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A Chance to WIN a FREE Victoria Secret gift basket

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 08:41:00 -0500

BEE 5IVE PRODUCTION

In association with

Brooklen Borne

**WIN A FREE**

**VICTORIA SECRET GIFT BASKET**

Book lovers, friends and family, show your support for author Brooklen Borne, by pre-ordering your revised copy of “The Write Lover” for the low price of $10.00 each. The pre-ordering will be for a limited time only. For all those who pre-order from December 18, 2009 to February 27, 2010, your name, city and state will be printed on the support page of the novel. Your book will also be personally autographed, along with a chance to win a Victoria Secret gift basket; valued at $100.00. Yes ladies and gentlemen…Victoria Secret gift basket containing, oils, lotions, sprays and much, much more. Each supporter’s name will be placed in a drawing and two names will be selected. Each will win a $100.00 Victoria Secret gift basket.

This three hundred plus page urban romance novel, will take you on an emotional roller coaster ride that will leave you so satisfied, you will tell your circle of friends they must get “The Write Lover” for their book collection. And if they don’t have a book collection, this novel will be the perfect book to start one. So reserve your copy of “The Write Lover” and relax in a bubble bath, snuggle in the bed or get comfortable in your favorite chair and enjoy the emotionally charged urban romance novel of the year.

The drawing for the Victoria Secret gift basket will be held on March 13, 2010 in Atlanta, Georgia and the novels will be sent to the supporter’s on or about March 20th. The winners of the $100.00 Victoria Secret gift basket will be notified personally by the author Brooklen Borne via phone and email.

Send your $10.00 money order for each copy to:

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P.O. Box 813658

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R.U.F.F. Rider's

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 17:09:00 -0400

R.U.F.F. RIDER?S

(The Lost Story)

By Brooklen Borne

People have treated other people inhumanely since the prehistoric times. The so called superior race would treat their captives as sub-human. The captive people had their lives altered when they were taken from their families against their will, never to see them again. The reason for the mistreatment was because of ones race, color, creed, gender or nationality. Only some of these atrocities are documented in history books across the globe.

Those who fiercely resisted against their captors, were decapitated and had their heads placed on barrels at the gangplanks, to deter others from getting any ideas; of being resistant. Crowed on ships and chained together with not an inch between them to move, the freedom they once enjoyed, was a delicacy of the past; never to have again. Once on the high seas, going to a far away land of the unknown, with so much fear and sickness amongst them, many died where they lie; still chained to the barely living. For others that were healthy the beatings, the rapes, the deaths of family and friends were just too unbearable; so when they got the chance, they jumped into the deep blue salty water, trying to swim back to their familiar land. Unfortunately, it was a jump to their death, by way of drowning or a meal for the sharks.

When the ships reached Jamestown, Virginia, the human cargo had their language and identity completely taken away from them. These people were being treated so ill willed with extreme prejudice it resulted in thousands of them being murdered daily, for the reason of just because. Just because of the color of their skin, the texture of their hair and the way they spoke. These people now called niggers were looked upon as goods, services and property. Their captors created this holocaust on colonial soil and continued these heinous crimes for hundreds of years to come.

One evening, a group of men gathered together in a dimly lit room and said,

?Enough was enough!? and came up with a plan to change these horrific acts that have become a part of their daily lives. With their fait in Gods hands and nothing to lose, these men set out in the cover of darkness to bring an end to this madness. They called themselves, ?RUFF RIDERS.? This is their story?

(This is just the opening. Be on the look out for the rest of the story.) Coming Soon.

A Character in His Book

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 16:52:00 -0400

A Character in His Book

By Brooklen Borne

Some events may have happened in our lives that make us afraid or have us wondering why this shit is happening to us. Some of us may have been kicked off a horse and scared to get back on. Some of us may have been in a car accident and now afraid to get behind the wheel. No matter what it may be, we are too afraid to do or enjoy the good things we once did.

For me…it’s love. Everyone except for one, that I have opened my heart to unconditionally has betrayed me and used me for what they could, before discarding me like uneaten food into the trash. The people who have done this to me, I eventually found out had a different agenda.

We loved these unnamed people more than they loved us and their actions showed loud and clear as if it was a full moon illuminating the darkened sky. We have brought our sorrows to their attention countless of times, but they continued with their actions, sometimes even putting the blame on us. We’ve been hurt to the core by these unnamed people, but not spiritually.

On the day this letter was written, I came to terms that the simplest things in life that people take for granted, is an experience that I may never have the joy of knowing. The experience is a dream, a dream that could have been made into reality, only if unconditional love flowed both ways. Just imagine if we could reciprocate the same kind of love, affection, loyalty and dedication.

So like those, thrown from the horse or were in bad car accident’s; I’m also afraid. I’m afraid of my emotions to love another. Because each incident takes away a part of me and I’m slowly becoming numb.

The power of love will make a sick person well.

The power of love will give you strength, when you think you have none left in you.

The power of love will turn your cloudiest day, blue.

The power of love will also kill you, if you entrust your feelings to the wrong entity.

As we walk amongst millions in this numb state of mind, we can count on one that will always love us, never use us, play us for a fool or betray us and that’s God…God almighty. My heart is heavy and has been for a very long time, but God is the author of my life and my story has been written. I pray my story has a happy ending, for I’m just a character in his book, going through the challenges of life.

TO THINK ABOUT

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:20:00 -0500

For The Convenience

By Brooklen Borne

When you have a child, may it be biological, adoption or a care taker due to a family or a friend?s crisis; you are responsible for the welfare of that child. So why do some people just drop their kids off with someone to watch them when they want to go out, not knowing or caring if the sitter is child CPR qualified.

