#WritingPromptWeds Flip-Flopping T.V. Show Characters

It’s been a while but to get my writing juices flowing,I decided to do a writing prompt and I invite you to do this one too. Today’s prompt is brought to you by Writer’s Digest and it’s a tough but fun one:
Take your favorite TV show character of all time and put him or her into a different show that you enjoy. The character should be surprised to be in unfamiliar territory, but should interact with the other characters and, if possible, help them solve a problem. Word count: between 200-500 words.

Let me know if you can figure which shows I combined. Hint: Both shows are from the 90s.

Playing It Cool

Khadijah woke up on Hillman’s campus in a foreign bed and with a scrawny girl over her.
“Wake up sleepy-head!” The southern girl squawked at her. “Tailgating is about to start. Have you seen my pearls.”
“Say what?” Khadijah was lost. “Where’s Scooter?” Searching the dorm room for him, she noticed two other young girls; a frazzled head, groovy looking chick and a studious stern-faced girl who was apparently also getting ridiculed by the 60s chick.
Who the hell are these chicks and where the hell am I? Khadijah thought.
“Oh my gosh fine…I’ll go!” The studious girl was the first to give into their relenting peer pressure. Khadijah knew she had to follow suit-—it was the only way she would be able to figure out what was really going on.

“Speed up you slow pokes. I’ve got to find Dwayne and give him this letter.”
“Whitley, you wrote him a love letter…that’s so sweet!” The frazzled-hair girl cooed.
“No Freddie. It’s a list of outfits that just went on sale at Neiman Marcus that he can get me for Valentine’s Day.”
“But Valentine’s Day just passed?”
“Oh, it’s never too soon to start on next year’s gifts, honey?” Whitley snipped.
Khadijah was in awe of the girl’s audacity but couldn’t deny that she reminded her of her snobby BFF Regine.

The campus was live. Fraternities and Sororities were blasting music; strolling and chanting to each beat. Other students were sitting on cars dressed in color-blocked shorts and various African print shirts; laughing and drinking. The guys were trying to mack on the girls and the girls were prepping to be macked on.
“This is hype. What’s going on again?” For a moment, Khadijah wasn’t worried about the “how” just about what was going on?
“It’s Homecoming. The picnic and stepshow start in an hour and…” Whitley paused in her tracks. The lively and giddy girl turned stone face with anger.
“Who is that whore monger all up on my man?”
The ladies directed there attention across to the blue tent, where a guy with double-shades stood talking to a girl. The girl was dressed in a tribal mini so tight that Khadijah wondered how she could breath.
“There’s no way that girl is real. She’s a zombie or something. I bet she’s about to pass out in like two seconds…let’s count.” Khadijah looks down at her watch to start timing. The girls burst out in laugher— all of them except Whitley.
“I’m going to bust her upside the head and then bust him a new head.” Whitley began to jump toward the two and Khadijah grabbed her.
“Hold up, hold up, hold up. Look…he’s not interested in her. Just look at how’s he’s looking at her face. Believe me girl, if he was interested in her, he would surely let his eyes fall to all the places she’s trying to show. Be cool.”

For some reason, unknown to Khadijah, Whitley actually listened.
“You’re right. My sugarplum doesn’t want that nasty, low-budget skank. I’m going to be cool and go get him.” Khadijah watched as Whitley sashayed over to the guy, trying to play it cool.
“That girl’s got some spunk. But still…where am I?”

Then an unfamiliar face stepped in front of her and took her hand. Bringing it to his face for a gentle kiss, he introduced himself.
“Hi I’m Ron Johnson. And what is your name beautiful?” Khadijah was smitten with his suave nature. Scooter who?

The Tease: Chapter 1 of The Robinsons’ Sequel

The Tease is out!

In case you missed it, go check out my rough–and I mean really rough–draft of The Robinsons’ sequel. Tell me what you think. Am I on the right path? Am I drawing you in or scaring you away?

Remember, this is the continuation from the chapter in Untraditional, so if you haven’t read that yet, go grab it! https://www.amazon.com/Untraditional-Collection-Passion-Fy-Short-Stories/dp/069256957X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1488325471&sr=8-1&keywords=untraditional

The Chronicles of DNC

Ok guys, I’m trusting you with my life…ok, just my words. Check out the unedited version of the first chapter from The Robinson’s sequel (title still pending). Please leave your comments/thoughts below.


Miami the gateway to the richest drugs, sexiest people and deepest passions. A new world opened for me there and I’ve brought it all back with me. In one weekend, I let go and let my mind and body loose on the city.

Who knew that an innocent meeting with Drew and Monroe on the plane would be the precursor to events that would shift my being to something raw and sexy. They introduced me to a woman I’d never met before; my inner savage. I don’t know her name nor do I even know where she has come from but I was excited to finally meet her. And the great thing is, she’s amazing and I’ve decided…

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The Tease: Chapter 1 of The Robinsons’ Sequel

Ok guys, I’m trusting you with my life…ok, just my words. Check out the unedited version of the first chapter from The Robinson’s sequel (title still pending). Please leave your comments/thoughts below.


Miami the gateway to the richest drugs, sexiest people and deepest passions. A new world opened for me there and I’ve brought it all back with me. In one weekend, I let go and let my mind and body loose on the city.

