Jamie Dyke
Bio
I just like to write
Stories (6/0)
The Color Black
(The beginning according to Joilah) Joilah My name is Joilah Elizabeth Johnson. There are many things that I need to tell you, but first I have to tell you about my dream. It’s the same dream all of the time, every time I close my eyes. It is not a nightmare as some may assume upon first experiencing it. Rather, it is a forecast, a glimpse into my destiny. A forewarning, a presage. How do I know that? I’m not sure, I just do.
By Jamie Dyke2 years ago in Criminal
The Color Black
(The beginning according to Zion) Zion My name is Prince Zion King. I don’t go by Prince, for obvious reasons. I’ve already heard every joke there is about my name, so don’t even try. Everyone calls me Zion, except for my mother. She will go down into her grave calling me by my first name. She claims that she gave me my name for a reason—a reason that she never explained to me. Perhaps she envisioned herself as some kind of queen. If you knew my mother you would know what I mean.
By Jamie Dyke2 years ago in Criminal
The Color Black
(The beginning according to Sice Taral) Sice Taral My name is Sice Taral Jacare. I saw Joilah from across the classroom the first day of kindergarten. I remember because she was wearing red, my favorite color. It was my favorite color because my older brother wore nothing but red all the time. I looked up to him even though he wasn’t a role model in any sense of the word.
By Jamie Dyke2 years ago in Criminal