its a bahamian poem.
not that you would know because you are a foreigner!
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he don kno bout e-bo e-ben neitha.... learn him delroy....

I wrote a short story about 6 years ago which is a slice of my life, giving a brief depiction of my most important experiences. Except for myself, no one else has ever read it. At the time of the writing, I was at the top of my form and I regard this short story as my masterpiece!

Although I don't particularly like the title of it, I plan to use the title as the title of a book containing a collection of short stories, all of which are from a Christian perspective. All of the stories will be dedicated to the memory of the late Mrs Margaret McDonald, my favourite English and Literature teacher whose teaching has instilled in me a love for literature and writing.

The story is 8 double-spaced pages long. If it ok by Delroy I can include it on this thread, in single space.

That's no problem man.

Hi All,
This is my first story so bear with me :)
It isn't finished yet and I haven't come up with a title for it asyet.
Tell me what you think.
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Early in the morning when everyone is all seated and ready to face the day it was always predictable the time she would arrive. 9:30am everyday like bad money,“Mr. Adderley”, she shouted as though there was heavy traffic nearby while she slammed her groceries on my counter. She was so loud and boisterous, everything my mother told me to avoid in a young lady but if I had known then the role she would play in my life in the coming years I would have called my mom a crazy woman.
“Ms. Evens”, was always my reply to her as I pretended to check my draw totals with hope that she would think that I was busy and choose another counter. Everyday the same thing, I became the laughing stock whenever she came in the store. All eyes on me!
“Now come on Knowlen you know what my last name is. You already divorce me?” That always made me burn inside as I look around at the other cashiers laughing at me as I turned blue in the face. All she could do was smile leaning on my counter that I had spent all morning cleaning and was now filthy with the goo from her packaged meats that wasn't sealed properly.
“You know that this is the ten items or less counter Nadia. Why must we go over this everyday? You have eleven items on the counter and the sign clearly says ten. Can't you read? Or you just want to bother me because I am the only male cashier in here?” This was always my defense but it never worked as she placed the already opened pack of chewing gum back on the shelf.
“There you go Mr. Adderley now ring me up”. Without hesitation within two minutes I had her total on the screen: $9.50 and as expected she reached for the opened pack of gum. “There you go Mr. Adderley that should square it off at $10.00”. The same total everyday for her groceries even though the list changed every morning. Today it was: 1 crate of eggs, 1 bag of grits, 2 cans of cream, 1 small bag of sugar and 2 gooey packs of pork chops.
“Mommy said to tell you hi”.
“Yeah?” Like I knew her mother. She never came to the store but always sent her little pest to come and torture me. As curious as I was I never asked her why it was that her mom never came to get the groceries. I didn't want her to feel like I was interested in her family or anything but today something told me to ask her with the intension of getting them to change roles.
To be continued...
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© Delroy Meadows 2004
www.bahamasissues.com

LOL lol LLOOL :bouncy: u just like missing with my name, its some good work continue to write cause I want to know what happen to me. :sailing:

That's no problem man.

Ok thanks. Will start soon.

I just read this for the first time and found that it was really good.
I can't wait to hear the rest!
Good work!!

That's no problem man.

Delroy, I have my story ready and a while ago I tried to post it but the paragraphing and spacing didn't come out right -- tried editing to no avail, so I deleted it.

I have it sitting in my Documents file from which I copied and pasted it to this site, but as I said, it did not work too well. My word processing program is Word Perfect (I think its a 2003 version).

Do you know of another way (other than typing the whole thing directly to the site) whereby I can transfer my story here? Tks for your help.

:D


was that nasty mariachal?
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he don kno bout e-bo e-ben neitha.... learn him delroy....


hehhehehe......
:bouncy:

Bumping this...

I've really enjoyed what I read so far. Nice writing style. It's been 2 yrs. since the first post. Any more parts of the story available?:dgi: :shaky: