EXCERPT FROM "INCOMING" THE NOVEL BY R.C.HARRIS

THIS IS A PREVIEW OF WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT. THE STORY OF ADULTERY, REVENGE AND LOVE COMES TO LIFE IN THIS THRILLING URBAN TALE. 

THE AUTHOR WHO BROUGHT YOU "MY CLOUDS HAVE WINGS", AND "VISIONS OF ELASTIC RAINBOWS" UNDER THE NAME R.C.HARRIS NOW PRESENTS A MASTERPIECE OF STORY TELLING FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE.








INCOMING!!!

Before anyone could answer my question, the telephone rang; it was a doctor from the emergency room. Dreena was involved in a terrible car accident. She and the baby were in grave danger. Annette went with me to the hospital; the paramedics had taken them to DC General Hospital, just a short ride from my house.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was consumed with mixed emotions. The emergency room staff had finished stabilizing Dreena and her baby. She had suffered multiple skull fractures, a pelvic fracture, and the baby she was carrying had head injury as well and the doctor thought the impact of the air bag might have damaged its skull. The CAT scan was conclusive. The doctor stated that they may not survive the needed surgery. He had only one question for me: in event that something went wrong, which one should they try to save?

That was more than what I wanted to think about. Dreena didn’t have any family. Her mother had passed away from breast cancer years before we met; she never knew her father. Dreena and her baby were laying on an emergency room table, waiting for the special team of surgeons to arrive. I felt a tear trying to swell in my left eye but held it back. Damn, what should I do? Annette stayed by my side, hugging me; tears started streaming down her face. I called Vanessa, who remained back at the house with the twins. Vanessa suggested that she bring the twins to the hospital. I told her no.

Damn, I got to think this thing through; I relied on my memory and all the information over the years, hoping that my recollection was accurate to say the least. I wonder if this is the kind of thing God goes through when He hears conflicting prayers. His will in the end will prevail; I just hope that, as a mortal, I can embrace it. I understand now why I couldn’t be God, and in a way I was glad that I am not. But in some small way, I was going through a training course to play God.

In this small corner of the world, where no one particularly cares about anyone else, two lives were in imminent danger of losing life. Here, in the bowels of my thoughts, I must rationalize a decision that will affect several people for a lifetime to come. And this wasn’t one of those deals where you can say, “I’ll get back with you on that, let’s do lunch.” I think that I had eight minutes before the surgical team’s arrival. Now, I must access everything I know to make the best decision for all concerned. My journal ends here, because I don’t remember events as I would like, just images, just fragments of the past.


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WRITING SOMETHING

I wanted to write something
For her,
Not with empty words she heard before,
So she would know
It’s okay,
But,
I can’t find the words
That express
We would not be wasting time
Or our lives
Nor the moments we choose.

Where are the words that would make her
Lips form a small “o”
Clutching the paper as she reads,
Causing her knees to tremble and knock.
Words that would make stop
Taking it all end
Because she just had a flashback
Of fantasy of me,
Only a second before.
Lifting her eyes up from paper
With a demure smile.

What words could I find,
That would assure her
No matter what
Bigger or smaller, in sickness or health
The truth that; I am not leaving
For I am the one who wrote the definition
Of a man
And the Almighty God confirmed it,
With the blood in my heart.
She can run and hide,
When she returns
She will find a love which was always hers
And so beautiful…

I wanted to write something
Making her slightly uneasy as she readjust her skirt
And use phrases like “really now”
Pause,
And say “ut oh”
Because there is a full moon rising
Mountain peaks begin to yearn for the sky
Through candy apple chemise
Words;
That would let her know
I miss her even when she is with me,
Am I conscious?
Am I sane?
Cause I say things like;
“She is my next to Jesus!’

