DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT? — keithgarrettpoetry

DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT? I awoke last night to a booming sound, echoing across the sky, Cracking like a whip was it as I lay there listening and wondering. Thunder, louder it became, the sound of sparks high in the sky, Very unusual as my eyes needed to see what this spectacle could […] … Continue reading DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT? — keithgarrettpoetry

THE DREAMS WE HAD (1)

KENYAN&HERLOVERS

Chapter 1.
“When our eyes met.”

It wasn’t the loud music echoing throughout the whole school that grabbed her attention. It was something else, hiding within the string, the beat and the keys. His voice, sultry and warm like an embrace. Her arms went around her as a slow smile spread across her face. It was seductive, compelling and she was irrevocably in love with it.
TEAYANG, his name suited him.
She swayed side to side, a completely different rhythm to the music blaring out of the speakers. But it wasn’t that she was listening to. Regardless of how beautiful it was, it wasn’t the music that had her hypnotized. It was his eyes, his smile and how entranced he seemed as he played his guitar. He as in his element and that made him desirable.
He strung the last cord. His hand making a swoop from his guitar strings…

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THE DREAMS WE HAD (1)

Chapter 1. “When our eyes met.” It wasn’t the loud music echoing throughout the whole school that grabbed her attention. It was something else, hiding within the string, the beat and the keys. His voice, sultry and warm like an embrace. Her arms went around her as a slow smile spread across her face. It … Continue reading THE DREAMS WE HAD (1)

WATCHA DOING?

Guyyyyss!!!! It's been a while, like a solid six months since I finished book 5 of The New Yorker and written anything. I have been handling stuff outside my Author bracket when it comes to profession. Been focusing on the script writer, writer and designer. But the voices in my head just got louder. So … Continue reading WATCHA DOING?