Simi Sunny's Blog - Posts Tagged "flashback-friday"

It feels great to be a Goodreads Author. I've always dreamed of being here to not only share my love of books, but also share my stories to the world. Hopefully, you can all read my latest novel, The White Sirens. Trust me! If you read it, you cannot take your eyes off of that book. It is filled with love, betrayal, mystery, suspense. Mostly, it is filled with suspense. So check it out. I'm sorry that I did not post an excerpt of my novel. I'm afraid if I convert my excerpt of my book into a pdf file, I would have to pay it (is that even possible?). I bet you can read an excerpt for free on Amazon. Feel free to try it then. I have the link provided. Again, it's available in ebook version, but I will sell hard copies if it goes well. https://www.amazon.com/White-Sirens-S...

Anyway, I love being a Goodreads author. I know that two of my favorite authors are Goodreads authors. In fact, I personally know them. Anyone know Viola Carr and Eve Marie Mont? They are awesome!

I hope you all make me feel comfortable at home. Like I said, not only do I love to read books, but I also love to share my stories to the world. In fact, I will post a Throwback Thursday edition in a bit. And maybe tomorrow, I'll do Flashback Friday. It's basically posting my old poems and short stories. So feel free to check out my posts and follow me on Goodreads. And if you have any questions pertaining to my work or anything fun, ask away! Happy reading!

I'm quavering in the dark, cavernous room. All I want to do is hide away from the situation that's going down, in the living room. The hunter is looking for me. He wants to annihilate me for breaking his heart. I have to confess that he's a beast inside, who's trying to beat me into a pulp. And here I am, trying to stifle a breath and a sound. Blood and sweat are dripping from my bruised skin, and my jeans are ripped by the wired fence. I had to do a lot of running to get to my sanctuary. But now that the hunter is inside, it's no longer my sanctuary.

I revoke what I have done. But then again, I shouldn't have decided to be with the hunter in the first place. In fact, how did he seem so nice in the first place? Did he hunger for lust, anyway? All I know is that he blind sided me, and I blind sided him back.

No matter where I go, people who are close to me have warned me about him. But all I get are subliminal messages, which I have ignored. I couldn't believe in some kind of paradox, until I saw his true colors.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. "Where the fuck are you, you slut?!"

He's coming, I think nervously. I must act, but how?

I scrabble through my stuff, and I find my old softball bat. I haven't played softball since high school. I think it would be useless to bring it with me. Now this can be my only shot.

Then, I hear the door creek open. I can see the hunter entering inside my bedroom through the crack of my door. He scans around the room, looking for me. "I know you're in here," the hunter says, viciously. "You better come out now, or my gun will do the talking."

My heart is thumping so loudly that I can't even think. I'm feeling dizzy, not even in control of myself. It's now or never, I think with perseverance.

Slowly but quietly, I scuttle over to the corner with my bat in my hand, hiding in the shadows. As I try to remain calm, the hunter's footsteps are coming close.

Once he opens the closet door, the hunter looks for me. "C'mon, babe," he laughs. "I know you intended to get me angry in the first place. It was your mistake that caused me to be like this."

My eyes widen in shock, but my muscles are tightening. A hint of rage is boiling up inside my body. My mistake?! How can it be my mistake? I only confessed, saying that I want to break up and be friends. Though, it could be scary to be friends with him after a break up. Already, he's acting like a raging maniac.

I've gone through enough, I think, feeling more outraged.

I grip my softball bat tightly, wait for the hunter to look away, and hit him in the back. The hunter drops his gun and holds the back of head, as blood leaks out. "Gyah! What the fuck?"

"You have left me bruised and scarred for no reason," I yell at him and swing my bat to hit the hunter in the head. "Even if I did nothing wrong, you still hurt me. Control me. Your words mean nothing to me."

The hunter spits out blood and chuckles evilly. "C'mon, baby. You're nothing without me."

"Think again, jerk."

With one final blow to the skull, the hunter falls to the ground and lays there motionless. His dead body is surrounded by his own gore. I'm free, I think to myself. I'm free at last.

I remembered that important lesson in my life, and I
could never forget it. I was at school one day, and I saw my best friend hanging around with people that he used to hate. He was wearing a shirt that has a picture of Biggie Smalls, baggy jeans that look loose, and a hat that has black and white designs.

My friend, Jose, never liked the guys who were irresponsible and roam around in the halls. Now Jose hung around with them. Lately, Jose had been ditching his classes and has stopped talking to me, ever since we were done with sophomore year in high school.

When we were in junior year, and things were different.

Without even thinking for a second, I decided to go over to my --now acquaintance --and get answers from him. I grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "Jose, what's wrong with you?"

"Ay! It's Niki, everybody," Jose exclaimed in a cocky way. His friends were laughing because either they were laughing at a girl, who wore tomboyish clothes, or Jose's new buddies were laughing behind his back. "How's it going, girl? We never talked to each other much."

"That's because you never did," I said, gritting through my teeth and gave an edge of irritation. My cheeks were burning because of the way my friend was acting. "Now what the fuck is your problem?!"

"Nothing, geez!" Jose raised his arms in defense, after I blew a fuse. "Don't be hatin' on me. I've been doing a lot of changes over the summer and look at me now."

