Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash From The Past 3

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Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

Jackey And The Stranger At The Bus Stop Pt. 3

It was a week after Jackey and Desmond’s argument. On a particular night, Sandra, Brian and Jackey cleaned and locked up the shop. Brian and Sandra walked to their cars ten feet from the bus stop. “You sure you don’t need a ride,” asked Brian.

“Desmond is on his way. I’ll see you Tuesday.” Jackey watched the two get in their cars and she went and stood next to the white and blue bus sign. Jackey and Desmond had not broken up, and in fact they had had arguments before but never anything major. Yet, Desmond did not apologize to Jackey and he promised he would pick her up from work like he always did.

And as always, Desmond took his time like he did down their high school hallways. Jackey was leaning on the sign’s pole. She flipped open her cell phone. It was 10:50. The only lights came from the street lights and the dimly lit old convenient store. She let out a deep breath and sighed. She was going to go back into the shop. She had the key and was starting to feel the chills after waiting in the cold.

“What time does this bus come,” asked a startling voice from behind her. Jackey quickly turned around. Her medium long black hair with plum colored streaks flapped against her face. She hadn’t noticed the stranger standing against the old convenient store next to the salon.

The store was so old that the signs were missing letters and the door had chipped paint. The light over the door and inside the store was so dim that if it wasn’t for the street lights, there wouldn’t be enough light to guide customers into the old store.

The stranger stood in the shadows under the dim light waiting for an answer.

“I think it came at 10:30,” said Jackey.

“I’m already running late,” the man said. He bent his leg and put his feet up on the store’s brick wall. He flapped his hand against the bent leg’s thigh.

Jackey squinted but couldn’t see the man’s features clearly.

“Why didn’t you get a ride with your friends?” the stranger asked.

“I’m waiting for my own ride,” said Jackey. “By the way, do I know you?” she asked defensively.

“Late huh?” he asked ignoring her defensive attitude. You know it’s not good for you to be out here by yourself at night.”

“I know and why you bothered by it anyway,” Jackey said rolling her eyes. She didn’t mean to be hostile but the stranger was right. She didn’t need to be out here at night talking to God knows who and waiting for Desmond.

“Just concerned,” said the stranger.

As the bus finally neared, the stranger who was wearing a brown work uniform and black leather jacket stepped forward out of the dim light. He was a clean cut guy and wore a haircut that looked as if it was freshly cut. His eyes were dark brown and shiny. His eyebrows and cheekbones rose up when he smiled. His mouth formed a crooked but pleasant smile. Jackey was taken by surprise and she smiled back.

To Be Continued….

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Faith it Through

This poem/prayer is dedicated to those who may be suffering from anxiety. I understand how hard it grips you and how as a result you feel hopeless. God sees our tears and He can erase all of our fears. Trust Him. 

Mountain of anxiety be lifted up
And thrown into the sea
And Don’t come back with more fear
To terrorize me.

Body, and mind, and spirit too
Believe that God can deliver you
And Be healed by His stripes
Tired of these attacks
I’m losing my strength to fight.
But I’m not turning back

God, hear me and let my tears fall at Your feet
Anchor my faith in You
And let Your healing wells run deep.

You did not give me a spirit of fear,
But of power, love, and a sound mind
You have not left me, nor forsaken me
You are right here.
And every thing will be fine.

So Lord, I praise You even in the valley
I praise You even though it’s hard
I praise You with the queasiness in my belly
I praise You for what I can’t see naturally
I praise You in advance
For complete healing and the unwavering faith stance

That I will have joy in the morning,
I will rest in You,
I will be delivered from all my fears,
I will continue on with hope and a future penned by You,
And I will survive today and continue to faith it through.

In Jesus’ name, amen.
Love,

Tannika

Flashback Friday: The Walls Have To Come Down 

Happy Friday! Check out my post originally posted on Decmber 20, 2016.

What a rough year this has been and we keep coming to these mountains and walls. They got to move! So, when we started reading Joshua and then came to Joshua 6, we got the unction to pray concerning those mountains and walls and to pray in the prescribed method the Lord told Joshua and His people to march around Jericho. 

What walls you desperately need to come down in Jesus’s name? Is it recurring debt, low self-esteem, issues on your job, issues with your children or your spouse, an issue that is recurring in the world that God has moved you to pray about, issues in your church, issues with your health? Gather scriptures concerning the matter because without God’s voice, wisdom, promise, Word on the matter, it won’t happen captain. 

