Nichelle S. Montgomery
Stories (3/0)
FOR THE LOVE OF ZOMBIES!
Okay, so if you love Zombie movies like I do, I would say we’ve come a long way since George Romero’s, “Night of the Living Dead” in 1968. Socially and racially, this movie was groundbreaking in so many ways. I could go on and on, but considering Covid 19, made us all 20 th century Zombies; whether we wanted to be or not, I’ll just go with that for now. I mean, I could even make comparisons to Leopards, if you want to go the biblical route. However, I’ll stick with Zombies. Strange, when Covid 19 first plagued us, I didn’t want to see a Zombie apocalyptic movie, if you paid me too. And I really love them. However, when it comes to movies, the classic Zombie formula still works.
By Nichelle S. Montgomery3 years ago in Horror
Before it was Fashionable
You know, about thirty years ago, my Mom worked for the City of Philadelphia as a Tax Assessor. She was good at it too. Which, at the time was a pretty good job for a single Mom of two. She told me she took a test to get a better position, because she wanted to make sure her babies had a balance meal every night after she and my Father split. My Mom says, she remembers making sure we had meat, a green vegetable, a starch and some pudding or Jell-O for dessert. Some times we ate hot dogs and bake beans a lot, but we didn’t care we like hot dogs and bake beans. Mom said, but she cared and so she knew she had to do something about that.
By Nichelle S. Montgomery3 years ago in Viva
OLD GRAY HAIR
a story by Nichelle S. Montgomery I hate funerals. My Uncle Rickey was the best though. So, I had to come. He was a jolly, burly, black man, whose laugh always sounded like he was trying to get something out. It was infectious. I remember when I was a little girl. I use to climb up on his shoulder and pull out his gray hairs. For each gray hair I pulled, he gave me a quarter. So, I just pulled enough so I could buy some ice cream for me and my cousins, Annie and Willie. He use to laugh and say, “Little bits” I’m gonna be bald by the time you’re done. Even though my name is Letrice, he never called me that. Most people called me Leti, but not him. I was his “Little bits”. While I was busy pulling gray hairs, he would read me his stories he kept in his little Black Book. The stories were short, but funny. Uncle Rickey loved reading them to me. We would laugh and I could tell that time we spent together every weekend really made his day. I loved it too. It was like that for years, until all his hair went gray.
By Nichelle S. Montgomery3 years ago in Families