The Diamond Mine of Diamond's Mind: A Compilation of Short Stories

By Diamond Cartel

The stories in this compilation vary from love, to fear, to freedom. They were created for a short story blog and received such high praise that I combined them into an ebook. Told by characters you can relate to, you will experience a roller coaster of emotions - some you may not have known even existed. This compilation ebook is just a taste of what Diamond Cartel is about.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diamond Cartel
• Release date: Feb 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465964830

Diamond Cartel

Diamond Cartel is a novelist like no other. Her stories are based on real life experiences everyone can relate to. Throughout her life she has been through so much, and writing has always been her way of release. With this method of personal healing she decided to take her experiences...and her talent...and use them to reach out to others. While so many authors write to entertain, Diamond writes to teach, educate, heal, and connect with her readers. Every story has a lesson. Every character has a message. Without seeming too "lecturing", she gets her point across in a variety of ways. Filled with comedy, tragedy, drama, emotions, and suspense her stories are sure to leave you on the edge of your seat, riled up, and ready to jump in head first!

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The Diamond Mine

of

Diamond’s Mind

A Compilation of Short Stories Written by Diamond Cartel

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This book is a work of fiction. Any characters, incidents, situations, or the like are not real nor are they based on actual events. Similarities to individuals, living or deceased are purely coincidental and not deliberately intentional.

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~Table of Contents~

A Song for You

Ajna

Balancing Act

Breaking the Cycle

Broken

Elevator Diva

Gifted

Gladly

Haunted

Heartless

Jump Off

Love’s Cliff

Love’s Revelation

New Year, New Me

Secrets

The Standoff: Pt. 1

The Standoff: Pt. 2

Wasted Time

More from The Rockstarr

Dream

Dare

Desire

~Rockstarr~

A Song for You

We were not your typical couple. The only ones that understood us were he and I. Yet, even we were lost at times. We had a bond that was envied by others...yet hated by us. We were too close. Too on top of each other. Too interdependent. Was it by choice? Not really. It just happened that way. One day we were the average couple. Going out to dinner and a movie. Maybe a drink or two afterwards. Then back to his place or mine for the best mind blowing sex you could ever imagine.

So when did it change? Where did we go wrong? I wish I had the answer. All I know is that somewhere along the line, the man I loved, I lived for, would die for...became a complete stranger. Out of the blue he changed. No warning signs, no signals....nothing. His demeanor grew cold. His stares were blank. His touch was nonexistent. Kisses extinct. Then one day...he was gone. With nothing left but a nightstand radio. The only part of him left behind would be the part that would show me the way.

Where I Want to Be -Donnell Jones started the night off with this sweet ballad. Maybe that was the issue. He wasn't sure of the commitment he was about to make. He wasn't sure if he wanted to give it all up for just one woman...his woman...this woman...the only woman that could or would ever possibly understand him.

Energy Keri Hilson said it best. It's exactly what he's taking from me. I have given so much, yet received so little in return. All I wanted was love, affection, and to be the only one. Why couldn't' he give that to me consistently? Not just in spurts...but on a daily basis? Was that too much to ask?

Spotlight - Jennifer Hudson may have given me a new way of looking at it. Was I there too much? Did I not give him enough space? Or is this just a cover up for how he really feels? Maybe I was too much of a shadow...too much of a hindrance. Yes, he was my star and I always shined the light on him....I guess he couldn't handle the glare.

Un-Break My Heart -Toni Braxton was really feeling my pain. The hurt is so strong, yet so dense, like a heavy load I can't lift. He just left me. No goodbye. No reason. No excuse. He just left...with nothing but this radio to remember him by. To listen to. To contemplate the many reasons why he's out of my life now.

As they pause, I pause, and begin to wonder. What are my tears for? Why do I hurt so much? How can I feel such great pain for a person that couldn't even say goodbye? Is he worth it? Was he ever worth it? Then my answer comes to me....

Not Gon' Cry Mary J. was preaching right to my heart. Why give him something he never gave you? Why let it all go over someone that just let you go without a second thought? He was my all at one time, but he's not all there is. That would make him....

Irreplaceable _ Beyonce' had to school me on this. No man is irreplaceable. Not even my strongest love. I gave and gave, and at one point so did he. I guess he got tired of giving. Giving his affection. Giving his attention. Giving his love. Well you know what? This is how I feel about it....

You Don't Have To Love Me - Monifa knew it, and now I do too. Love resides in me. Not in the heart of a man. Everything that's good will eventually come to an end. He was no exception. I enjoyed most of our time together, but in the end it wasn't enough to sustain us. The smiles. The laughter. The mind blowing sex. None of it was enough to build a solid foundation on. So what else is there for me to do? Only one thing.

Gotta Go, Gotta Leave - Vivian Green gave me my answer. The four walls surrounding this empty room echoed her words loud and clear. I'm tired. I'm weak. I'm drained. I can't do this anymore. And thanks to him walking out, I no longer have to. I have my out. No need to search for you. No need to beg and plead for you to come back. I need to be free. I need to focus on me. I need to let the past be just that, and keep my gaze on the future. Everything that I needed to know resided in this past hour of songs.

Through Donnell and Keri, Jennifer and Toni...

Mary and Bey, Monifah and Vi.....

My questions have been answered, to an extent.

I could get angry, I could resent.

That would get me nowhere, so what should I do?

I need a song, to dedicate to you.

To explain how I feel about the way you deserted me,

the way you treated me, the way you hurt me?

Then, once again, the answer appears.

It echoes though the room, and rings in my ears.

Good Night and God Bless was all that was said.

And with that, the sounds of the radio went dead.

There you have it, that's what I need to do....

There's no need to play a song for you....

Why? Because we're through.

Ajna

As I stand here in front of this mirror I begin to wonder...where did I go wrong?

I'm 32, single, childless, successful by my standards, wealthy by society's standards...yet, I feel so incomplete. As if nothing that I'm doing matters anymore. Blocking out the world, it's just me and my reflection. Face pure of foundation, mascara, lip liner, gloss. Hair pulled back, exposing every African feature that I possess...wide, broad nose...thick, full, luscious lips...paining eyes.

This is me...every night. Looking. Searching. Wondering.

My soul weighs heavy. I can't shake my past. It's always there. The hurt. The humiliation. I was just a child...why didn't