 By: David Shaw

The name is David Shaw and this is a short story written by me.

NOTE: Story dialogue is written in Jamaican Dialect or Patios, it is not bad English it is also not using the formal and official Jamaican Written dialect. This is informal. If you have any concerns contact or leave a comment. Thank you.

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