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“The Passion of Sean Gillain” Full-length Chapter Preview

Flashback (The Boycott)…

“Sean, come downstairs after washing up and getting ready for church, please,” Grandma Evaline’s voice said.

“I’m on my way,” I hollered after finishing tying my church shoes. Last night’s dinner party where Ra’Keem and everyone else dogging me for being attached to the farm and not being citified was the last straw. And when the time came, I was going to make sure that I’d never be anywhere near that group of self-righteous snobs for as long as I lived. Nodding at my reflection and being satisfied in my black-and-white church clothes, I headed downstairs and was greeted by the smells of freshly-baked biscuits and fried sausage patties while my grandparents (Also in their Sunday best) were waiting for me.

“Sean, how are you holding up after last night?” Grandpa Emmett asked me.

I inhaled sharply. “Like I never want to attend another dinner that celebrates Ra’Keem, Jessica, or even my younger siblings Monica and Jamal ever again,” I replied. “No offense, but it’s fair for me to say that Mom and Dad never liked me because I’m too countrified and attached to Adams Falls and Twiggs County. They never asked me what I liked doing, but discredited me for being too complacent or dogging me for not being like Ra’Keem.”

“And do you think that you want to go to another dinner or celebration hosted by your parents again?” Grandma Evaline asked.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. Not if it means being under harsh criticism or judgmental stares.”

My grandparents glanced at each other, nodding twice. “That’s all we want to know and hear, Sean,” Grandpa stated. “Because after last night’s fiasco and your grandparents gaslighting and emotional blackmail towards you, your grandma and I think that it’s time to show your parents and older siblings that you matter. That means until they start acting right, we’re not going to any of their dinners, barbeques, house parties, or watch parties that would involve making you feel like you’re worthless.”

I blinked twice. “Grandpa and Grandma, are you guys sure about this? I mean, I don’t want you two to go on strike on my account and deny yourselves the chance to bond with them.”

“Baby, you matter as much as your brothers and sisters matter,” Grandma explained, giving me a sad smile. “And though we don’t wanna have to separate ourselves from Jamal and Monica, the good has to suffer with the bad. It’s either this whole family supports you, or they don’t. So beginning today, we’re distancing ourselves from the family until your parents show you equal love as they do with Ra’Keem and Jessica.”

I only nodded as Grandpa began serving breakfast. And so began the family boycott that would be the longest ever.

Ra’Keem’s attending training camp and has invited everyone to attend the first-day barbeque? Grandpa and I were planning to work on the peach harvest.

Jessica announcing her fashion show that would be a televised special on CBS? Grandma and I went to attend a church’s anniversary and potluck dinner.

Dad wanting to show off Jamal’s summertime basketball game championship? The general store was more important at this time of year since an increase of tourists was imminent.

For two months, Dad and Mom kept sending the invites my way, “for me to get my head out of my behind and to bond with my siblings (as stated by Dad himself).” But neither my grandparents and I would back down, not even when Mom turned on her waterworks, Dad threatening me to send me to military school, or when Ra’Keem himself came down and had the nerve to humiliate me at a Sunday service. If not for one of the strong-spined church mothers giving Ra’Keem a verbal smackdown, I’d have died of embarrassment.

“Your parents and older brothers are a piece of work, Sean,” A’Niah said after that service and she and Ra’Mell met with me in the teens’ fellowship hall. “Maybe it was best that you boycotted everyone, you and your grandparents.”

“But you gotta watch your back,” Ra’Mell warned. “Things might turn nasty without any warning and your folks will definitely want to get on your nerves.”

“That’s the chance my grandparents and I will have to take,” I had replied. “Until Mom and Dad start accepting me for who I am, the strike will continue.”

Things finally turned on its head on month two of the boycott when Dad showed up unannounced when Grandpa Emmett and I turned down an invite to watch a Falcons scrimmage game against each other in Flowery Branch in favor of attending the first fall revival at a church in Juliette. “Sean, you’re humiliating your brother by not showing him any support,” he has seethed angrily when he took over the living room. To my nonplussed grandparents, “And the two of you are encouraging him with this strike he’s playing.”

“We’re not encouraging him to do anything but to do what’s right,” Grandpa replied stiffly. “Your wife- my daughter- is allowing YOU to be this cold-hearted father who praises two of his sons for being like you while she’s loving her two daughters for being like her. Meanwhile, Sean’s doing his damndest to find his own way by helping me and my wife on the farm, and y’all are throwing stones at him because he’s not good-looking or athletic like either of y’all.”