Then pray you won’t doubt even when it seems like there isn’t anything happening. We, ourselves, are on day 2 and day 1 yielded no change, but God had to remind us that the wall didn’t collapse on the first day. So keep going! Have courage. Fight the good fight of faith. Pray without ceasing. Sisters and brothers-in-Christ, you are more than conquerors. He that is in you is greater than he that is in the world.

March around the city once with all the armed men. Do this for six days. Have seven priests carry trumpets of ramsʼ horns in front of the ark. On the seventh day, march around the city seven times, with the priests blowing the trumpets. When you hear them sound a long blast on the trumpets, have the whole army give a loud shout; then the wall of the city will collapse and the army will go up, everyone straight in.” Joshua 6:3‭-‬5 NIV

What walls got to come down in your life? What don’t you want coming into 2017? Declare it be moved in Jesus’s name?

Get To The Finish Line & Help Someone Else Get There Too

Okay that is a long title but every word is imperative. 

I remember when I was a little kid (I don’t remember the exact age, I was maybe 8 – 10) and enjoying a day at my grandfather’s job picnic. It was a picnic of food, family, friends, games, and guided horse rides. 

It was one particular game the kids had to partner up and get to the finish line with one of each of our legs in a sack together with our partners. My partner was my cousin. 

The race started and we took off, hopping along the way. However, I lost my footing, stumbled and fell. Instead of stopping, my cousin continued to press to the finish line. Go ahead and laugh. I am laughing right now myself! From what I remember, he dragged me almost to the finish line, but I managed to get it together. I don’t even think I was mad. I was just as determined as he was for us to win and for me not to hold us back. 😂

I said all of that to say it is okay to laugh at yourself. Okay, what I really wanted to say is don’t give up on someone that God has called for you to water the seed (come along and help someone grow based on God’s Word) and be a light in their world, whether it be a family member or someone else God sends into your life. There will be people God removes from your life but the ones He has for you to impact in this season or several, give them words of encouragement, build them up in the Lord, disciple them, let them know they matter, and then hold them accountable. You may have to give them a loving push at times. You may also have to drag that someone along that needs you to believe in him/her and be determined to see any little evidence of a leaf sprouting out, a rose petal budding and lifting its head. Sometimes you need to remind someone that it doesn’t matter if you finish last, as long as you finish with determination and persistence and with a friend called Jesus. 

Next, encourage yourself to get back up after you fall. Expect trials and tribulations to come and know that you are an imperfect creature, but if you have been born again through our savior Jesus Christ then you have a new nature and a whole lot of help to surely get you to the finish line. Don’t give up and do trust God to get you to the end. He is our present help in the time of trouble, our redeemer, and our hope. 

Oh, I think my cousin and I made it to third place but I have to ask my cousin to be sure, and I wasn’t hurt. 

Philippians 1:6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus
Have a blessed day,

Tannika😘

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Share a time when God gave you the grace to get back up or a story when someone helped you get back up.

Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash From The Past 2

Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

     Jackey and the Stranger at the Bus Stop

Pt 2

“It’s about out dreams,” Jackey said in a calmer tone.”  “And what about your music? You’re like Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde One minute you graduating as an A student and claiming you the next Tupac,” she said raising her voice. “Now you’re running the streets Mr. Street Hustler. You promised your brother you were going to stay out of the streets.

“What my brother got to do with this?” asked Desmond.

Jackey didn’t answer. She stood quietly and watched as Desmond grabbed his black leather jacket from off the table. He looked at Jackey and their eyes met each other.

This time he didn’t smile. His thick eyebrows hovered over his dark deep eyes. Deep lines formed and rested in the center of his forehead. Sadness filled his eyes.

Jackey had always assumed that those rough facial features were just a look he possessed while growing up in their vicious neighborhood. But, these rough-looking features accompanied her to senior prom and stayed after graduation.

In high school, Desmond made A’s and B’s quietly. He turned in his homework assignments but seldom participated in class. Desmond occasionally got in trouble for fighting other boys who tried to test him. They would assume that he was an easy conquest because he was quiet and usually kept to himself. They didn’t expect him to whoop them like his life depended on it.

Desmond was not only quiet, but observant. He would stand around just watching the boys play basketball or the girls gossiping before morning classes.

At Carver High School, Desmond walked through the halls at a slow steady pace. He always had his head phones over his ears with the music’s volume turned up loud. The day of their senior orientation, Jackey spotted Desmond walking back to his class with his head phones on. Jackey was curious about Desmond. She liked him. So she approached him and asked, “what you always listening to.” Not too long after this, they became the cutest couple in their senior class.”

