“Who’s Laughing Now?”  #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts #karma


We all have our biatch moments and this was one of mine (uh…one of many) and I couldn’t resist…


Marquessa xoxo


*inspired by Who’s Laughing Now? (video below)

The woman was plump, had a face full of wrinkles and looked beyond dowdy in her washed out yoga pants and oversized T-shirt. She stood shaking her head in frustration as her children raced up and down the grocery aisle. It was obvious that she wanted to crucify them but she seemed too tired to deal with them as they screamed and darted around people’s grocery carts.

Something about her felt familiar and I wondered from where I knew her. As I continued to scan the shelf for what I needed for the weekend, I eliminated the possibilities. She wasn’t from my university days, past jobs or from elementary school where everyone knew each other. High school was the only feasible place left and I immediately knew who she was – Eva the bully.

Eva was an older girl who had bullied me when I first started high school. She was in the graduating class and had taken a “liking” to me, taunting me in the meanest ways possible on the bus and whenever our paths would cross in the school hallways. I was her perfect target – young fresh meat, four years younger and one out of the handful of Black kids in the entire school. Her insults always focused my “blackness” – how ugly and Medusa-like my braids were, how my skin was brown like a monkey and anything else that came to her nasty little mind. Eva was a class act with her promises to beat me up if I opened my mouth and told on her. Yes, she was a first class mean girl who had a good laugh at my expense.

But even at that age, I knew better than to give her what she wanted – the satisfaction of scaring me, even if I was on the inside. I never showed fear but when pretending not to care only aggravated her more, she doubled up on her efforts and I had no choice to get my family involved. I couldn’t live on pins and needles until she graduated. She was already as dumb as a doorknob – what if she failed and had to repeat her grade…what would happen then?

I must have been deep in thought and staring at her while I took that 30+ year trip down memory lane because I found her staring curiously right back at me.

“Do we know each other?” Eva had the nerve to smile and it irked the shit out of me.

I was about to shake my head with a “no” and simply go about my business but when one of her kids crashed into me and kept running, it ignited a fire in the pit of my stomach. I found myself approaching her.

“I’m sure that you won’t remember me but I definitely remember you. You’re Eva, right?” I smiled.

“Yeah, I am. How do we know each other?”

I couldn’t help but smile even wider.

“You were the racist bitch that bullied me in my first year of high school. It’s hard to forget a face as ugly as yours.”

Eva’s face quickly changed from a smile to shock. From her wide eyes, she was confused at how the words coming out of my mouth were not corresponding with the smile on my face. She opened her mouth but couldn’t form a full sentence. But then again, she was always on the stupid side…


“I said that you were the racist bitch that bullied me in my first year of high school,” I repeated a little louder, attracting the attention of a young couple standing nearby.

She tried to recognize my face from all those years ago, probably flashing back to what and who she had been back then and maybe to what and who she still was.

“You were nothing less than a monster but from the looks of it, you’re living a nightmare of your own. And you definitely deserve it. You reap what you sow.”

I pointed to her kids spitting out f* bombs at each other like they were candy, fighting over something from the shelf down the aisle. I didn’t give a flying fig that the young couple watching were fully fascinated by my words and were looking at Eva in total disgust.

I gave Eva my back and returned to where I had left my cart a few steps away, feeling her eyes on me the entire time. From the corner of my eye, I could see her standing motionless, unsure of what to do and looking extremely embarrassed. I finished taking down what I needed and glanced back at her.

“Have yourself a wonderful day Eva,” I told her and walked away to the cash.

No, it’s not true that I walked away.

I strutted my way down the grocery aisle, my stride overflowing with satisfaction.

You know what they say: “He who laughs last, laughs best…”

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When It’s My Jam I Don’t Give A Damn  #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts

I’m reposting this for you lovelies who would like to get to know me a little better.


Marquessa xoxo


(updated version of previous post)

The older I get, the less I care about being embarrassed.

Maybe you feel the same way.

Like singing along to one of my favorite cassette’s in the car (windows closed, of course), head bopping to the music, committed to getting the lyrics right and throwing in a few hand gestures to the beat for good measure.

Totally in the zone.

This time around, it was to “Como La Flor” from my Selena “Dreaming of You” cassette. No, not Justin Bieber’s “Selena”, but the original Selena whose life was cut short in the mid-90s. And before you ask, “yes” my car has a cassette player (as it should since it’s almost 20 years old).

So when I looked over to see the passengers in the next car staring me down because they had caught me in full mid-chorus, I wasn’t surprised that they were laughing at me. They were just waiting for me to look away and die of embarrassment.

Uh…that wasn’t happening.

