Black Sun - the Rising Son

Sean E'von Williams

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Some said Scott was an incorrigible teen who was beyond redemption. However, Germane saw the city’s troubled youth as seeds that required cultivation to help reach their full potential.
A black middle-aged real estate developer, Germane undertakes the arduous task of enlightening a local teen confined at the Ferry Youth center in Buffalo, New York.
Forsaken by the pillars of our communities; todays youth have been left out in the cold to fend for themselves in this wilderness called North America.
With no compass to guide, or ruler to straighten crooked lines; misguided youth across the map are having their values shaped by social media, gangs, and the hip hop culture.
Black Sun is an urban tale of ways and means that teaches self-worth. Black Sun is Sean’s second novel.

Sujets

• Seán
• Sean
• Williams
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 27 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669813002
• Langue: English

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BLACK SUN - THE RISING SON
 
A SURPRISING ONE
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sean E’von Williams
 
Copyright © 2022 by Sean E’von Williams.
 
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-1301-9

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978-1-6698-1300-2
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 02/18/2022
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Dedication
 
Chapter 1       Pinched
Chapter 2       Back On Lock
Chapter 3       Waiting 101
Chapter 4       Rotation
Chapter 5       My First Urban Romance Novel
Chapter 6       BJ
Chapter 7       Choices
Chapter 8       Mastermind
Chapter 9       Something To Look Forward To
Chapter 10     The Rising Sun - A Surprising One
Chapter 11     Initiative
Chapter 12     Stephen Evans
Chapter 13     Convicted Felon
Chapter 14     Gods’ Plan
Chapter 15     Shabazz
Chapter 16     Action
Chapter 17     10%
Chapter 18     Power Moves
Chapter 19     Run For Freedom
Chapter 20     Shooked
Chapter 21     Courage
Chapter 22     Christ-Like
Chapter 23     The Rising Sun
 
Reflections
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Black Sun - The Rising Son
DEDICATION
AT THE TIME OF THE COMPLETION OF BLACK SUN ON APRIL 19, 2020, AN ESTIMATED 33,000 AMERICANS HAD DIED AS A RESULT OF THE COVID-19 V IRUS.
INCARCERATED AT THE B. CLEM. UNIT IN AMARILLO, TEXAS, AND UNCERTAIN OF HIS OWN FATE, SEAN DECIDED TO LET BLACK SUN BE A GIFT FOR TODAYS YOUTH AND FUTURE GENERAT IONS.
DURING THE PANDEMIC, BLACKS TOOK TO THE STREETS ACROSS THE U.S. TO PROTEST THE UNJUST KILLINGS OF BLACK MEN AND WOMEN. ‘BLACK LIVES MATTER’ PROTESTS AROSE WORLDWIDE. SEAN DEDICATES BLACK SUN TO THOSE COURAGEOUS STREET SOLDIERS STANDING IN SOLIDARITY AGAINST RACIAL INJUSTICE AND SYSTEMATIC RA CISM.
THIS BOOK IS ALSO DEDICATED TO ALL HEALTH-CARE PROVIDERS; ESPECIALLY THOSE WORKING IN PENAL INSTITUTIONS AND NURSING HOMES PROVIDING QUALITY CARE FOR THOSE WHO ARE OFTENTIMES FORGOTTEN. I’M SURE THAT OUR CREATOR HAS SPECIAL BLESSINGS AWAITING EACH OF YOU. HEBREWS 13 :1-3
FOR MY MONARCH BUTTERFLY IN TRANSITION - *- THE BEST IS YET TO COME!
 
