Micha Writes

Hey blog readers! Sorry if I haven’t uploaded any goods in a while, I’m still planning on getting around to uploading something and doing more writing this year. I’ve actually been spending all my time reading which isn’t an excuse because I was killing my blog with back to back short stories in 2013 while reading AND attending University. I’m off my game y’all. I’m currently writing a short story that I’m loving but I’ve had writer’s block for the longest!! I hate it! I also got these story ideas centered around 6 cute brothers but I don’t know what to do with it or where I’m going with it yet. I’m also trying to upload stories on my WattPad page. Once again I’m sorry about not having any new material but please stick around. I made it a goal of mine to focus more on this blog this year. I’ve also been making YouTube videos for the past two years, huh, never thought to throw that in there. See me over at michabooksandcaps , I make book related videos. Type soon 😊

I decided to challenge myself. I was bored at work a time or two and decided to write up some short stories. The thing is is that each of these short stories were written on a sticky note, from front to back. I filled out 15 sticky notes, 15 short stories. "Aight." "I'm 4, 5 seconds from beating that ass," I said as I got this Kool-Aid right. Bruce was laid up on the couch. "Whatever, nigga," he chuckled while playing 2K15. I walked into the living room and just stared at him. "A true nigga." "Whatever, bitch." A knock came at the door. I said, 'Who is it?' I heard Cam's voice so I opened the door. He came through dancing with his tongue sticking out. "You got the Chipotle, nigga!" I grabbed the bags from him. "Oh shit, it's on and poppin' now. The food's here," Bruce said. "Nigga, this ain't got nothing to do with you, I forgot your order," Cam said unapologeticall...

WARNING: The following story contains graphic man on man sex scenes. Nick placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, already knowing that this was going to be a stressful morning. Charlotte just had to pack every fucking thing she owned to bring to their new apartment in the upper parts of Section 3 in Shoreview, Jordansberg. He began ascending the steps with only his duffel bag, the cigarette still being smoked. "Nick, can you be of any help?" He turned and looked down at Charlotte who pointed at her suitcase. He didn't say a word but went down to get it and continued going up. He made it to his floor and followed the doors down to his apartment number. "Um, sir?" He turned around. A black, heavy set woman stared at him in disbelief. "There is no smoking in the complex, please and thank you." He blew his last smoke into the air then found the nearest trash can to throw it in. He pulled out his keys and began to unlock the door when he muttered, ...

He looked for a brief second at his reflection in the window. His eyes focused back on the rain drops on the window. It started to rain once he passed by the sign that said, Welcome to Section 2. He had never been to Section 2. A man coughed a couple seats away from him. He sat alone on the coach bus on his way to visit a friend in Section 1. He was a young man in his early 20's, dressed mostly in black with a mysterious air about him. He watched the landscapes fly by, the whole bus was eerily silent. Lana Del Rey's "Honeymoon" played on repeat in his ears. The song oddly fit the mood. The bus pulled up to a terminal. Some of the people on the bus got off to stretch their legs. He figured to do the same though the ride hadn't been long. The air was brisk. The rain had turned to an unusual heavy fog. There were few people around. Something far off, straight ahead, caught his attention. A figure was coming his way. The only figure, suddenly, in sight. It was a you...