I just wanted to write her something
To let her know I love her
But this is all I could come up with…

The end
By Verbalskillz

CLOSE TO THE EDGE

CLOSE TO THE EDGE


I GOT UP
JUST TO KISS THE SUN
AND ALL I FOUND
WAS THE NIGHTMARES
AND THE ONE
WHO THREW AWAY THE KEY
I SAT IN THE DARKNESS
WHILE BLUE SKIES LIKE IVY VINES
CREPT ALONG CRUMBLING WALLS
MY HEART,
THE STUMBLING DRUNK
FELL ASLEEPIN A CAVE
WAITING FOR A HOPE

I GOT HIGH LIKE STARS
WITHOUT A PURPOSE
FROM CUPS OF ENDLESS PAIN,
I HID IN BETWEEN THE TREES OF LIFE
SO DEATH,
COULDN’T FOLLOW ME HOME
BUT,
THEN I REMEMBERED
I’M HOMELESS OH DAMN!
SO QUICKLY CLIMBED
INSIDE THE JAWBONES
OF A WILDERBEAST’S ASS
AMAZED THAT I WASN’T SURPRIZED
LAUGHING AT MY FOLLY
‘CAUSE I ONCE THOUGHT I WAS WISE.

CLOSE TO THE EDGE
I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD SAY
GOOD-BYE TO THE ONE I LOVE
NOR THE FAMILY
I STOLE FROM FAIRYBOOKS GALORE,
SO,
I REMAINED IN THE MUDDY CISTERN
SIGHING, CRYING, AND DYING,
WAITING TO SLAY THE SEASONED WITCH
AND HER RED DRAGON OF MY CONUPEANNCE
MAKING CHANGE FOR MY HALF ASSED
PENNY THOUGHTS,

CLOSE TO THE EDGE
DON’T PITY ME,
PITY YOURSELVES FOR I AM
THE ONE YOU ALL NEED,
THE ONE WHO MAKES YOU GLAD,
YOU CAN REPENT INSIDE THE HARMONY OF
YOUR SPIRITUAL ILLUSIONS
AND
STILL,
YOU KNOW NOT THE MASTER’S NAME
BECAUSE YOU HAVE LOCKED IT UP
IN ORPHANED PYRAMIDS…


I GOT UP
JUST TO KISS THE SUN
AND ALL I FOUND
WAS THE NIGHTMARES
AND THE ONE
WHO THREW AWAY THE KEY
BUT IT DIDN’T MATTER
BECAUSE THERE ARE NO DOORS
JUST WARRIORS OF THE NEW DIMENSIONS
REBUILDING THE HEAVENS
PAINTING THE STARS
REMEMBERING THE MASTER’S NAME
CLOSE TO THE EDGE…

Verbalskillz © 2011

THE PRECIOUS FEW

INSTANTS IN TIME 
ARE THE FROZEN SECONDS SURRENDERING TO THE STILLNESS
OF A MEMORY'S HUNGRY,
AN HOUR GLASS BECOMES 
STORMY PAINTED SKIES
IN AGONY
A WITNESS TO IT ALL,
WASTED TIME 
INVESTED EMOTIONS SQUABBLE
ATTEMPTING, TO REGAIN WHAT HAS BEEN 
LOST 
THE YOU 
ME, 
THE PRECIOUS MOMENTS 
THE FEW...


Verbalskillz © 2011

HEY GIRL!!!

Hey gurl
Where you going
You leaving
Oh yeah
You tired of this shit
Get away from the door
Come here
I said come here
I know I aint your daddy
Cuz if I was you’d get a spanking
And not the kind you like
Now you in my arms
Now what
You mad
Like I give a damn


That right
Beat my chest
It feels good beating a man
Like that
Now let me talk
See
Im not a cockroach
When you turn the light
It runs cross the floor
Or run away
Like you trying to do
I gave my heart to you
And I’m gonna win yours
In fact im all in
So get mad
And I will be right here
When you through
Oh I’m a bastard now
Two things
Imam good one and I’m your bastard
Anything else/


Oh im silly now
You should see how silly
That poked out lips of yours look
And guess what
You still in my arms
Muaaaaaahhh
Muuuahhhhhh


What you mean don’t do that
Oh that right
you mad
im bout make you really mad
see/
stop…haaahaaahaaaaaa
hell no
oh you aint that easy
neither am i
but huh muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hows that
you still
mad
I want you mad
So I could do this
I know right
But it aint bout that
It bout us
And sharing time together
You aint get the memo…


Look imam let you go
And
Theres the door
If you wanna leave
Oh
You know I don’t want you to leave
Yeah we were gonna listen to music
Before you wigged out
Yeah I got verbalskillz new cd
And I got some kem too


But see
I like pinning you against the door
While you in my arms
Like this
So I can do that
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah that’s my baby
Damn
You is hot gurl…
I know right lemme shut up

Verbalskillz © 2011

JENAE'S BEDROOM -THE PRINCIPLES OF LOVE

I am happy and very proud to present; to my readers, the sequel to "Jenae's Bedroom", from the book, "MY CLOUDS HAVE WINGS", for the first time any where. Yes; from the upcoming E-book available on Kindle in August, from the long awaited book, "VISIONS OF ELASTIC RAINBOWS", the conclusion, the short story, "Jenae's Bedroom -Principles of Love". 

