Theresa Marguerite Wickliffe
Bio
Where do I begin? Let’s just cut to the chase! I’ve loved creating love stories/books since high school! Here I am 37 and finally have the guts to take a leap and share my crazy mind with the world! Wish me luck...
Stories (3/0)
Yours
Just as they settled into bed a phone rung in Queenies nightstand. She squeezed her eyes tight and whispered, "you gotta be kidding me." She rolled over, opened the drawer and took the phone into her bathroom. Redd lay there looking shocked but confused. Queenie closed the bathroom door as she answered. "What happened?" She sighed. "Yo mans fucked up!" A male exclaimed on the other end. "What do you mean?" She quizzed. "Sean left the trailer with no lock. There ain't shit here." "Excuse me?"Queenie gritted through her teeth, trying not to be loud. "I can't leave right now. Find his stupid ass and I mean now!" She demanded and hung up. Queenie clinched the counter, rage filled her entire body. Not only was Sean one of her do boys, he was her most recent ex, as well as a barber at her barbershop. She paced the bathroom til she heard Redd knock on the door. "Babe you good?" He shouted. Queenie exhaled and opened the door. "Yeah they fucked up some receipts at the shop. I'll fix it in the morning." Redd studied her, then guided her back to the bed. They wrapped themselves together and fell asleep.
By Theresa Marguerite Wickliffe4 years ago in Criminal
Yours
A text notification comes through. Queenie grabs her phone from the coffee table and reads *What's up stranger a nigga ain't heard from u in a min* She smiles to herself, slightly in disbelief of who the text is from. Excited to say the least she responds with *ditto 😏 how have you been*
By Theresa Marguerite Wickliffe4 years ago in Filthy
