Excerpt from: Alleys and Broken Dreams: Part 2 (working title)

Peanut’s monologue came to an abrupt end as male voices began to echo in the warehouse. He flattened out against the wall and held his breath waiting for someone to find him. An excruciating few minutes of silence was suddenly broken by the unmistakable sound of a fist striking flesh and a sharp cry.

“Well; that ain’t the police.” Not that the physical violence ruled them out but if it was the police then they weren’t looking for him and they damn sure weren’t looking for an audience. The office he was in had a window that allowed the person inside to watch the workers. Peanut scrambled to his knees to peek out over the desk. Two men dragged a middle-aged man into the center of a group of young men wearing gang colors then forced the man onto his knees. This was to be an execution, an initiation into the gang.

“An’ the shit just gets deeper.” Peanut muttered while watching helplessly as the man pled for his life. “Can’t just sit here and do nothing.” The phone on the desk was dead but he punched in 911 and left it off the hook just in case it connected anyway and tried to think of what to do next. “People come for fires right? Okay den we make a fire!”


Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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