Cam Rascoe
Bio
Author Cam Rascoe born Cameron Marquee Rascoe on August 3rd 1973 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is a multi talented artist utilizing his God given gifts to educate, entertain and inspire his fellow man.
Stories (33/0)
Body Builder
Mathew Dean, short man with a slight build always had a deep affection for big bodies. The bigger the more beautiful. Being twenty-three, five foot three weighing in at one twenty-three Mathew always searched for ways to make his self bigger, if not in size then in stature. Photos of bodies he thumbed through developing a fetish for mounds of flesh. Stretch marks covering pounds on a corpulent cutie is what he loved to see. He saw their folded skin as his rotund canvas where he might create the most impressive masterpieces.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Humans
Mayhem Manifested through the Makings of a Manic Meth Head
As a youth Robert was always disobedient and disrespectful. His single mother did her best to raise him right, offering him morals, values and spirituality. He rejected it all, always. He blamed her for his absentee father, never appreciating anything poor Cynthia did for him out of love for her only child. Curse, embarrass and disrespect his mother Robert did in the presence of his peers, family and authority figures. He didn't care what anyone thought. The boy was just a bad seed and eventually he would be uprooted from his comfortable existence once his mother grew tired of his abuse.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Humans
Arthur, Author
David Lopez was a mountainous man, homicide detective in the Orlando Police Department. Fair and just; he took pride in his work. As a beat cop he always held a good relationship with the people of the community he served. David was a hero to many of the children because of his impressive physique and the respect he showed them. The uniform made him look almost like a superhero. In a neighborhood where the police were often believed to be a negative presence, David had inspired some of the children to become law enforcement officers. Eventually he joined homicide because he figured he could serve more by solving murders and taking dangerous criminals off of the streets.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Criminal
Psyche Shaped by Song
The early 80's, life was tough growing up in West Philly. We lived alright but you had to be tough. We fought, played hard and were exposed to vile things at a tender age. Stripped down car sitting on bricks with interior destroyed, wicked crime of convenience or insurance fraud? Nonetheless twelve months later I was moved from my child hood home of concrete, skyscrapers, broken glass, blacktop and block parties to the rural Maryland countryside. It was quite the culture shock to me, moving from a predominately Black and Hispanic community to the woods where we had only one Black neighbor that lived three miles away. There were no more block parties or fire hydrants turned on and sprayed on a hot summer's day.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Beat
RED DOOR
Samuel could always rap, dance and sing. As a kid he and his friends performed at many talent shows, always placing either first or second. They went on a mini tour or two opening up for up and coming R&B and Hip Hop groups. Eventually the boys all got older and started their lives. Some became collegians; others, fathers working to support their young families and some members of the group chose to be criminals and then eventually inmates. Not Samuel, he kept his eyes on the prize. Plus, he liked the nightlife too much. He would DJ parties or promote shows at small clubs, anything to stay in the life. Once he became a father and settled down with the mother of his child, Samuel began working a day job for stability. He would bounce from job to job because eventually his employment would conflict with his entertainment schedule. Nothing was more important than the dream and he loved nothing more than living the life and everything that came with it.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Families
Ignorance of Iesha
It had been a long time since I saw my homeboys in the hood. We were separated by life choices, decisions and responsibilities. Living only nine miles away from one another, it may as well have been light years. Many different youth sporting events, work, gym, community gatherings and backyard BBQ’s is how I spend my time. Being a father of six, most of that time is spent at youth sporting events and activities. Life for my homies was spent drastically different from mine. We shared our life and times with different types of people doing very different things. Nonetheless the love was still there; I would always have their back and they would always have mine.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Families
Mourning Marital Mistakes