“Sometimes, you gotta clown the weakest link to make him grow up,” Dad sneered.

“And that’s why I don’t want a single thing to do with your so-called dream of perfection,” I interjected. “I may not be what you or Mom imagined or expected, but I’m at least putting in the effort in helping out when I can and wherever I can in my own way.”

“But your way is not good enough for me, Sean, and you know it. Tell me this, are you even going to consider being under my wing and learn something from me, are you too good for anyone who’s not a countrified hick like you?”

Time to cut my losses, folks. “I rather be countrified and real than a pathetic and future disaster like Ra’Keem, Jessica, or even you and Mom. And if it means being too good to be a city kid, then I’ll stand the loss.”

Dad looked tired and yet ready to beat the living shit out of me. He let out a frustrated groan and shook his head. “You just don’t get it, boy,” he grunted. “You have so much potential and passion, yet you won’t even use it.”

I shrugged my shoulders in a flippant manner. “Because passion is meant for the foolish and the birds. Better to look at it with contempt than to try and fall flat on my face.”

“Will you at least consider attending Jessica’s birthday party next week? It’ll be in Atlanta since it’ll tie in with the first Falcons preseason game against the Eagles, and-“

“Am I allowed to dress like I want to?” I interrupted.

Dad inhaled sharply. “There’s going to be important people, so you’ll need to dress as if you belong,” he began.

“Then we’re not attending the party or the football game,” Grandpa said sharply. “If Sean can’t be allowed to be himself at your events starring your oldest kids, then he’s not going at all. And neither will we.”

Dad looked livid. “You really don’t want to disappoint me or your family, Sean. Do you?” he said threateningly.

And then I said the one thing that would be my momentous catchphrase regarding my father’s vision. “I’ve been disappointing you the moment I was born,” I said calmly. “Why should anything be different now?”

Dad just gave me a dirty glare and walked out the house, getting straight into his BMW that looked out of place in front of a farmhouse and drove away.

“That went well,” Grandpa stated. “But you know that this isn’t going to be over, Sean. Not by a long shot.”

“All the more reason to keep boycotting and do our thing,” Grandma agreed as she stood up and faced me. “And Sean? Never let your father dictate your future. His loss is our win. You know where you stand, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Then stand on those principles and God’s Word, yet be mindful to pray for your parents and siblings. They’ll see what they’re missing and wish that they stood by you in the first place.”

I wanted to believe her, but knew that my parents were as stiff-necked as I was. And the funny part of it all was that I knew that I admired them for it.

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“Edge of Seventeen” Sneak Preview

“Good morning, Centennial Grove High! It’s not only midterms week, but it’s also Homecoming week as our Grizzlies get prepped to take on Merck-Barnes High School’s Red Devils,” the cheerful voice of the school secretary chirped as everyone was filing through the halls. “And beginning with tonight’s town-hall meeting in the school gymnasium, our school’s having a week’s worth of events to celebrate our school spirit! Make sure to focus on your grades if you want access to the after-game school dance on Friday and get your tickets to Friday’s game and dance!” 

“It’s the week of school spirits and excess good-time fun,” Rhea harrumphed as she, Shandi, Andretta, Andelle, and I met up at our lockers. “If not for this year-long senior project, I’d be glad to stay home and thrash to some KISS or Linkin Park on Friday night. But I think that I might have a fair shake at being crowned queen.”

“Any of us could be crowned Homecoming monarchs, Rhea,” Shandra stated as she shot a brief glance. “Some more than others, given the current circumstances.”

“Well, my main worry is how everyone will be jockeying me to choose whom I’ll be official with- Jorge or Enrique,” I remarked as I unlocked my locker and got what I needed for the morning. “Add in Greenlee and her gang as well my family and the guys’ families, and I have a real party on my hands.”

“But the other option is to fail senior year and possibly repeat the grade,” Andretta remarked. “Mama and Daddy say that Uncle Julius has been acting strange lately and Aunt Mary Ella’s been miffed at him as I don’t know what.” 

“You guys don’t think that he’ll be working with Greenlee in wanting me to be with Enrique so she can have Jorge to herself, do you?” I asked. 

“Damned if I know, but we gotta keep our eyes sharp and our ears to the ground,” Andelle stated. To me, “And you have to focus on these midterms and Jorge and Enrique courting you so everyone will get off your back.”