The “cutest couple” both loved music. Jackey enjoyed dancing and singing. She danced with their high school pom pom team. Desmond wanted to be a rapper. He rapped, imitated beats with his mouth, and wrote tirelessly in the bedroom of his brother’s apartment. He kept much of what he wrote and rapped to himself, also to Jackey as well as his brother.

Desmond’s older and only brother, Dawayne, encouraged Jackey and Desmond both to pursue their dreams. It was Dawayne who bought a keyboard, computer, and microphone for his little brother. “Y’all sound good. You guys can be a rapping and singing duo,” Dawayne would say while bobbing his head to the songs they created.

Desmond lived with Dawayne during his last two years of high school. Desmond left their mother’s home because of the man she had married. He was controlling and abusive to Desmond and his mother. Dawayne was twenty-five at the time, a high school dropout, and had spent a few years in jail for robbery. He was making progress when he took Desmond in. Dawayne was repairing cars by day and working on his GED by night.

Desmond respected Dawayne. He was the only one, besides Jackey, who supported him. He had encouraged Desmond through school so Desmond was devastated when he found out his brother had died in a car crash. It happened a month after Desmond and Jackey collected their diplomas. Desmond just sat quietly on his bed looking out the window after his mother had called him and gave him the news. That was four years ago.

Desmond had planned to go to college but worked a part-time restaurant job to keep the apartment. He dropped the job for his current ways of making money–selling drugs and with some success.

Jackey applied and got accepted to Illinois Institute of Art (IIA) to study voice and dance, IIA was her dream college. Although Jackey was majoring in music, she worked as a hairstylist at the salon of her best friend’s aunt.

Most days she would leave the shop at 10:30 and on those nights she would walk outside to the bus stop to wait for Desmond to give her a ride. Sandra, another hairstylist, and Brian, one of the barbers stayed late too and helped Jackey clean and lock up.

To Be Continued…

Five Things I learned From My Mama

This Sunday we celebrate our mothers. We thank God for them and honor them for their selflessness, sacrifice, and unconditional love. 


I love my mama and I make sure I express it as much as I can. But before I move forward, I am going to stress that we take the time to pray for children (of all ages) who have lost their mothers as well as for mothers who have lost children. Comfort them Holy Spirit and uplift their spirits during this time, in Jesus’ name, Amen!

In honor of my mom, I want to share five things she has taught me and told me:

  1. You can’t please everyone.😊 Be okay with that. 
  2. Work hard. 💪My mom has worked faithfully for her job for more than 18 years. I have learned and strived for longevity and commitment in my professional and personal life through her example of hard work. 
  3. A man is not going to fall on the couch. 🛋 Sorry ladies, God isn’t going to just plop him right on your couch. Don’t go looking for a guy, trust God, seek God, but get out there and live your life. And God will help him find you!
  4. Treat yourself. ❤Be kind to yourself. Make sure you matter to you.
  5. Trust God! 🙏🏾My mom always reminds me to give it all over to God. Hearing and seeing her testimonies lets me know that she too had to learn and trusting God never fails because He doesn’t fail.

              Happy Mother’s Day Moms!   

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What are some things you learned from your mom? Please share below!

Insecurity Starter

The other day I was feeling myself. Someone gave me a pair of jeans they no longer could fit and I rocked them with one of my new lace blazers. I have been wearing my hair in crocheted twists and I had on my new purple lip color. So, I felt confident and pretty. It was a big deal to me because I recently had been testifying how God brought me through another up and down year last year, one in which I lost my confidence and had cried many mornings.

As I was walking down the street to work, a male passenger of a passing car yells out the window “you got some big lips”. Why? Don’t know. Was it he actually saying, hey, you got big lips but they’re nice? Don’t know? All I know is I kept thinking about what he said.

I even checked my lips in my phone’s camera. Then I had to remind myself “my lips ain’t big and even if they were.” I have beautiful full lips. Some may think they are not full enough and others may think they are big. Who cares! God made them just the way they are and they are the perfect size to complement my teeth, creating an awesome smile. I love my smile.

I almost let what he said ruin my morning. I almost accepted that negativity that was thrown my way. So, if someone says something negative to you or criticizes you, reject it and remember you are fearfully and wonderfully made. Walk humbly with your head up.

And if you think to criticize someone, STOP! Don’t help add to someone’s insecurities and don’t be the reason behind the beginning of someone’s insecurities.