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Who Am I & Why I’m Sharing My Story @phetteogburn

Happy It-Looks-Like-It’s-Gonna-Be-Snowy-and-Wintery-In-Michigan-Forever Sunday!!!!

I spent all day yesterday packing and moving, so my hair is a mess, hence the furry, purple, faux Kangol I’m rocking today. But anyhoo…

Purple Kangol

Purple Kangol

Who Am I
I am…

A WRITER, STORY TELLER, PASSION SEEKER, PASSION ENTHUSIAST.

What this means is: I feel most comfortable writing than I do speaking. I enjoy sharing stories (story telling); it’s my passion and what I feel deeply about. And, I also get great satisfaction knowing someone is living their passion. Doing what she loves. Because the highest satisfaction is doing what we were brought here to do, ya know?

Why Am I Sharing My Story w/You?

Because…I wish someone had shared their stories with me as a kid, as a teen, as a young adult so that I didn’t feel so alone.

What story telling does is educate, enlighten, and let’s you know that there are other folks who are going or have gone through the same thing.

Stories give us HOPE. EMPOWER…and SAVES LIVES.

With the advent of FB, Twitter, Instagram, Vine, and other social media platforms, stories and messages are more easily conveyed and received, making them more accessible.

MY PASSION IS…

To educate, inform, and inspire women, teens, that it’s not too late to do what you were created to do! I do this by sharing my stories on my YouTube Channel, through my Books, and my social media outlets. Thanks so much for your feedback because it let’s me know that I’m on the right track.

Thanks for watching y’all.

3 things you must do before writing that book

Hello there,

Do you have a book in you? Sure you do. Everyone has a story. But before you get started, check out the video below to see what you must do before writing that book. Please leave a comment below, share with everyone you know, and come back soon for more tips.

I hope you enjoy it.

–fee~ETT

I’m BAACCCKKKK —with a Video Blog & other news @phetteogburn

Happy Monday,

Let me say that I am so super sorry for being away for so long. During my absence, I’ve gone through a divorce, began a new relationship and have been doing some intense soul searching — which I’m going to share in my new video blog launching October 1st — along with my author journey.

I’ve gotten lotsa questions about the steps I took to write my book, so I figured it’d be even greater to simply tell it all in Video/blog a.k.a. Vlog form.

I need you to do me a favor and subscribe to my YouTube Channel so that the second I launch on October 1st, you will get a message in your email box. If you ever wanted to know how to write that book, hear other authors’ stories, or to get motivated, click HERE to subscribe. There will be weekly writing exercises, giveaways and prizes. You don’t want to miss out on that stuff, do you?

The launch happens October 1st!!!! Subscribe by clicking HERE and, when you get to my YouTube Channel, tap the little red Subscribe button on the right hand side to be a part of the festivities.

See you soon…

fee~ETT
P.S.
I also changed the way I write my name. I’ll tell you all about it in a Vlog post soon!

*Exclusive Excerpt 4 my loyal fans/subscribers #InnocenceGA #novel #wip #readers

I want to say thank you to all of you have been patient and followed me on this writing journey. I could not have done any of this without you.

To show my appreciation, here’s a never before seen Innocence, GA Prologue for my novel in progress, Innocence, GA.

Please let me know what you think.

Thanks again,

Phette *fee-ETT*

Innocence, GA Prologue

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part FIVE. THE FINALE #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE TWO and THREE and FOUR!

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PART FIVE. THE FINALE.

“You betta be glad you got a headache or it’d be going…DOWN!” Brian joked. “I’m about to go in the living room and catch up on some Walking Dead. I’ll keep checking on ya.” He went to exit the room.

“Wait!” I downed the pills with a swig of water and sat the glass on the nightstand. “I don’t want you to go.” The words flowed too fast for me to renege.

He walked over to my side of the bed.

“What’s up Miko?” He said in a soft and sexy tone.

I lightly tugged at the hem of his briefs, gesturing for him to lay his body on mine. On my way back, he placed both hands on my waist. And, what sparked the beginning of a bizarre set of happenings, he jerked my body violently. When I went to swat the back of his head, my hand went right through, forming a cloud of dust particles, as if he were a hologram. What the hell is going on? I raised my hands in front of my face and saw straight to the other side of the room; they were transparent.

“Timiko! Timiko!” I felt Brian’s breath on my ear.

I sat straight up as if controlled by a puppet master.

“My bad. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Brian rubbed my thigh.

I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them. I did this a few times until I got my barrens.

“You ready for tonight?”

