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Black History Family Fact

February 20, 2014

Ms. Vee Black History, Life, Non Fiction Author Gary Faucett, Billy Hunter, Black History, Blogging, Bobby Cook, Family, Little League Hall Of Fame, Wilbur Robinson, Writer 2 Comments

In 1955 (3) young black men Billy Hunter, Bobby Cook and Wilbur Robinson, my cousin played on Delaware Township Little League Team. The school is currently Cherry Hill West in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

The team played in the Little League World Series on August 26, 1955 Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Although they lost; they made history. They were the first integrated team to make it to the Championship Game players. There is a signed baseball in the Little League Hall Of Fame, located in Morrisville, Pennsylvania.

Wilbur Robinson attended Morgan State University, he is a Viet Nam Veteran, and he participated in Civil Rights activities in the 1960’s. He is currently a Pastor at a church in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

There is novel A Team to Remember by Gary Faucett which tells to the struggles and comradely of the team.

12:25 PM

Grey Mass

February 9, 2014

Ms. Vee A dark place, Fiction Amber Eyes, Grey Mass, Poet, Short Story, Warmth, WordPress, Writer 13 Comments

The room is large with a cathedral ceiling and the recent winter storm has caused a power outage. The flickers from the burning candles light my path throughout the freezing house.

Mother Nature has isolated me from the outside world. It’s a blinding white-out. I keep the drapes closed so the brightness of the snow and ice doesn’t hurt my eyes. Sudden flashes of a grey mass appear down the hallway. Feeling quick burst of air I am succumbed with a heightened awareness of something I can only describe as sinister. The hair on the back of my neck and arms are raised to needle point.

Not knowing what to do, I grab the heaviest comforter I own, and seek refuge on the couch. With my eyes tightly closed, I pray the monster will disappear; and for a few hours, it did as I slept.

When I woke it was night and the wind was howling. I shuddered at the sound.

I walked into the bedroom, and the monster was waiting for me. The huge grey mass with amber eyes, but the glow was radiating heat, giving warmth through the night.

All things unknown and feared aren’t necessarily monsters. They could give comfort in one form or another.

7:07 PM

The Journey Home

December 16, 2013

Ms. Vee A dark place, Clouds, Death, Fiction, Moon, Nature, Peace, Wet Bleed-out, Blogger, Creepy, Eerie short story, Forest, Poet, Writer 9 Comments

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The forest is dense with the overgrown bush, off the beaten path. I lost all sense of time during this walk, and sense of direction. I’m lost in my thoughts, since my memories are blowing in the wind.

I have no recognition when the day gave way to darkness. The clouds are menacing and casting a thick blanket of shadows in the woods. The tree branches are waiting to attack me, with outstretched limbs.

A calming misty fog dampens my hair, and sweats runs in my eyes. It’s uncanny; yet peaceful.

My ankles are cold. I bend down to pull up my socks, only to see I am barefooted. The moonlight cast a pool of thick, dark blood on both of my feet.

I look behind me. There are tracks of blood that have been following me. I think I’ve bled out.

I’m dizzy seeing red. I’m going home.

Good night world!

10:21 PM