Urban Fiction & Short Dramas

From time to time I will update this intro and parts of these stories as they are living documents. These stories are in no way perfect, it is not a work of perfect english, diction, heck it may not even be grammatically correct but they are deep stories and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment on the stories, their characters and plots. I am just the author and choose 3rd person to narrate in, when you comment please direct it to me or the characters, either will respond:) Thank you for reading!

The Game of Life :. Updated Every Sunday @ Noon
The first story we will is explore is the story of Dominick a young man with NBA dreams, its not the typical story by any means.

Factual statistics. Young black celebrities plagued by success and their past life, where do you draw the line. How do you move on when the streets are embedded in your blood? I will take you through stories that will hopefully help you understand why fame is a gift and a curse to most people.

The Chronicles of Sydney Lane :. Coming Soon
The story of a jaded publicist who struggles with keeping her integrity and values.


Thursday, December 31, 2009

Hoop Dreams | 0-1

Dreams to play in the NBA only came true for a few. Dominick was signed up for basketball camps and mentor programs since the age of 9. His father would often take him to Cloverleaf a court near Druid Hill Park in Baltimore to play with the older guys. He was so in to his game that he walked around with a basketball daring anybody to knock it out of his hands.

"Dad, when I go to the NBA I'm gonna buy you and mama a house!" he told his father as they walked to the corner store.

His dad was one of his biggest supporters. Even though his father wasn't the shining example set fourth by Bill Cosby he was a father, the kind of father that walked his son to school every morning and played one on one with him at the local recreation center. Growing up in a two parent household was not that common where Dominick was from but he was one of the lucky ones at least that is how it looked on the outside.