“Really, loser? I think that’s not fair for O’Hara to hog all the guys,” came the delightfully drawling voice of Greenlee as she, Jeannine, and Kendall sauntered over with matching smug sneers on their faces. “And besides, everyone who’s anyone knows that Skylar has to be with Enrique. That, and at least drop out of the race for the Homecoming crown.”

I vainly fought the urge to roll my eyes. “You’d know that I can’t bow out,” I shot back. “Everyone who’s been announced as finalists for the Homecoming court need to have a fair shot like you do.”

“Is that right?” Jeannine said sarcastically. “Come on, O’Hara. If you really have the proper school spirit, you’d do Greenlee a solid and drop out right now. Not just out of the competition, but from the school completely. You may be on the diving team and all that, but you really have no place here. Not as long as Jorge is making googly eyes over you when he should be doing so over Greenlee.”

“Lord Jesus, do you have a muzzle that your parents need to use on you?” Andretta spat. “Bitch, you come for my cousin and I’ll come for you and your lady mistress too! Same thing goes for your friend here. And Skylar here is destined to win the crown.”

Just as Kendall was getting ready to crack her knuckles, the bell rang that signaled for everyone to head to homeroom. “To be continued,” Greenlee said threateningly as she motioned for her friends to follow her. 

I sighed as we got ready to do the same. “Batten down the hatches, girls, because a storm is coming to Texas by the name of Greenlee Simmons,” I intoned. “And whether or not I’m prepared, I gotta get through this long week.”

And that was the truth…

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“Ry’Mir’s Dive” Final Full-Length Chapter Preview

As the Devil of the Pool, it’s my duty to sort out who’s worthy of being part of the swimming and diving teams…and the ones who are too tainted for the pool.

The latter’s mainly for the ones who are not the typical breed of being the American athlete of color: the homosexuals, the retards, the ones who are from the gutter, the scholarship kids- you know, those whom my parents have taught me to shun altogether

And when I joined this team, I was already disgusted that Langley supported everyone and anyone from that spectrum as long as they were putting in the work. So from my freshman year to today, I made sure that the football team would scare off any newcomers or persuade them to be part of the Gridiron gang or the cheerleading teams.

And despite being on the swim team, Battle and his two cronies- especially Parrish- knew that I could be trusted to keep their misdeeds out of the spotlight as long as I could exploit or ruin anyone unless they played ball with me and them.

Then came Ry’Mir Odoms from Missouri.

I course I knew all about him and what happened to him regarding Costello. That little brat put my uncle behind bars and my family was devastated. I initially hoped he was going to be wise enough to save face and leave the team and Harvick University all together. But once he started showing his balls, I knew that he had to go. And the football and cheerleading teams know it too. That’s why they’re all for what needs to be done: exposing his ass as the disgusting future pedophile that he and his friends are so all of them would be rightfully removed and I get what I deserved.

And if all else fails, Ke’Vante and his crew could easily put him and his Italian twink of a boyfriend out of their miseries for good.

Now that he refuses to quit, there’s nothing stopping me from enacting my revenge for my uncle Winston Costello. And I would make sure that the family name would be restored while no one would know who I am.

They think that they know me, but they have no idea.

And I’m still pissed off at Lancaster and his gang for standing up for him. Those Denzels and Vogues too! If they get in my way, all of Harvick University will be covered in their blood.

When the meet against Howard begins, there’s no going back! Bring it on, boys and girls, because the Devil’s got his pitchfork sharpened to perfection!

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“The Guardian of Couture” Teaser Promo, Part One

Couture Magazine isn’t just a fashion bible — it’s a battleground. Behind the glossy covers and celebrity spreads lies a world where interns are tested beyond coffee runs and copy machines. From clogged toilets to 24/7 on-call chaos, survival means shedding illusions and stepping into the fire.

But the real test? The Primal Premiere. That’s when the staff — those impossibly beautiful, retro-glasses-wearing editors — reveal their true selves. And if you’re not ready for what’s underneath, you’re not ready for Couture.

I should know. I lived it.

My name is Alcide Lancaster. I survived the summer internship that changed everything — spandex, secrets, Fashion Week madness, and the September Issue. I uncovered a legacy my grandparents once protected, one my family rejected. But I embraced it, with allies, love, and legends by my side.

This is my story.

You’ll never forget the first time.
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