Category Archives: behind doors



        What’s the difference?

What does it mean to be an “Over-talker” anyway? In my opinion, an over talker is someone that gives more than enough information than people are asking to hear. For example, someone can make a comment like; Anna: “Did you hear about Bobby and Karen splitting up the other day?” Brenda: “Yeah, I kind of did. That’s too bad. They were good together.” Anna: “It was best for her because I heard… (here comes the b.s) …he was drunk all the time and fooling around on her…bla…bla…bla…, way too much information. Even if it was true, somewhere down the line the truth got twisted and it’s none of Anna’s business to talk about it to another. Whereas “Gossip”, is just merely running your mouth without factual basis or premise that would validate what you’re gossiping about.  So, now let’s address the questions at hand:

  • What does God think about it?

Romans 16:17-18; I appeal to you, brothers, to watch out for those who cause divisions and create obstacles contrary to the doctrine that you have been taught; avoid them. For such persons do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the naïve.

 James 4: 11-12; Do not speak evil against one another, brothers. The one who speaks against a brother or judges his brother, speaks evil against the law and judges the law. But if you judge the law, you are not a doer of the law but a judge. There is only one lawgiver and judge, he who is able to save and to destroy. But who are you to judge your neighbor?


Date Rape…


…Is a crime to say the least.

It destroys the spirit of a person let alone the emotional and psychological damage that affects the life of a person if not dealt with. Statistics show that 1 out every 4 women have either been a victim of date rape or attempted to in that fashion. I only could pray that more women and men wake up and become conscious of what’s going on around you…for real. The Gossip Corner presents true stories of not only these types of situations, but many true stories that have found their way onto my desktop. The names have been changed of course to protect the victims that have already suffered embarrassing moments, betrayal, and the ruin of their reputations behind such circumstances. Be one of the first to preview.

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The Twisted Truth

I can remember sitting in my 4th grade elementary class waiting for the new teacher, Mrs. Lewis to arrive and all of the students were running around out of control. The door opened slowly and I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Well, the teacher wasn’t the only one that noticed the expression on my face as my mouth dropped open and I began to smile very big.  The kids began to laugh and for the next few days I had to listen to everything that I supposedly had said, but never did and the secrets of others that generally ended up with the words “I never said that.” Continue reading The Twisted Truth


First Look sneak peek…True Story

“Things and situations don’t change…we change  situations and things by doing something” D.R.Tracy

”Alfonzo, please…!” Brenda yelled and screamed kicking in the bed as Alfonzo grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the floor. SLAM! “Oh God, no…!” She said in terror as she felt the hard jerk from the top of her head. Down the hall, he drug her as she struggled to release his hand from her hair.  “Alfonzo, please… you’re going to wake the kids.” “Alfonzo…!” She shouted with her eyes wide open from fear. She began to cry, but not for herself. It was the fear for her boys, five-year-old Brian and Adam, who just turned three.   “Please, Alfonzo… she murmured through the blood flowing over her lips and into her mouth. I’m sorry…please,  “Why did I ever marry you? You’re nothing and you’re good for nothing.  It was the third night that week Alfonzo had come home drunk and beaten her. The small framed 125 pound Brenda was no match for the 250 pound Alfonzo. Twice he’d stopped in the middle of dragging her and bent over punching her in the face with all his might. The blood dripped from her mouth and her nose as she moaned in pain.

The neighbor, Carina lay there in her bed listening to the screams and the cries coming from next door through the paper thin walls. She was afraid for her neighbor and her children as she clutched the blankets tightly with one hand and the other over her mouth so she wouldn’t cry out. The tears rolled down the sides of her face. “Not again. Lord, please help her. Don’t let him kill her this time.” Carina whispered trembling under the covers.

Brian sat on the floor holding his little brother as they looked downstairs at their mother lying in the broken glass not moving. “It’s okay, Adam. I think he’s gone.” Brian whispered. “We have to help mommy now, okay?” He said to Adam taking him by the hand and slowly going down the stairs.

She tried to listen for any sign of life coming from Brenda’s house by placing her ear close to the wall. “I hope she’s okay.” She whispered to herself tiptoeing toward the window again wiping her tears and running nose with the sleeves of her pajamas, she saw that the truck clearly out of sight. “My God, her babies…

“Are you okay?” Dorothy asked walking into Carina’s house. “Shhh…come on in.” Carina said peeking outside before closing the door. “What happened”. You sounded so upset.” Dorothy stated taking off her jacket. “Oh, my God Dorothy you should’ve heard that asshole beating on her. And the screaming.” Carina stated as they entered the kitchen. “What asshole and beating on who?”

“Look, Carina. Listen to me very carefully. That mess over there has nothing to do with you and it’s pretty serious. Getting involved may cause problems for you with this guy and his family and God knows who else.”It doesn’t matter what the hell is going on over there. She’s a human being and doesn’t deserve to be beaten like some animal and there are innocent children in that household, Dorothy. That son of bit… needs to be beaten and then maybe he’ll think twice about beating on a small woman.”

“Hello, Brenda. I’m David Brenner and this is my partner Eric Falkland from the “C.D.I.U. “Central Domestic Investigation Unit”. Are you alone?” David asked showing his badge. “There’s no need to be afraid, we’re here to help you and your children.”  He said composing himself as well. The tears returned, streaming down her cheeks as Brenda’s eyes looking upon the badge in his hand. David and Eric looked at one another and then back at Brenda.