Please feel free to comment. Thank you all for your love and support. Now the story you all have been waiting for 2 years, enjoy!!!

JENAE’S BEDROOM---principles of love

Have you held something or someone in your grasps that you were simply elated beyond compare? Do you remember that first embrace, that first glance, the feeling of overwhelming satisfaction? Then for a brief moment, the question popped in your head, can this really be true? Suppose it was not true, then what?

Jenae got out of Rabier’s brand new Infiniti SUV. Savoring that indelible glazing look in his eyes for her like she was the sweetest thing he had ever seen in his life. She promised to return quickly. She blew him a kiss, admiring her new illuminating blue diamond wedding ring.

Jenae had convinced Rabier to stop by her former residence, to get a precious jewelry box Rabier had given her that first night they had made love. She didn’t want the moving people to accidently loose it. Jenae wanted everything Rabier had to give her with her.  

Her full figured frame strutted up the walkway to her townhouse with extra emphasis; she knew Rabier was looking; her flowing yellow maxi sundress hid but highlighted those glorious accents of a wanton man. The sun’s beams brought into focus the path to her treasure island. Yes, Rabier was indeed looking with intent.

Rabier was amazed how after a two hour flight from their 7 day wind jammer cruise. She was being just as tempting as she was when they woke up this morning pulling into port. His lips were still slightly stained with that slight twinge of salt on his lips and mustache. Jenae begged to do something bout it, he simply smiled and refused.

He got out of his car, because he felt all of nature’s power in him, he had to stretch his large and powerful frame. He took a step towards her but she had caught him, signaling to wait, she will be right back as she retrieved the mail.

Jenae entered her townhouse as she sent Rabier an efficacious smile to keep Rabier motionless. Damn he looked good in that gold paisley short silk set; his manly frame enhanced the visions of her wifely duties to come.  Rabier complied and stretch again; then that feeling came over him.

An eerie sense came over Rabier, red flags popping up, fired the same message in his head, warning! He scanned the huge parking lot of Jenae’s subdivision, nothing. All through his colorful life, every time this feeling came over him, he lost someone. Still scanning the parking lot, he reassured himself he was merely tripping.    

Something wasn’t right. He got back into the car and began to wait. Rabier desperately tried to recaptured those incredible images of his new bride, her soothing and sweet voice.

Jenae went to the thermostat and turned it down. She then picked through the many pieces of mail; hurrying to return to her husband, until she found a letter from Derrick, she was almost afraid to open it, she did it anyway. Her eyes started down a path she wished they never had began. The letter read:

     

“JENAE,

I am not good with words like your husband to be, I am sure he loves you. But, he could never love you like I promised to, I had my problems and it took another man to realize how much I do love you. I have gotten help for my abusive nature like I told you I would.

And then to find out just the other day that you are actually going to marry dude, well damn girl. For some reason after our conversations over the phone, I had hope for us. I remember why I fell in love with you and I cried because you about to be in another man’s arms forever and it’s my fault.

I am writing this not keep you from marrying that dude but just give me the chance you promised me to love you. I remember your words, your whispers, and our vows to each other and somehow I let my fear of living without you turn into an evilness, until now I didn’t know how to deal with, too proud to ask for help. Too ashamed to be humbled, I was too stupid to realize I will always love you, no matter what.

I have always been afraid of loosing you, and yes I hurt you both physically and mentally. And still I wasn’t man enough to give up the one thing I thought that kept you mine. Now I am prepared to do just that and pay the ultimate sacrifice. I hope you get this before your wedding day…

Love always,

Derrick”

Damn, Jenae thought to herself, her whole mood of contentment changed. Her feeling of finally being complete of being a newly loved wife, withered quickly away.

