Patricia Brothers
Bio
Give me a good murder/mystery or thriller any day!
Stories (11/0)
Dalia the Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. That is; until Dalia became one. It was a beautiful day. Dalia sat there enjoying the warmth of the sun. She smiled and waved at the neighbors as she always does on her afternoon walks. She rounded the corner to stop at her local and favorite coffee shop. She stopped cold in her tracks as she witnessed the shop being robbed. That is when the glass shattered, and two bullets struck her. One in the head and the other in the heart. She fell backwards. There is a flash of light, and the Sorceress appears.
By Patricia Brothers2 years ago in Fiction
Just Me
What makes me … well … me. It’s my love for others. It’s my roses and rainbows through the tears. My life may seem mild to others, but to me it’s everything. I can’t tell you how many countless, failed relationships I’ve had. Or the jobs that made me feel worthless and I had to work twice as hard because of the color of my skin. Or being judged because I am a single mother. BUT through all of that I STILL persevered.
By Patricia Brothers2 years ago in Motivation
Never Go in the Woods Alone
“If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise. If you go down in the woods today, you better go in disguise. For every bear that ever there was. Will gather there for certain because, today’s the day the teddy bears are having their picnic.”
By Patricia Brothers2 years ago in Horror
The Locket
You wanna end the world? All you have to do is come up with an airborne disease and put it in a compressed locket that when opened, it sprays the contents everywhere. You design the locket to make any five-year-old want to have it. Even an adult might want it. This beautiful, deadly locket was found on the playground. The silver, heart shaped locket with the bluest of blue sapphires in it surrounded by diamonds. It sparkled in the sun as the kids ran around mindlessly. Except for Lexi. Lexi spotted the necklace and picked it up right away.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Fiction
The Sick
No coverage, not even one bar, the battery was dead anyway. It was still daytime, but there was an overcast and the sky had a perfectly even dullness, so there was no way to tell what time of day it was, much less which direction was north or south or anything else for that matter. A two-lane blacktop road snaked up into the distance and disappeared into some trees, or a forest if you wanted to get technical about it. It also snaked down toward some lumpy hills and disappeared there as well. What sounded like a two-stroke chainsaw could be heard in the distance, but it was impossible to tell whether it was up in the forest or down in the lumpy hills. This had been happening more often lately. Two different ways to go, with a dead battery and no bars.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Fiction
I Never Told
I have a secret. I did it. I am the cause for the turmoil that rocked the city. And it all started when I received a package well over 2 months ago. When Mike, the delivery guy, bought in the packages, I just signed for them as usual. He was such a handsome guy, I never really paid attention to what was being delivered. He knew it too. He would just say, “Sign here”. Shoot, I didn’t care. I honestly wasn’t paid enough to pay attention. Luckily for me though, Mike cared about his job, or so I thought. But I always seemed to receive all the packages that appeared on the bill of lading and if for some reason I didn’t, he made sure to deliver it the next day. In the year that he was delivering to us, we never had a problem until then.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Confessions
Papi
Papi. That’s what I liked to call him. He was my little slice of chocolate cake. I loved him like no other. He meant the world to me. His skin was like milk chocolate. That turned me on. What really made me fall for him was his brain. He told me that I was sapiosexual. I had to look it up. He was right. Every word that came from his mouth made me want to bend to his every will. We could have conversations about anything and everything and I could not be happier with him. When I was with him; I was complete. I really wanted us. I had a vision for us.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Fiction
The Boss in the Barn
While Cassie sat in the barn, she could not help thinking that no one would ever find her. She met Pat on a popular dating site. He was charming. He seemed like the perfect teddy bear. He was the perfect gentleman. They had been dating for several months. She looked the barn over. It was a bit torn down. The boards were rickety. There were sparse animals here and there. It smelled of animal feces and blood. Being a nurse; she knew the smell of blood all too well. Never mind the fact that there was a decaying body in the corner. Somehow, she knew that soon too this would be her fate.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Fiction
Flight Benefits
Love was something that I never dreamed of. Not that I am against it. I just never thought anyone would notice me like that. Here I am this 5’2 chubby, black girl who is pretty just not noticeable. I worked part time for one of the chain hotels. We had complimentary breakfast and a happy hour that we dubbed the Kick Back. It wasn’t uncommon that we would get plenty of pilots to stay overnight as we were across the highway from the airport. I’d see them come in flocks as I’d called them. Flight after flight. Night after night.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Humans
Best Dance & Talent Center
Your number is being called. You have been introduced to the stage. The adrenaline rush begins. You stand poised and ready to show the audience what you have been rehearsing for so many long days and nights. The show that you have been yelled at by the choreographer because your battement isn’t quite right. Your turns must be perfect. Point your toe! The music starts and your heart is racing and yet your facial expressions display just how much you are loving the number. The crowds are cheering. Dance is your passion. Performing Arts is what you want to do. And yet; how did you get here?
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Beat
Dying for the Diamond
I was waiting her table like normal. I watched as she meticulously wrote in what I believed was a journal. It was a little black book with a diamond in the bottom right corner and in script font was Diamond Edition. She was like clockwork. Always here every Thursday at 7:30. Something felt different about today. Her beautiful blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun. I wondered if she ever wore what I like to call “regular clothes”? You know jeans, leggings, and T-shirts.
By Patricia Brothers3 years ago in Criminal