IN MEMOR Y OF
 
ARNOLD BO PEEP MOORE & LOTTIE M OORE,
STEPHEN & SHIRLEY CONWAY, GUST INA MONTGOMERY, ARIEL C LARK,
DARRYL & LUCIOUS SIMPSON, BETTY SIM PSON, LOLLIE (AND DAUGHTER) DOB BINS,
FRED & TORIANO JACKSON, ANDREA P AIGE, WESLEY HATCH, FRANK LOVE,
ZANDRA LOVE, ULYSA (MOORE) CUNNING HAM AND RUDOLPH (RUDY) M OORE
RIP
CHAPTER ONE
PINCHED
I can’t believe I’m sitting in the Ferry Youth Center again. I vowed I’d never return.
I fell back onto the bunk, my head in my hands. The other teens were either watching a movie, or in the gym. All of which, left me time to reflect.
It’s probably not the same room as last time but it’s similar. The heavy door, the tiny window facing the old, abandoned railroad track. Just like last time. I hate this place. It has a dank smell that reminded me of J.J’s attic-bedroom that only got cleaned when either Malika, or Chookie, came over to visit. Everyone in here stinks, boys and girls. Hell, once my Drakkar cologne fades, I’ll stink too.
The negative thoughts would not stop swirling around my head. What would my girlfriend, Kenya, think? “It’s not even my fault,” I said out loud to the empty cell.
I can’t believe I got arrested again, and for something so stupid, I thought.
It started as a way for me to have a good time while celebrating a friends birthday, after puttin in work earlier in the evening. It was just a beer run, no big deal. Jaz, a family friend, along with two of his croonies, Lacy and Craig, and I were listening to one of my latest Shay mix tapes in my upstairs apartment on Winslow Ave.
“A few cold forties would be nice to go along with this killer weed”, Jaz said.
“Sure would”, I agreed. I knew drinking on a suspended sentence was a violation of my probation but who would even care. Besides, after the recent shooting, I needed to unwind. I’d been snorting powder for the last couple hours, so I was feeling somewhat detached emotionally. “I’m driving tonite”, Craig winked at me, as Jaz and Lacy motioned for me to tag along. Few words were exchanged as Craig drove his recently purchased used car to Bellamy’s cornerstore on Ferry and Wohlers. Jaz and I left them in the car while we went inside.
We walked in and smiled at the young Arabian clerk. He looked at us and returned to counting how many Blunt’s were left in the cigar box. I wasn’t worried about him. We’d been doin this so much lately, they’d stopped chasing us for fear of leaving the store unattended.
We went to the rear of the store. Jaz and I both grabbed two cases of Corona’s and headed toward the counter. The clerk stopped counting cigars, turned towards the register, just in time to see us laughing as we ran to Craig’s car. The clerk was on the phone by the time I closed the passenger door.
Craig drove the car away. I tore open a case and handed each fella three beer’s. We all laughed like crazy because we’d gotten away again. Craig drove up Wohlers Ave., turned right at Brunswick and floored it to Humbolt Parkway. He waited until he was on Humbolt to cut the car’s headlights on so that his plates would not be seen. One more turn after Woodlawn Ave. and we’d be home-free, well on the way to a great evening.
A second after the lights came on the cars battery died. That’s when we stopped laughing. I looked at Jaz in amazement. How was it that Craig could plan a simple snatch and grab like this and not know he needed a battery? I was now petrified. The store was less than a block away.
It must have been a slow night for the police. A police car pulled up behind us with it’s nite-lights on. And that was all he needed. All I could do was cup my head in my hands and shake it in disbelief. My chest tightened, my heart rate increased suddenly, and my mind raced wondering, what would I tell my old earth? How long would I be locked up? What kind of life would I have now that I’ve been pinched again?
It’s not even my fault. If that idiot Craig has taken time to get himself a new battery none of us would have gotten caught. My life sucks.
None of that mattered now. Nothing mattered.
CHAPTER TWO
BACK ON LOCK
The last time I was at the Ferry Youth Center was six months ago. I ended up with a suspended sentence on a first degree assault charge. I cut a youth with a razor while watching a friend, CP, fight a guy named George.
My court-appointed attorney warned me about staying outta trouble. “Don’t skip school or stay out late. Don’t even get caught hanging out at McDonald’s. If you get in any trouble at all, you could end up in placement with DFY for seven years, Scott, do you understand?”
His name was Pratcher, and he was talking to me as if he was my pops. I felt like a kid. I didn’t need to be treated like a kid. Who did this middle-aged Blackman think he was? He’d never even talked to me before he agreed to a deal for me on a felony conviction. If I’d had the money for a real lawyer, I would have never been convicted.
“Sure.” What did he expect me to say: next time, I’d just accept the ass whipping?
 
I nodded in agreement, and I honestly meant to stay outta trouble, too. I had no desire to go back to jail. Things between me and my girlfriend, Kenya, was just beginning to get interesting. But here I sit, arrested for something even stupider than the last time.
The worst part was seeing how disappointed my old earth was after I agreed to plead guilty. She was a single parent, trying to raise a child by herself. She always encouraged me to do the right thing. She even went back to school and earned her Bachelor’s Degree, just so that I’d have a positive role model to emulate. I’d let her down again. I could see in her eyes how hurt she was. I wished I had never been caught.
My old earth worked at Empire Career Center. She was embarassed to take the day off to come watch her only child be ushered into court in shackles and plead guilty to a felony. The metal detector had gone off and she ended up getting searched. They treated her as if she were a criminal. I can’t believe I put her through all that - that was the last thing I’d wanted.
She did her best to raise me right, and now I’m back on lock. It’s not her fault, but it’s not mine, either. Who buys an used car and neglects to get a new battery? Despite all my promises and good intentions, I was on lock again - and it wasn’t even my fault.
CHAPTER THREE
WAITING 101
It’s been twelve days and they’re just now taking me before a judge. All this drama over a case of beer. Don’t they have any real crooks to lock up? Obviously not.
When I awoke, Mrs. Byrd, our dorm counselor, told me I had to go to court. I hoped that mean