How can he do this to me, I gave him plenty of chances to change and he wants me to what…discount Rabier?

Jenae you have came too far to let this man ruin your life like this, no matter how much you love him…Oh shit did I just think that!!! I gotta stop…stop it Jenae…you only entertained conversations with Derrick after he left because you were scared that a war might occur between him and Rabier.

I am a newly wed now and I am going to love my husband…oh snap let me run upstairs and get this stuff, before Rabier gets worried, sitting out in the car. Damn, what’s that smell and why is it so cold in here???

Let me put this away…I’m gonna kill that sister of mine, EWWwwwww…Michele…I don’t want to even think what you have done in here with ya fast ass…

Finally, Jenae made it up the stairs and entered her once lovely bedroom; all the axioms and clichés applied, time went into slow motion, the tremendous sense of pain and anger consumed her into a violent rage.

Wow! I wonder what’s taking baby girl so long. She has everything all ready for the movers. Our first night in our new home, I’m ready to do man “thangs”. I’m going to cook that chicken alfredo the way she likes it, the strawberry cheese cake should be ready all I got to do is swing by and pick it up. And hopefully she will let me sleep, whew she can wear a brutha ass out. WHAT THE HELL?

Rabier pondered to himself. Then he heard smashing glass. It came from Jenae’s bedroom window. 

DAMN DERRICK!

Visions of Elastic Rainbows© 2011

SHE SLAPPED ME

SHE SLAPPED ME

She slapped me,

As I laid naked

Basting in my infinite

Male afterglow

And whispered

“Take me with you!”

I barely heard her,

She the woman

I love

Slapped me again

And I,

Did not care

Because I found

The other side of my mind

In a universe

So exciting to me…

She could not understand

The vile AND virile sweetness I endured

Shook the foundation

Of my reality

The funk of the groove

Being disturbed,

The ultimate of all things

Desired

Warped into a consciousness

Of quixotic oblivion,

I had retreated

Before the surrender…

She called my name

Again

And I fled deeper

Into the ninth heaven

Like the filthy scoundrel

Scurries away with the treasure,

“Take me with you!”

I barely raised my hand

Towards her

Telling her its ok

To come,

No!!!

Not like that

Like this darling,

She nestled underneath

My once strong arms

And found me crossing

The galaxy

Next to the eagle’s lair...

Funny how I remember

My wife

As my warm life force

Oozes onto foreign soil

Gagging to breathe

Wheezing like a sweating pig

My skin burns,

Screams

The battle had been fierce

I am weaken

Shivering,

and still,

I can feel her,

So far away,

Yet so close,

I’m almost there

Paradise!

Damn!

Like the thorns

On the rose bush

This too,

Is necessary

Again

I felt the sting

Of her slap,

Bringing me back

This time I hear her say,

“Wake up!”

“It’s your turn to cook tonight!”

Copyright 2011 Verbalskillz

THE PEGAGUS

She felt herself quivering

Shaking

Beneath the layers of skin

She had showed him

The path to her soul,

He followed, gingerly

Tasting each piece

Of her once broken heart

He held her tightly

She forgot how she once

Had played the field

She almost

Began to believe

Looking into his eyes

She started to plan her escape

But she could not stop

listening

To his erection

Speaking to her mental orgasms,

Her moans wrote poems

Her body sang a melody

Everything she gave

He took

And then he gave it back

To her

Like ribbon tied presents

She rebelled against

His stern whispers,

Still,

she soared

Above the fields

Of his planted kisses

Reaping what he has sown

Patiently waiting

For her blooms

To become the succulent fruit

Bursting with sweet nectar

Dribbling from the sides

Of his desire…

He discovered the nature

Of her beast

Rattling the bars of the cage

He set it free

And tamed it

With his wild kingdom,

Erasing the thoughts

Of this one night stand,

Creating memories

Not mistakes,

Building star gates

And bridges

All the way to heaven…

All she wanted

Was to be held

By a man

Someone to tell her

It’s okay,

She did not want to be alone,

But,

She was naked in all her glory,

floating in a sea

Of their residue,

Her thoughts came,

He pretended to sleep

So much for her escape,

She remained captive

As he threw his arm

Around her,

Giving her safe passage

To a new beginning,

She sighed,

Is this too good to be true?