Instead, I didn’t miss a beat and continued singing AT them with Selena-like flamenco hands…

Como la flor
Con tanto amor
Me diste tú
Se marchitó
Me marcho hoy
Yo sé perder
Ay ay ay, cómo me duele

Funny how their smirks transformed into confusion and how quickly they were no longer interested in the weird lady in the next lane…

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Lyrical Fiction Friday Reveal: “Empty Rooms and Broken Glass” #lyricalfictionfriday

Today’s lyric prompt is:

“…I’m living in an empty room, with all the windows smashed…”

For the rules, click on the lyric above.

Be inspired and write!

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“Gone” #lyricalfictionfriday #fictionfriday #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas/New Year-flavored fiction*

This fiction was adapted for this week’s #LyricalFictionFriday

Photo credit: pasa47 via Foter.com / CC BY

Lost in my thoughts that New Year’s Eve day, I inhaled deeply, wanting to take in the scent of his cologne that I had come to dislike so much. I relished the moment and wanted to remember every second of this encounter that he had no clue would be our last.

I tilted my chin upwards to him for a goodbye kiss before I went through the gate, knowing that this simple action would make him do the complete opposite. He leaned down and planted a light kiss on my forehead instead, just as I had predicted.

I knew him too well.

“Have a good flight. Give me a call when you get home.”

I smiled to myself, the shaking of my head was slight and uncontrollable. He frowned. Of course, my smile annoyed him.

“What are you smiling at?”

I shrugged my carry-on and purse back onto my shoulder to stop them from slipping off. This time I smiled directly at him and looked him straight in the eye. I studied the shadows of his face and wondered what I had ever seen behind those evil eyes. Long ago, he had looked like a cool drink of water, but he had turned out to be candy-coated misery.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Take care of yourself Dex.”

I turned around, handed the boarding pass that had been burning a hole in my hand to the gate attendant and slowly walked away towards my future without him.

“Wait. Delaney! Wait!”

I could hear the mistrust and confusion in his voice as I continued down the jetway. He was tuned into the heartless vibe I knew I was giving off.


I didn’t look back.

I no longer felt lost and would never let myself feel that way again. I had a spanking brand new 2018 without him to look forward to.

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“When I’m Bad, I’m Better” #lyricalfictionfriday #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday


Note: This was adapted for yesterday’s #LyricalFictionFridayChallenge – I’m busy with NaNoWrimo!




It was dark and past 2am but I knew it was Jake from the way his jeans hugged the back of his ass.

Hot Jake.

He was just sitting there at the back exit of the club, straddling a big, powerful motorcycle between his legs and seeing him poised like that gave me vivid images of him between mine.

Sizzling hot Jake.

Illuminated by the glow of the street lamp, Jake was waiting for someone and that someone was definitely me.

Since I’d rescued him from that nasty beat down and I’d helped him mend, I hadn’t spoken to him or returned his texts. I knew that he’d been sniffing around the club a few times over the past few weeks, trying to bump into me but I purposely hadn’t given him the chance.

Sure, I’d seen him from backstage and the girls had been quick to tell me that he’d been asking about me. But I decided to let him simmer and stew. He could continue trying to chase me down until I was good and ready to be caught.

If Jake really wanted to see me, he’d find a way to come and get me. And as usual, I was right. Waiting for me to surface from the back exit after work was his way of making things happen.

Smart sizzling hot Jake.

Before Jake could notice me, I put my game face on, shook my hair out of its ponytail and just for the fun of it, I unbuttoned an extra button from my top to reveal a little extra skin. Then I walked right past him.


His thick deep voice immediately made my lady bits tingle and I knew that my plan to make him work for it wouldn’t last very long. I stopped, turned slowly and pretended to be surprised.

“Gabriella, where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding isn’t my style. I’m just a busy girl Jake.”

“Too busy to spare a few minutes of your time for me?”

Jake raked back on the bike and folded his arms, a smile spreading across his face.

“That all depends. Right now, I’m a busy girl who is very tired and needs to go to bed.”

As I started to walk away, Jake outstretched his hand and slowly held me back by the elbow. Of course, I let him stop me. I was looking forward to that smile being my downfall.

“Now that sounds like a good idea.”Jake’s voice oozed with heat and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hop on and let me give you a ride. It’s too dark for you to be walking alone. This is not exactly the best of neighborhoods.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I can handle myself quite well Jake.”

I placed my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side, knowing that my hair would fall seductively over the side of my face. It was a move that always succeeded in getting me what I wanted to have.

Jake’s eyes immediately slowly slid over the length of my body, down to the tips of my French manicured toes, back up to my ample cleavage and then rested on my mouth. When Jake ran his tongue over his lips, I knew that it was involuntary and exactly what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same.

“I’m more than capable of handling you Gabriella.”

