PUSHED: Arena for a Story

I’m going to release another story later this month. It’s somewhat of a thriller called Pushed.

As my last story, Mother’s Little Helper, dealt with a little boy’s blind love for his mother, Pushed will deal with some of the possible effects and consequences of bullying for both the victim as well as the aggressor.

The Story is about young man, a teenager really, named Warren. He’s a good kid, great friend, caring boyfriend to his girlfriend, Crystal, and a loving son to his mother. Like many other kids, throughout the world, Warren has a serious problem with bullies, not in school though, these are neighborhood bullies; which makes them that much harder to avoid because they can pop up at anywhere and anytime.

The arena I chose to present this story is my old neighborhood, where I grew up, in Brooklyn East New York. As a storyteller, I thought it would be fun to write, and interesting to share, some of the things I remember about growing up in the Linden Housing Projects. The sights, the sounds, the smells, …the psychology, ha!.

I’m not arrogant enough to say that it was the roughest place to grow up, but I’m realistic enough to say that it definitely wasn’t the nicest place. Having to watch your back every time you leave the apartment gets really stressful on a kid. Especially when you have to watch your back around the very same people you grew up with, lol.

I snuck on google maps/earth to do some surveillance on old neighborhood and snagged these recognizance photos to share.

The place looks a little nicer now, definitely the playground looks better, there weren’t any slides when I grew up, lol