Talking to the depths

Of her soul

Where he had been,

They simply told her

To hush

And enjoy the ride

Of the Pegasus…

Verbalskillz © 2011

THE RED BULL EXPRESS

The Red Bull Express

There is something about drinking a tall Red Bull vodka, while gazing over a dance floor full of half naked women shaking their asses to the thumping sounds of “Blame It On The Alcohol”.

The prowess of urge overkill seeps in effortlessly into thought. And then, blam, there she was sitting at the table with her boyfriend and another couple. Of course, she was conducting the symphony of the conversation, hee-ing and hawing, smiling, and occasionally glancing at the bar. She knew she was being watched with a rich intensity.

The Red Bull drinking man had enough of this ha ha bullshit. He walked over to the table and forcibly grabbed her drinking hand and said,

“LET’S GO!” the man demanded.

“EXCUSE ME!!?” she exclaimed.

“HEY BUDDY, she is with me man!” said the meager framed boyfriend with the pretty face. He stood up to protect his pussy.

“LOOK MUTHAFUCKA! YOU WANT A PROBLEM TONIGHT, CUZ I GOT PLENTY OF ‘EM?!!”

There was a long hesitation and the two couples knew this brazen man was not playing with any of them, they were scared of his reputation, although they did not know him personally. The young virile coco bronze woman reluctantly stood up and went with obtuse man, to avoid any conflict because people were beginning to look.

“It’s ok, I will be right back!”

An hour later she found herself partially disrobed, about to jump into the bed with this man she barely knew. He stopped her and demanded her to stand there naked as he began the forbidden ritual of masturbation. Her senses became nub and she found herself in a trance obeying his every command. Finally, her own lascivious cravings took the best and she approached the man.

“Bitch!!! Didn’t I tell you stand there???”

Jumping up from his prone position pissed, he grabbed her size 18 frame and dish ragged onto the queen size of the hotel room. Wow! He manhandled her so effortlessly and efficaciously, before she could regain her composure that found herself on her hands and knees. The stinging slaps on her ass reminded her that this was no run of the mill sexual encounter.

Slapppp!!! Not even the cotton panties which remained prevented the relentless impact upon her pliable buttocks. After more exclamations of his dislikes, he began to rip her panties off in a way, which she felt the material rubbing against her clit. Then the panties came off her ass like peeled fruit.

Not to be out done she had to let this man know that she aint no joke and thought of herself as sexually enhanced herself. She turned, rose and attacked the man’s 6ft plus 270lb frame. Not a good decision. He simply bellowed out in laughter, as she began her frontal assault. Her arms flung around his neck, and her thighs squeezed furiously around his mid section.

Her vaginal walls could feel the topside of rambunctious surgation. He laughed until she began biting the side of his neck. He wailed like a beast in pleasurable agony, king of the animal kingdom. He reached his arms underneath the folds behind her knees and raised her 5ft 10in, 240lb body off him until her back touched the 8ft ceiling. He walked her still in tow, over to the second queen size bed, turned, and tossed her body like a shot put onto the first queen size bed. 

She bounced not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times and somehow ended in the same position before the air show. Just as she was trying to formulate any thoughts, she felt her bra become unfastened but not freeing her 42Ds and the friction of his molten steel rostrum parting her sea of passion.

He held her bra straps like a horse’s harness guides and he rode her like Julius Caesar rode his chariot into Rome after victory. She gritted and moaned, calling him names that shamed the devil into penance. Soon their loins began to talk to each other in the ultimate language, love; he had erased all the dick prints of her past and forged a new path within her. She in turn, sprayed with him delicious magic causing him to enter the black hole, discovering secrets, returning, and then declaring her a goddess.

For the next 96 hrs, they touched almost every star in the heavens; swam seas and rivers, sang salacious duets, tasted the fresh fruits of their union, and ultimately discovering peace while drifting on clouds.

She thought how glad she was the cashier that had flirted with this man every time came into the grocery store. And he, was glad he was drinking Red Bull vodkas that night. 

And there’s a boyfriend, sitting in a car outside her home, anxious but patiently waiting for answers with a loaded 9mm in his hands, saying to himself I ain’t no punk.

THE END