Tenise Boyd

“Mr. Sandman” by Tenise Boyd

Celia pressed play on her Bedtime Tracks to Help You Fall Asleep and wrapped her curly hair up. Tonight, was the night that she was finally going to meet her dream man. This evening was prepared like she had planned, and nothing was going to interrupt it. Celia had gotten two days off, so she wouldn’t have to wake up early from that annoying ring tone. She had made her room smell like lavender and found the crystals that should help her sleep peacefully. She even paid that Sandman double to keep the dream gates connected longer. It took a hi...

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“River Boots” by Tenise Boyd

Blue eyes stared up at the sky in wonder as gray clouds slowly began rolling in. The little boy could feel his excitement growing, watching the sun disappear behind the puffy shapes. In a matter of seconds, he ran his way to the hallway trying hard to keep his balance as his butterfly socks caused him to slip and slide. The little boy could clearly hear his mother’s voice calling his name to slow down, but he didn’t have time to. Rain wasn’t going to wait for anyone.            Though, t...

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“Red Lips” by Tenise Boyd

Submitted to Contest #72

Tammie bunched up the fabric she was working on as she took the pins out of her mouth. Pressing them into the flower print allowed the bunch to hold well as she turned the mannequin. Tammie smiled brightly as the outfit she was making looked finished with that change. All she had to do now was sew it.            “Ooh, that the one for the Drag Queen showcase Tamara?” Jackson asked nearly pulling off Tammie’s leather jacket at the force of trying to see the ruffled flower dress.  &...

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“What Does Love Taste Like?” by Tenise Boyd

Submitted to Contest #71

“Mommy?” “Now Angel what are you doing awake? It’s naptime?” Jessica asked the little boy who was poking his head in the kitchen. His curly, brown hair was sticking up in all the wrong places and his mom could see bits of dry saliva against his tannish skin. Angel’s pj shirt was hanging off his shoulder, but it had only been a thirty-minute nap for the young six-year-old.            “I’m still hungry.” Angel pouted getting Jessica to give a small scowl to the boy as she placed down ...

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“I'm the Problem” by Tenise Boyd

Submitted to Contest #70

The ticking of my wall clock was a calming noise after collection my artwork I was going to show off to the art critic. Though my major got me a chance to meet with him, it didn’t guarantee me a place in the art building. I sighed finally just picking the park piece that I had done two years ago and the new one of the college’s pond with runners going around it. I looked at myself to make sure I was ready to go. Perfectly ironed jeans, a tan sweater with a nice pattern on it, and my black dress shoes. My parents’ ‘Rose Illusions’ label would...

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“Perspective” by Tenise Boyd

Submitted to Contest #69

“What do you mean you don’t like fashion, it’s our whole business!” “What your father is trying to say is: why would you want to do something else when you already have a stable life to look forward to.”            “You don’t get it.” Danny mumbled finding himself sink deeper into the leather armchair in his parents’ office. The office was just as flashy as what they were all wearing despite it all being in one accent color and neutrals. The ceiling was high with a gray light fixture sp...

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“Because of You” by Tenise Boyd

Submitted to Contest #68

“Jordyn…Jordyn.” Mama’s voice whispered while I rubbed my eyes to see that the sun was coming up. She patted her lap as I made my way into it, yawning the sleep out of me. Watching the sunrise was mama and my special thing since daddy always hated getting up early. I like seeing the pretty colors mixing up like one of my finger paintings while mama loved seeing the sun dance on the rooves of the houses. The sun seemed to greet us both as it touched our skin making mama’s natural curls light up like black silk. I would reach my hands up to to...

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“Baggage” by Tenise Boyd

Submitted to Contest #67

The unclicking and clicking of Maria Palmer’s pocket watch was starting to drive the train goers crazy, but no one had spoken a word to the young woman. Not a lot of people like talking to strangers on a slow Wednesday morning especially when most were rushing to work at the time. Maria, whose attire clashed with all the business suits, made the woman appear like she was on the wrong train at the wrong time. However, Ms. Palmer was exactly where she was supposed to be, and she was dreading it each time her green eyes landed on the watch. ...

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