Yummy, yum, yum. This man could definitely get me to…

“I’m not so sure about that. Only time will tell if I decide to give you the time of day.”

Jake shook his head and let go of my arm.

“You are bad girl Gabriella.”

“Well, when I’m good, I’m bad and when I’m bad, I’m better…”

“Is that what you say about yourself?”

Now it was turn to fold my arms and shake my head.

“No, but that’s what other people say about me. Life is so much more interesting when I’m bad”.

“So you’re refusing to take my ride?” Jake asked again. He was making me all sorts of hot and making me want some not-so-innocent fun.

“What type of ride are you offering me?” I asked, getting close enough to smell his cologne.

“Gabriella, I didn’t mean it like that,” Jake said, suddenly looking a little embarrassed that I had sexified his words. He shifted uncomfortably on the bike seat. “I was just joking around.”

I’m not joking.”

I let my bag fall to the ground and my fingers found themselves gathering up the oversized white shirt that hid my short skirt. I almost cracked up at his shocked expression as he stared down at what my fingers were doing. Before Jake could wrap his head around what was happening, I threw a leg over the bike and straddle it just like him. The only difference was that I made sure to face him so that we were up close and very personal. Face to face, bodies just inches apart.

I placed both of my palms on his chest to balance myself and inched my body a little closer, thinking how strong his muscles felt through his shirt. Then, I slipped my arms around his waist and crushed my chest against his.

Don’t look for what you thought you wanted to find… unless you know that you can handle it,” I purred into his ear. “But if this is the kind of ride you’re offering Jake, I’ll gladly take it…If you can handle me.”

(Related to “Naughty Girls Need Love Too.”)

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Back It Up” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

Formerly called the #MarquessaChallenge

Today’s lyric prompt is:

Don’t look for what you don’t want to find…”

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“You Look Good In My Shirt” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday


Note: This was adapted for yesterday’s #MarquessaChallenge (soon to be #LyricalFictionChallenge) – I’m busy with NaNoWrimo!

Delaney was breathtaking standing in the doorway. It almost hurt to look at her.

Barefoot, messy hair, barely any make-up and wearing one of my shirts that fit her more like a mini dress…absolutely sexy.

Hmmm…I can easily picture her years from now, getting better looking with every year, reaching her sexual peak and maybe even with the kind of fuller figure physique that I had preference for…I need her to stay.

“We need to do this more often. You look good in my shirt.”

Laney laughed, twirled in my shirt and then waved her stained clothes at me.

“Spilling red wine all over me? I don’t think so. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you did it on purpose Alejandro.”

But I hadn’t and she knew it. I’d tripped over one of Nate’s toys just as I was handing her a glass of wine and the contents had splashed on her shirt and capri pants. After it happened, Nate taken one look at the situation and had quickly vanished for fear of being disciplined. I’d warned him more than once about leaving his toys around.

“Where’s your washing machine? Maybe I could soak these down and see if they are salvageable.”

I jumped up and grabbed at the clothes.

“No need. Alma will take care of it.”

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to ask Alma,” she started to protest but I quickly placed a finger on her lips. I would have prefered to quiet her with a kiss but I didn’t.

“And you don’t have to be so independent all the time. Once and a while, just let someone else handle things. Let me take care of you.”

Delaney smiled but rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed me her clothes. I went to find Alma who was more than happy to get the wine stains out. As I walked back outside to the deck, I stopped to watch Delaney leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. Delaney never got tired of the view and I never got tired of watching her enjoy it.

My eyes glided over her curvy body and down the length of her smooth bare legs. I didn’t want to imagine the day that she would no longer be around but our days were numbered. I brushed up next to her.

“You should go talk to Nate. He probably thinks that you’re upset at what happened,” she encouraged.

It was no secret that my little boy was in love with her and even our dog wouldn’t leave her alone whenever she came over. Delaney was tuned into Nate and not even his own mother had that ability. Instead of being upset about her outfit being ruined, Delaney brushed it all off like water on a duck’s back.

“No, not yet. He’s in his room and should have a little time to reflect on why I keep telling him to put his toys away.”

Delaney didn’t argue and we stood in silence for a while. That’s what I loved about being with her – words weren’t always necessary for us to talk.

I took her hand and lead her to the hammock. I settled myself in and helped her do the same alongside me. We swayed and swayed, saying nothing but my mind wandering to the future when she would be gone.

I couldn’t help myself anymore and asked her what I had always wanted to know.


“Uh huh?”

“Tell me what you don’t want me to know.”

I felt her body stiffen. Just when I’d thought that I’d overstepped our bounds, her body relaxed and she looked up at me.


As I looked into her pretty brown eyes, I was no longer sure if I truly wanted to know. None of it would matter if Delaney stayed.

I needed her to stay.

I needed to give her a reason to stay.

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