I sat there, not uttering a word. I looked over at my closet at the mango-colored mini-skirt and nude cami I hung just outside the door the day before, in preparation for tonight’s event.

“It seemed so real.” I mumbled.

“What you say?” Brian inquired.

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

“What day is it?”

“Girl, you was getting yo sleep on, huh? It’s Friday; my 21st birthday. We about to get it in so I hope you’re ready.” Before he walked out the room he said, “I’ll go make us a drink while you take a shower. Let’s go Miko.” He clapped his hands.

I replayed the vivid details over again and smiled to myself. Just when I got to the “good” part where he was about to touch my body, he re-entered the room.

“Really Miko? I thought you were hyped about tonight. You said you’d be ready by now.”

I took the small glass of Loopy Three Olives mixed with Everfresh Lime Juice and placed it on the nightstand. I smiled.

“What?” He asked with curiosity and excitement.

 “Boy oh boy. Let me tell you about my dream.”

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part FOUR #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE TWO and THREE.

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PART FOUR

Still feeling the effects from last night, I reluctantly rolled over to answer the phone on my nightstand.

“Rise and shine, beautiful.” Brian’s too damn chipper voice pierced my barely wake ears.

“Yeah. Yeah. What time is it?” I squinted to make out the bright red digits on the clock but couldn’t get them into focus.

“A little after eight. Are you ready?”

He don’t forget shit. Then again, we are talking about sex here. “Um…can I please sleep for just a few more hours?”

“Eh…let me think about it? No.”

“Ok, how much time do I have?”

“I can be there in like, five minutes.”

“Five minutes!”

“Make that seconds. Being that I was soooo drunk last night and didn’t have any clue what I was talking about. Turns out, I wasn’t the drunk one after all.”

“B, it is too early for all that. What are you talking about?” I sat up and the room started spinning. “Ouch!” I clutched my forehead.

“Headache?” Brian sounded as if he was getting a kick out of this.

“Hold on.” I swore I heard something coming from the living room. “Shit, B. I think I heard something in the living room.”

“Are you sure? You might still be drunk from last night.”

“Now is not the time, B. Stop playing. What should I do?”

“Hold tight. I’ll be there…” Just then, Brian walked through my bedroom door. “Good morning.”

I was happy to know I wasn’t getting robbed, but I did have plenty of questions. He knew I needed answers, so he laid it all out.

“Did we…you know?”

“Hell naw. Now, that’s some shit you would’ve remembered.” Brian boasted. “The tables were turned. I had to drive you home.”

“But, I didn’t even have that much to drink, just that Amaretto Sour and those two shots that you begged me to have with you.”

“Oh, so I begged you?” He laughed. “Girl, make that five or six shots. You were feeling yourself.”

“Six shots?!?! Wow. Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Because you were in good hands. By then, I had stopped drinking.”

“What about Tiny?”

“Her and Jeff left together.”

“That’s my girl.” I still had my hand on my forehead.

“Here. Take these.” Brian gave me two Excedrin 800’s and a glass of water. “These should make you feel better.”

He was such a gentleman. Even with my head throbbing, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked in his boxer briefs and perfectly fitted beater. Not the typical kind, the ones like 50 Cent wears. He must’ve stayed the night. I wanted my headache to hurry the hell up and subside because it wasn’t the only thing pounding. I made the decision to no longer fight it and to just give in to temptation.

TO BE CONTINUED…

My #FlashFiction story: 21 ~ Part THREE #shortstory

To keep my creative, writing juices flowing, I’m choosing to partake in something called “Flash Fiction” writing. According to what I’ve read, it’s been around for many years. Essentially, it’s a short, short story under 2,000 words. However, I’ve also read that that number is fluid. So, anyhoo, together, my story surpasses that 2,000 word limit, but I’m breaking them into pieces to mimic excerpts/sneak peeks. I will not be doing any heavy editing. This is basically for FUN. But I’d still love for you to leave feedback.

Thanks and enjoy!!!

Read PART ONE and TWO.

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PART THREE

The DJ was playing some jams, but it was still early. People were filtering in slowly. He played a couple of hustle songs and nobody bothered to get up. Hustles only work when there’s a crowd of folks. By midnight, the floor will be packed with nothing but single ladies dancing to choreographed routines. Brian isn’t much of a dancer, but I’m planning on dragging him on the floor a few times.

“Thanks.” I immediately sipped through the tiny straw so that I could get my night started. “You got another drink?”

