This portfolio is a collective of all my writing pieces in each one of its growing forms. I didn’t enjoy writing some of them but i believe that every piece of writing can be turned into something beautiful for someone else to enjoy or critique.

1.Creative Riff

Why did you make me kill you?

Every day is another day. I dread being apart from you, but you’re not the same person that I used to know. You are so… different. The last time I saw you was a month ago. You were in an oversized black teeshirt; you’re so short that it reaches your toes, you had on a messy bun and some warm fuzzy socks, and the smile that I love and adore so much filled up the room in seconds. It felt like I was in an eternal heaven with the girl I am so desperately in love with. We have such a cute and fun nighttime and morning routine with one another. 

I always get up earlier than she does in the morning. She slept like a baby. Her eyes are swollen, her lashes are extremely long, and her hair is a mess, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. When she awoke, she was usually on my chest, asking when and how she got there. I’d just lay there admiring her. These are the moments for which I live. We’d wake up after half an hour of lazily scrolling through our phones and begin cleaning up, brushing our teeth, showering, changing, and eating breakfast. We always had a slice of toast with avocado and two fried eggs for breakfast. I intended to marry her. She was truly my person. I tried everything and observed everything about her, but it wasn’t enough for her.

Niyah, the woman I thought would become my wife and the mother of my children, told me she had made arrangements with her girlfriends, and of course, I trusted and accepted her for wanting space and time to herself since I believed we had mutual respect and understanding. She’d started getting dressed up, which wasn’t unusual, but some of the things she was doing to prepare made me suspicious. She wore a short black dress with kitten heels; she did her makeup and her hair; but when she was done, she also took out a black duffle bag and tried to hide it from me. I obviously didn’t question it because it could have just been an emergency bag, but it wasn’t. The black duffle bag held a week’s worth of underwear, but not just regular underwear,  her intimate underwear, as well as all of her makeup and hair care, her intimate bras, a toothbrush, a week’s worth of clothes, socks, and some comfy shoes. First, I was like, “She is probably planning to stay with her friends for the week, and I have no problem with that,” but the more that I sat around and thought about it, the more I knew something was going on behind my back. Niyah was gone; she went out and said her goodbyes, but her goodbye felt off. It felt like she had no real intention of coming back to stay. I was scared that Niyah was going to leave me. Niyah is mine. All mine. If I saw her with another man, I WOULD KILL THEM. Niyah is mine and will continue to be mine. I have big plans for us. 

A couple hours had gone by, and I was pacing madly in my room. I started punching the walls, throwing the chairs and paintings, and screaming until all the air in my lungs had dissipated. I couldn’t stand the fact that I didn’t know what was going on, but I promise you that that same night I found out. I couldn’t bear to be at home, so I left my house, wearing my darkest clothing and a black hat. I brought my bat, my knife, my gun, and some tape. Whoever Niyah was with was going to die. I stepped outside, hopped into my car, and drove to the place that she said she’d be, and just as I suspected, she wasn’t there. I decided to rely on the one thing I forbade myself from using. Her phone has an undetectable GPS. I put it out, and she is at the place I prayed she wouldn’t be at. I lost all consciousness and sped all the way to his house. I took out the gun, kinfe, and the tape. I didn’t care about anything except making sure he died ever so slowly and painfully. 

The rain began to pour as I approached his front door. My murderous intent seeped through every crack and crevice of his house, and the second that he opened the door, I would slice him, leaving his face demented. banged on the door greedily. No answer. I banged again and got no answer. I stepped back to see if there was a way to get inside. I look up and see an open window with light creeping out of it. I start to climb his porch, grabbing onto anything that’ll keep me stable, and eventually I make it up. low and behold, there is Niyah and Him having sex. When I saw him towering over my Niyah, I had no choice but to take away everything that he treasured, including his life and the lives of his loved ones. I would ruin him for trying to take my Niyah. 

My precious Niyah looks at me from the window and starts screaming. He is trying to get off of her to see who is at the window, but before he can even turn around, I jump into his bedroom and start stabbing him in the back. He tried to scream for help, but I took his last breath, and there he was, lifeless on the floor. I turned around to see Niyah in utter horror. I slowly walk toward her with a blank stare, I lean in for a light kiss on the cheek and whisper into her ear, “Now you’re all mine.” Her knees buckled, her body began to tremble, and tears rolled down her face. She was unable to move, but of course I was there to help my precious Niyah. I picked her up, laid her on the bed, and taped her mouth and arms. I then threw her over my shoulders and took her to my car. I left her in the back seat, and then I got in to drive her back to her rightful place.

We pull into our garage, and I close the door. I get out to help her get out and take her to our room so I can finally set my plans for Niyah in motion. I walk up the stairs. 22 steps exactly, and I turn to the right to enter our bedroom. I swing the door open and throw Niyah onto the bed. She’s balling her eyes out, terrified of what I’d do to her,  but she brought this upon herself. She’s the one that left me for dead, so she only deserves to die too, but because I love her, I will give her a quick and easy death. I reach for my gun, pull Niyah closer to the edge of the bed in my frontal view, and say to her, “Why did you make me kill you?”