Nicole Davis
Bio
I started telling bedtime stories to my twin sister when I was around five years old. Once I learned how to read and write, I didn't stop writing.
Stories (5/0)
Star
Star Penetrating stares were all she received every day. Walking down the school hall with a million eyes on her was her natural state. It wasn’t her fault. Some said that God blessed her. Blessed her with beauty, she was fit to be a model. Curves in all the right places, long legs, long shiny hair, and big eyes. It didn’t matter that her hair was black with streaks of gray and her eyes the color of midnight. Nor did it matter that she had a star in the middle of her forehead, hence the name, Star. Boys loved her, and girls hated her. Still, she was not popular. Having a bad attitude was part of the reason. The other reason was a poor family and living in the worst and roughest part of town.
By Nicole Davis3 years ago in Futurism
Being a Black Business Owner is as American as Apple Pie
20 Year Navy Career “How many years were you in the Navy?” I asked Drae over a game of Scrabble. He stared intently at the board, not willing to take his eyes away from the game for even a moment to answer my question. “Oh, I was in the Navy for some twenty years.” Drae moved his hands across the board, placing his first word, REAR. “I was the Scrabble champion back in the Navy. No one could beat me.”
By Nicole Davis3 years ago in Motivation
The Little Black Book On Noble Street
$20,000 and a little black book. It isn’t too hard to imagine how all these things came to be. A little black book was all that was given to me. A little black book, bound in leather, a little black book, lighter than a feather. Little did I know the joy that would come over me, just holding that little black book opened endless possibilities.
By Nicole Davis3 years ago in Motivation
ASYLUM
They say I need to separate illusion from reality. Apparently, I suffer from delusional misconceptions. At night I dream a dream of peace. I am in a jungle, or on a deserted beach. I am wearing something like a bikini made of leaves and twigs, but it’s comfortable. My hair is matted and filled with mud, but I don’t mind. I am alone, sitting, waiting, dazed and confused. “Where did I come from?” I say out loud, and then I see coming toward me the most beautiful creature my eyes ever beheld. Which isn’t saying much since all I have seen before are these trees. The figure walks upright gracefully with arms and legs, sleek and slender. His body seems to glow with the sunshine behind him. I am too awed to be afraid. I feel this being is greater than myself, filled with some knowledge I do not have. I will ask him my question. He is finally near me; his blue eyes sparkle, and his arms and skin are a lighter shade than mine. I am brown, and he is more of a golden bronze. He is different from me, yet when we are close, I feel we are the same- one in two bodies. He crouches down low next to me, and I pull away a little, unsure of his intentions. But he looks at me, into my eyes, his face open and inviting. “Do not be afraid. My name is Adam, and you are Eve.”
By Nicole Davis3 years ago in Horror