“Just a shot.” Brian tilted his head back and let the liquid courage burn his throat. “Ahhhh!”

“Alright now. Don’t be asking me to drive you home.” I shook my head.

“When’s the last time you had to do that?” Brian looked at me with those puppy dog eyes.

I couldn’t even remember when the last time was. But the point is, it happened. And it’s no fun dragging a big ass dude like Brian. Good thing Jeff was there, or else he would’ve been sleeping on his porch ‘til the next day.

“Let’s dance.”  Brian took my hand and led the way before I got a chance to respond. “A’int this yo boy?”

“You know it!” Maxwell’s Fortunate filled the room.

I crisscrossed my arms around his neck. He placed his around my waist. We two-stepped…back and forth… around and round, like we were at an 8th grade dance.

“You know, I’m glad you came right?” He softly shouted in my ear.

“Yup.  You knew I was gon’ come. You my boy.”

I was buzzed, but not nearly where I wanted to be. So, I knew I wasn’t imagining things when I felt Brian’s grip get tighter, bringing me in even closer to his toned body. I like this. He glided his hands up and down my back and used the tip of his nose to trace the outline of my neck.

“Damn you smell good. You always smell good though.”

“Thanks, B. And, you’re drunk.”

He looked down at me.

“No I’m not…yes, I am, just a little…but that don’t mean nothing. You do smell damn good.”

“Be back. I have to use the bathroom.” The DJ went from a slow song to a club one. People flocked to the floor like ants at a picnic.

As usual, the line was ridiculously long and only one stall was working. I always say that the next time there’s a line, I’m going to use the men’s bathroom…but I never do. Moments later, I exited and damn near ran over an innocent bystander leaning against the wall.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said as I quickly looked up and stopped toying with my clothes to make sure everything was intact. “Wh…Why are you standing there?”

“I was waiting for you.” Brian gazed at me.

The electricity was firing through our bodies that night. I’m not completely sure what was so different about this particular night, but there was definitely something.

“Aw. That’s so sweet. Ok, let’s go.” I attempted to pass Brian, but he took my hand and interlaced it with his.

“Stop fighting it, Miko. Come home with me?”

The intoxicated face I had witnessed minutes ago was gone. He was dead serious.

“Stop fighting what?” I played it off. “Let’s get back. I’m hungry.” I rubbed my not-so-hungry belly.

“Come home with me.”

I opened my mouth to speak and was greeted with the warmth of his tongue. He pecked and licked my bottom lip…then the top. He definitely had my full attention. My damp panties could attest to that. He had gotten some much needed practice because the one time we kissed in high school was a disaster. He lapped my face like a puppy who missed its owner. When we were done, my face was sticky and tight, and smelled like spit. Then, I told him that’s why it was best we remain best friends. I was not about to have a man who didn’t know how to kiss, especially since it was my specialty. Nor was I interested in teaching him. My philosophy: If a man knows how to dance and kiss, he knows how to work it in the bedroom.

“B, come on. We’ve been through this. We are friends. Period.  Plus, for the last time, you’re drunk.”

He held my chin firmly. “Tell me you didn’t feel nothing just now.”

I didn’t wanna lie to him. “I’m not saying that, but…”

“But…what’s the problem? I know you feeling me like I’m feeling you tonight. So, why not? We’re adults. We’re grown…”

He pecked my forehead, my nose, and the corners of my mouth, sensually. Ooh it feels so good.

“And then what, Brian? I go home with you and then what?”

“We satisfy our curiosity.”

I won’t lie and say that I never thought about having sex with him. I mean, he’s a fine brother and all, but I always looked at him as just a friend. Over the years, he’s has grown into his looks. Now, he’s finer than he’s ever been.

“I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, B. Don’t you like being friends?” I pouted.

“Of course I do.” He kissed my pouted lips. “But I can’t resist it anymore.”

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, pondering. Fuck it. He’s right.

“Okay.”

“Stop bullshittin’.” He grinned.

“I’m serious, but under one condition, nope, two conditions.”

“I’m listening…”

“First thing, when you wake up in the morning and remember this conversation and still feel like you want us to sleep together, then I’ll come over. Once you’re sober.”

“Really? I can’t believe this. You know I want you…been wanting you.”

“Second thing, If we like it, we have to promise not to do it again.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Don’t you mean if we don’t like it?”

“No. I mean what I said. If we keep going back for more, we’ll really mess up our friendship, and I don’t want that.”

“Me neither…so, does that mean you’re not coming home with me tonight?”

TO BE CONTINUED…