Who knew that an innocent meeting with Drew and Monroe on the plane would be the precursor to events that would shift my being to something raw and sexy. They introduced me to a woman I’d never met before; my inner savage. I don’t know her name nor do I even know where she has come from but I was excited to finally meet her. And the great thing is, she’s amazing and I’ve decided to let her roam free with no limitations.

Everything about this women is beastly; she thirsts for attention, their attention, and she received all the attention she could savor. From the first night with an insatiable Ménage à trois that satisfied new urges in the fem savage, to a weekend full of laughs, liquor and love. Love for the new connection made and a weekend we would all never forget.

But it’s time to get back to reality. The world with them was fun and now my secret. They’ve taught me so much in our short time. Beyond the unforgettable way that shook my body with tender kisses and warm touches, they’ve showed me that what the world wanted only mattered if it was what I want too. But it’s not.

I want to live free every day. Not bound to my desk or to other’s desires or needs. Maybe I should just do what I love overseas, under an umbrella on a beach in Mykonos sipping a frozen drink. Then maybe later that night I would find the right guy to spend time with, making conversation that couldn’t keep us away from a bed too long, and then allow him to meet the savage.

After Miami, I really don’t have a choice. Freedom is all that I want and yearn for; No matter what the world thinks. Shit, the world is more than welcome to join me on my freedom ride to a new life full of mental, spiritual and physical independence. Or they can just stand by and watch this nightingale take flight.

………

7:30 A.M. The alarm is blaring but the thought of walking back into the office is delaying my wake. Today is the day. The day I go back to the black hole of monotony. I just can’t wait.

Turning over to feel the rays grace my face, I really have to ponder if I should go back. Hell maybe I shouldn’t. Okay, maybe I should, I do still have plenty of bills to pay. Soon freedom, soon.

What a joke but one day, preferably soon, I know it will come true. It was only a matter of time before I was willing to free myself on all levels. But for now, I’ll be patient and see where this new hunger takes me.

Siting on the edge of my bed, I can see something glowing in it. My skin. New and fresh. I wonder how long I can keep this look? I don’t need anyone to tell me that I “look different” because that’s apparent but I do wonder what Amanda will say.

Miami was a week ago and with the additional time I’ve taken off, I’ve tried to embrace my newness. Beside my sexual revitalization, I’ve been writing my thoughts, my wants and my fears in a journal. Without the Robinsons’, I’ve needed something to capture my intimate thoughts. I can’t afford to regard my own desires and emotions anymore.

As the sun glides over the horizon, I can’t help my want to watch it in the warm August air. On my walk to my patio doors, I make a quick cup of Cafe’ Bustelo—a little piece of Miami that I will now become a staple in my kitchen. The rays rose even higher as I stepped outside the doors.

Inhaling and exhaling each beautiful ray, I basked in the new day. Work or not, it was going to be a good day.

“Hey Nia, how was…oh shit!” I heard Bernard’s voice, my BFF of a neighbor. Through the gate I see him timidly looking away from the fence.

Oh. Looking down at myself I realized that I forgot to put on pants or shirt. Or even a bra. It’s too nice outside for all that. And I’m not running inside. I’m comfortable and just like the rest of the world, he’s going to have to get comfortable with this new me too.

“Hey Bernard! How are you?” I yelled at him trying to continue the conversation. One of his eyes crept through a hole in his blocking hand. Maybe he’s trying to see if I’ve finally clothed myself, or maybe he’s just getting another good look. He quickly turned his head again. It must be the first part.

“I’ve been fine. You know. Fine. Just fine.”

Ha! Let me take this sip of this perfect Cuban coffee and test this man. Taking a few steps closer to the fence, I waited for our next words.

“So Miami was good?” He asked.

“Yeah it was great. Great weather and great people. It was a freeing experience.” In more than one way. Taking more steps toward him, I wondered how long he was going to continue to not look.

Briefly his hand falls from his face, giving him a full view of my glowing skin under the rays. Then again he puts it back over his eyes. Come on man, you can do this. Stumbling back, he falls off the crate with a loud thud. Aweeee…he’s trying to be polite. That’s cute.

“Hey, I’ll talk to you later. Okay? I’ve got to…uhhh…I’ve got to go fix my plumbing. I mean wait on the Plumber. I’ve got pipe issues?

“Really?” Out of all the excuses, that was his. Sure, I guess.

“Okay,” gliding back to the patio door I try to calm his mind. “Maybe I’ll come by later and we can catch up on Game of Thrones. I missed the last two episodes.”

“Yep sounds good.” His fading voice was evidence that he couldn’t get inside his house quick enough.

Before I step back in the house, let me get a few more moments with these rays. Probably for the last time today. It feels good to be me. The new me. I hope Bernard gets his plumbing properly taken care of. Maybe I’ll stand out here for a moment longer to help.


So what do you think? Tell me your thoughts below.

Indie Author Perks You Should Know

A quick reminder about the perks of being an indie author…but if you’re looking to grab me up for publishing, let me know stop you! 🙂 #youtuber #indieauthorperks #amazon

Make a Revelation - Seek a Revival - Join the Revolution

Amazon sent an email to its indie authors asking us to speak about why we like being indie. Here’s my response plus the ultimate writing tip! #PoweredByIndie

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