Micha Writes

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, ...