Tanya and Walter Pride were young lovers in search of higher learning. Their young love they professed to be eternal so they married. Barely old enough to drink, they were now man and wife. Marriage doesn’t make you instantly more mature; wisdom comes with time, experience and age. Walter was extremely studious leaving him very little time to experience “college life”. There were no keg parties, bonfires, pep rallies or pajama jammy jams for this young man. He was focused on becoming an engineer and great provider for his young family. Walter looked forward to having many children with Tanya his love and for them all to live together happily ever after.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Criminal
Sullen Surly Sully
Randal Park was a talented young football player, starter on varsity since the end of his freshman season. The boy was broad and strong. The players on the team said he was corn fed making him so massive at a young age. Randal worked hard in the gym, lifting with most of the upperclassmen on the team. The fourteen year-old had the second highest bench press of all the players. He was an awesome left offensive tackle and nose guard.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Humans
Darren's Dastardly Desertion
Darren, age fifty-three and suffering from a midlife crisis, decided to leave his seventeen year old daughter and wife of twenty-two years for a twenty-five year old drug addicted prostitute. His marriage hadn’t been a happy one for the past three years because he always felt a wanting for things he felt he’d missed out on, mainly the company of young women. Lacking in honor and integrity he made poor choices out of selfishness. Instead of divorcing his wife, he deserted her leaving his family with nothing. Twenty-two years the Swedish immigrant spent married to who she once thought was the man of her dreams. Embittered and hurt she was left after her husband’s betrayal. Helga initially had a difficult time moving on due to a lack of understanding and a need for closure. Her daughter Nicole was more angry than hurt by her father’s unfaithfulness and deserting of his family. Darren had become progressively more detached from his daughter’s life even when they resided in the same household. She turned to her mother for everything especially love and emotional support because from her father she felt none. Mother and daughter struggled for quite sometime. Nasty messages were exchanged between Nicole and her father’s new love Carol. Carol on more than one occasion had gone as far as to threaten the young girl’s life in the most heinous ways imaginable. Darren stood idle as the war went on, he showed no compassion for his daughter, her mother, their financial problems or their feelings of lost. His unmanly behavior was shaping his daughter’s opinion of men, especially African American men. He was a sorry excuse for a father and felt no remorse for it. The drugs helped with that. That is how he and Carol met; Darren experimented with cocaine in an attempt to regain his youth. He was at a party thrown by one of his drug using new friends and bumped into this young blond haired tender. He had no idea that she not only used cocaine but she would also use crack, heroin or crystal meth, which ever was available. He put her up in a hotel for a week that very first night and kept her supplied with money and drugs while he slipped into his other life. Eventually the cat and mouse game became too much for him after several calls to his home from Carol when she had run out of and needed more drugs. Friction in the household led him to one day just pack up and leave his family with a mountain of bills and lacking the means to pay them. Guilt couldn’t sway his decision; he was disillusioned into thinking that the drug and the tramp loved him. Carol became pregnant and needed more from Darren; he provided for her while neglecting his family. She never stopped using during her pregnancy; she presented Darren with false information daily on her pregnancy. One day a month after Carol gave birth to a one pound- seven once baby girl she cleaned out Darren’s account and moved out of their apartment. Darren received notice from his employer that he was on child support less than a month after Carol’s disappearance. Apparently he had missed two hearings on the matter and the amount of his support had already been determined. Letters had been mailed to his home after Carol filed for child support but he never seemed to have gotten them. She provided them with his financial information and the process moved forward. Darren wasn’t even paying child support or alimony to his wife since they weren’t yet divorced. Three days later he got the papers for both his divorce and additional child support.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Families
The Mocking Tree
Keith was a demanding young man in control of all things in his life, especially his wife. Young was the couple when they first met. They grew up in the same small town in Connecticut as neighbors and family friends. All of Kelly’s people knew all of Keith’s people and vice versa. Generations of their families had come up together. Even as a young boy Keith liked to have things his way and he would do anything to win no matter how big or small the issue. It was always his way or the highway. That didn’t sit well with his father so Keith decided against going into the family business.
By Cam Rascoe3 years ago in Families