Tuesday, July 5, 2011

By Any Means Necessary! Part One

I'm about to start a little mini-novel here on my blog site,I have titled it "By Any Means Necessary".
I'll try my best to base what I write on real experiences,belonging to either myself or people I know or have met,some will be  thoughts that are a little creative.
As Miss Minny move about in her small kitchen in the wee hours of this frosty December morning her six children slept snuggled and secure in their two bed room house on the outskirts of  Crackling,North Carolina.,rambling through the cabinets  which were bare and thin with things to fix for the morning meal.
Miss Minny always knew the Lord would make possible for another day!
You see Miss Minny's husband although he was alive and well and sleeping in the back room,he was dead in spirit and soul.
He couldn't keep a job for a lot of reasons,mainly because of his choice of hiding his pain in the bottle.
Sampson was a good man deep down inside,but Sampson never had any real training on how to be a father and husband,you see his own father had died when he was just a boy.
It was really hard for Sampson to give what he didn't have!
Just as Miss Minny was about to pull out the last box of grits from the cabinet a knock on the door stopped her,her brother John stop by on his way to work at the B&W factory,he had stopped at the local Piggly Wiggly and picked up a few things,for he knew the circumstances,and as Miss Minny knew the Lord would make a way some how!
Her brother John was a Pentecostal Minster and highly respected by most in this small farming community.
John had taken Sampson to the water many years ago,but backslide he did,he even got Sampson a job at the B&W,but he lost that job because of the bottle.
Yes folks was  it  was winter in Crackling,N.C. and the wind blowing off of the Atlantic Ocean five mile away was the clue.
Sampson's spirit was so broken that the fifty aces  that his mother had left him to farm for tobacco,now laid barren and unkempt.


Anna Renee said...

Your beginning reminds me of Stevie's song, Living for the City.

A black family struggling, trusting and believing in Anytown, USA.

BigmacInPittsburgh said...

Come to think of it he went to New York from Hard Times,Mississippi,in that song.

Mizrepresent said...

I'm loving this! Looking forward to the read.

Anonymous said...

I can feel this!! Keep it coming Big Mac, you are painting a vivid picture. . . .

SLC said...

Love the start.
Looking forward to hearing the rest.

Moanerplicity said...

You're off to a very intriguing start, leading the reader's mind to wonder what direction your story & characters will take them.

Keep writing! Keep fighting!


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BigmacInPittsburgh said...

Thanks to everyone,I hope to make this story informative and life changing!