Floating Darkness

Just as Gina starts walking upstairs, she hears a faint noise coming from the upstairs hallway. She pauses as she listens quietly, trying to figure out what the noise is. She stands quietly on the steps for a good five minutes, nothing. She chuckles to herself as she blames the noises on her imagination. Earlier in the evening, Gina decided to watch a horror movie. In her mind, the thoughts of the movie has her hearing things.

Gina finally continues upstairs, only to hear the noise again as she reached the top of the stairs. The sound is a bit more aggressive this time, and it starts to frighten her. “Donnie!” Gina shouts in fear and frustration. “You play too much, don’t jump out on me, you know how my reflexes are!”

Gina became angry thinking her husband Donnie is trying to scare her. With her cup of hot tea in her hand, and her book under her arm, Gina starts walking fast into their bedroom. She opens the door and the room is pitch black. Feeling around on the wall for the light switch, Gina finds it, only to realize the light has blown out.

“Hmmpph!” Gina sighed loudly in frustration. “These lights are always blowing out!”

She carefully walks over to her bed in the dark room, so she can sit her tea and book on the nightstand. After sitting her things down, Gina hits the switch on the lamp on her nightstand. It doesn’t come on. Unsure of what’s going on, Gina quickly turns around so she can leave out the room. Her gut is telling her something isn’t right.

Her eyes starts to focus to the dark room, and she notices her husband laying in the bed sleep. Just as she starts to head for the bedroom door, a dark silhouette appears in the doorway. The silhouette was floating about a foot from the floor, Gina knew she had to do something. She turns to jump on the bed so she can get to the nightstand on her husbands side of the bed. He always kept a firearm in the drawer for protection. Gina was no stranger to firearms, and she wasn’t afraid to use it.

The moment she moved, the silhouette quickly floats towards her. Gina screamed as the silhouette towered over her now. The silhouettes arms wrap around Gina, and everything goes black..

Author Tracey Reddick

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Pink Season Experience

Sometimes going through changes can become overwhelming.. We can’t change the fact that change will happen, but we can help someone conquer the change that we’ve already been through..


Tracey Reddick *PinkGoddessWriter*

Listen to the eyes

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Good day Everyone! If you look deeply into my eyes, you will see a story that needs to be told.. The eyes hold many different emotions, and they are readable if you are open to read..

As I sit here and look into my own eyes, I see a change within them. The look in my eyes used to be blank and emotionless. It doesn’t mean that I held no emotion inside me; it only means that at the time, they were emotionless, a lot of pain took the emotions hostage. Now when I look into my eyes, I see happiness, contentment, blessings, and pain-free!

My eyes told the story that was hidden in my soul!

Branding me!

Good morning everyone, I am attempting to brand myself so at some point my writing will become noticeable.. I have a twitter page @traceyreddick71 and a facebook fanpage..
If anyone is interested in my writing and upcoming books I would love and appreciate if you could go over to facebook and like my fanpage.. If any of you have a fanpage or twitter page I would love to follow you as well.. I’m not sure if the link I posted in this blog will work, but in case it doesn’t, my name on my fanpage is AuthorTraceyReddick.. Here is a screenshot of what it looks like.. Thank you so much for all who support me..




Without patience, we would never be able to accomplish anything properly.. Sometimes it’s hard to be patient, but that’s where discipline comes in at… If you are a disciplined person, then you can definitely understand patience.. Don’t allow impatience to defeat you or your better judgement..
I pray you all have a safe and blessed day today, and don’t forget to share a smile….

Artwork by: Zymeerah Reddick (my daughter)

We beat the odds

It was Friday morning, and I lay wide awake in my bed before the alarm even rang. Today is the day that we get the results from the scan. I am so nervous about hearing what the Doctor has to say. All of the scans have been bad, and I was just afraid to hear more bad news. If it didn’t have an affect, this time, I fear that I’m going to lose my mother. I can’t lose her; she’s all I have. She pretends to be strong, but I know she’s just as afraid as me. I don’t know if she is afraid of dying, or just afraid of knowing that I will be left alone when she’s gone. I always assure her that I will always be fine no matter what because she has taught me very well. My whole issue is, I am not ready to lose her. There is so much she needs to see me achieve; I need her here to continue to be proud of me. 

“Shayla, My mother whispered as she slowly walked in my room. It’s time to get up honey.”

“I wake mom; I said as I turned over to face her. I’ve been up for about an hour now.”

As my mother sat down on the side of my bed, she started talking to me as she was rubbing my arm. “Shayla, regardless of what the scan is today, please don’t let it stress you dear. I understand what’s going on inside my body, and I know that there is a fifty-fifty chance it can go either way. I am prepared for whichever way God sees fit. “

“I know mom, I said as I started sitting up. I am scared of what he will say, though.”

“I know baby girl, but God is in control so let’s allow him to do his will.” She kissed me on my forehead and walked out of my room. 

When my mom walked out the room, I noticed her walk looked a little stronger today, and I also noticed that her face appeared to be clearer than it has been lately. That just scared me more. I remember somebody telling me before that sometimes when someone is about to die, they may get a burst of energy that will last a couple of days before passing on. Of course, that’s what I thought because of my fears.

My mother and I finally reached the treatment center and signed in. When the doctor called us into the room, I was trying to read his face. His face looked blank and serious, and that scared me. We sat down, and I got prepared to hear the devastating news, and I prepared myself to be strong for my mother.

“Carolyn, Doctor Levy said as he picked her chart up. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell you this, so I decided just to be as firm and direct as I can.