Jose turned to his friend and gave them a slap on the hand while laughing. Then, he turned to me. "Besides, I got my new fam, and they'll be lookin' out for me."

"For you," I echoed. "For you?! Are you insane? You're better than this, Jose. That is not like you at all."

"Chill, Niki." He puts his hand in front of me, as if he was trying to calm our conversation down. Though, that was blatantly rude. "You don't know what it's like to be me."

"I already know what you've been through," I yelled at Jose. I remembered during freshmen and sophomore year, Jose had been dealing with a lot of drama. Jose's girlfriend, Timber, had cheated on him, whenever he's not with her.

Then, two of his friends transferred into
different schools, because one of them thought our school was racist. And believe me, he was too high alert about racism and he would get angry at an instant. Jose's other friend had a deal with another school that has the best football team. Both Jose and his friend play football in our high school's team. When his friend got discovered by the greatest football team from another school, he decided to transfer there, leaving Jose in the pit.

What made it even worse was when Jose and his ex girlfriend were trying to be friends as possible. Though, things didn't go so well, because Jose's ex girlfriend was clingy to him. Worst of all, they've been getting fights, as if they're already a married couple. Finally, they stopped talking each other when Timber
dropped the bomb on him. One day, Jose was just talking to his friends, how Timber was so clingy to him. Apparently, she heard Jose's conversation and started spreading rumors around school by twisting and turning Jose's words around. Jose would tell me everything before he changed.

So here I was, standing there and stared straight at Jose, feeling angered by his attitude. "I've already seen your pain, Jose," I reiterrated. "You know that I stuck up for you and helped you a lot. Now you just don't wanna be mister nice guy and get rid of your old friends for new ones?"

Jose licked his own lips, trying to get rid of that dry feeling of pain and guilt. “Listen,” he began. "High school has changed me a lot, and I can no longer deal with my past. The past is long gone, and it’s time for me to move on.”

With innocent eyes, I approached to Jose. “Does that mean you wanna get rid of the friends, who have been sticking up to you for the longest?”

Jose was hesitant now. It looked like he has nothing to say. Instead, Jose murmured, “Look, I gotta go.”

And just like that, Jose walked a bit faster to get away from me. His friends followed
him behind while snickering passed me.

So looking back now, I realized that high school could
change a lot of people in different ways. It’s either for the better or for the worse. But most of the time, high school changed for the worse. It even splits friendship in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter to me anymore. All I knew is that I had to stick up for my for myself
and that’s that. More importantly, I had to keep my heart shielded from negative influences, so I wouldn’t end up like my once best friend. All I gotta do is walk away...

Zach was just a peppy seven year old boy, who always has an optimistic view of the world. Everybody loved his spunk and was friendly, especially if it’s someone who was grumpy. Nothing could stop the young boy from ever feeling sad, except that one fateful day.

As Zach was coming home with his big sister, Lana, his parents were sitting at the couch in the living room, watching TV. When Zach saw them, he ran happily to them and gave his parents a hug. “Mommy, Daddy, guess what?” Zach exclaimed happily.

“What is it, sweetie?” his mother asked with a warm, gentle smile on her face.

“I get to draw a portrait of my family and write a few sentences about them.”

“That’s great, sweetie.” His dad laughed and ruffled Zach’s hair.

“But something’s not right, though.”

Zach’s parents arched their eyebrows, and glanced at Zach quizzically. “What’s that, Zach?” his dad spoke.

With innocent eyes, Zach asked, “How come all of you look different from me? You all have black hair when I have brown. And you all have brown eyes when I have blue.”

His parents looked at each other, and then turned their heads to their little Zach. His mother sighed and exclaimed, “Sweetie, I know it’s hard, but everybody looks different in their own way. And, how do I put this…”

“What your mother is trying to say is,” his father interrupted. “children can be adopted.”

“What does 'adopted' mean?” Zach asked, looking curious.

“It means children don’t have a mommy and daddy, so other nice people will take them to look after them.”

Zach’s little eyes were swelled up with tears, and one fell on his cheek. “S-so you’re not my real mommy and daddy?

“Sweetie, don’t say that.” Zach’s mom lifted him up and set him down on her lap. She rubbed Zach’s back and continued, “We love you very much. It doesn’t matter if you have real parents or not. What matters is that you have a family, who would care for you and love for you very much.”

Zach sniffed and wiped his eyes with his small hands. “Y-you think so?"

“I know so,” his dad replied with a comforting grin.

Zach smiled back and hugged his parents. “I love you, mommy and daddy.”

“We love you too, sweetie,” they both said in unison.

(This was one of my old writing exercises. I had to spruce it up before posting it. Hope this story warms your heart. Oh, and if you guys can come up with a title for my short story, that would be great! I'm stumped :p)

The Identity in you.
It is in you,
But not in blood.
It's complex,
But in different ways.
Sometimes there are rules--
The do's and don'ts.
The how to.
Maybe a struggle to learn.
Sometimes, people want to get away
Like the sense of escapism.
They think think there's no faith.
They think it's a waste.

(Don't be offended, if you guys think it's offensive. I wrote this when I was having doubt about myself. Sometimes, I still get doubts about myself because of tge society and community I'm living in. I know that, one day, we can overcome that obstacle and choose what kind of lifestyle you want to have).