I asked a friend?s 16 year old daughter, ?Does she enjoy baby sitting her three little cousins?? They are 2, 5 and 7 respectfully. She said, ?I don?t mind. They?re not bad at all. Besides watching them gives me some spending money.? The next question I asked her was, ?If she knew CPR?? She responded, ?No!? I then came back with another question, ?What if something happens to one of them and they need CPR, what would you do?? She looked at me like a deer looking into head lights. What intrigued me more was even after the aforementioned was brought to her attention; she got on myspace and stayed on the site for about an hour. She wasn?t concerned enough to take a minute to research some information about child CPR on the net.

There?s nothing wrong with family and friends looking after your little one?s, while you have some ?me? time; just make sure the ones looking after your children have some sort of training?just in case an emergency arises.

www.Redcross.org

www.about.com:Pediatrics

www.pcc.com

www.enjoycpr.com

www.cpr-savers.com

JUST FOR LAUGHS

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:18:00 -0500

Are Woman Driver’s Really Better Than Men?

By Brooklen Borne

Are woman drivers really better than men? It may seem like women tend to use more common since, when in the drivers’ seat; but believe nothing you hear and half of what you see. The myth about the women driver being better than men, is so convincing to society, they have the auto insurance companies bamboozled, that’s the reason their insurance is lower the men. On any given day, at any given time, in any given city, you can see women flying up and down the road; as if they were in the Indy 500. They are not speeding because there is a dyer emergency going on with them; they are being just as reckless as their male counterparts. As NaTasha Bailey stated in her article (Women Are Better Drivers Than Men! “That’s A Fact!”) I quote: “As a teenager, my mission in life was to see how fast I could make my dad’s car down the interstate,” Unquote. Do you really think that attitude and belief just go away? The answer to that question is NO! There are just as many women as men out there behind the wheel with that same type of mentality.

Men Beware! Don’t be on the road when there’s a sale at the mall; you will become a statistic. A woman driver will plow you out the way, like a city worker plowing snow out the way on a main street. She will pass you with lightning speed and will blow the horn at you, to get out her way the millisecond the red light turn green. Let’s not forget the soccer mom, she will run you over, pull in front of you if there’s 1/8 of an inch, between the two vehicles; to get those kids to the game on time. All that has been said by me above, I’ve witness and have been a victim of their excellent driving.

So to say one gender is better than the other behind the wheel, is to say G.W.B.II, is the best President this country ever had…yeah right. There are good driver’s/bad driver’s and both genders fall into the two categories evenly. Another reason why women have lower auto insurance rates is because, there are more women in this country than men, so the auto insurance companies cater to the female gender; like clothing stores do. Most women clothes are cheaper than men’s. Remember the sales.

In closing, I would like to say society would like to have you believe, women are better drivers than men; but the in reality there are no difference between the two. It all boils down to experience and consideration for the fellow driver. Statistics is nothing but numbers that you can alter to support your view; but doesn’t necessary mean it’s the truth. So ladies ask yourself, are you really better drivers than me? I believe you know the real answer…smile.

Brooklen Borne, Bringing Thoughts 2 Life…It’s all in fun!

MY LOVE

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:17:00 -0500

Love

By Brooklen Borne

Love is one of the laws of the universe, which is constantly broken. Why is the law of love being broken around the world? I believe maybe because many don’t know what the true meaning of the word. Is there really a true meaning of the word? I don’t mean the dictionary saying of love. I believe love come from the heart of two people who say they are in love with one another. This four letter word brings me to my being…my woman.

My love for my woman runs deeper than any ocean floor and higher than the tallest mountain, known to man. She means the world to me and I adore her. She is delicate as a rose and tougher than the prickly stem it sits upon. I fell in love with her words and became mesmerized by her beauty. There is no one that can come at me to betray my woman’s love and trust for she is my world; my future wife, the mother of my future child. The love we share can not be infiltrated.

The law of love we promised each other to uphold until our maker calls us home. Love is a powerful word and more of a powerful feeling. Without her love, I’m lost, without her love, I can’t function…without her love my being no longer exists.

A DEDICATION

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:14:00 -0500

A DEDICATION

By Brooklen Borne

I stood before you naked with both hands slightly away from my sides, palms facing forward toward you. I could see the sorrow in your eyes when you looked at me. I had a frown upon my forehead and what should have been clear liquid coming from my eyes were replaced by tears of blood.

You reached out for me but drew your hands back each and every time you saw my body jerked. You walked around to my rear and noticed objects sticking me in my back. To your disbelief, you saw metal triangles daggers with words of “We have betrayed you.” “We have lied to you.” “We have used you,” and “We were disloyal to you; in your time of need.” The people I helped and trusted threw these worded objects into my back with expert precision.

For my protection you stood between me and the other daggers that were coming at me. You began to pull out the triangular objects, one by one from my back. The tears of blood that flowed from my eyes, slowly transformed back to clear liquid; before drying up. The scars on my back began to heal, leaving no reminisce of the worded triangle daggers. The frown that was a crown on my forehead disappeared as you relieved me of my pain. “You will no longer bare these burdens my child,” you said with a smile. That’s when I realized who you were. You took a hold of my hand and led me to safety. I couldn’t believe my surroundings, I was in paradise; heaven as you all know it; the view, spectacular. “Now you can rest in peace. The burdens you once had are no longer yours to carry, my son.” My new found true friend said to me. Then I heard another voice, it sounded like my little brother. His words were faint, but I could hear him clearly say, “I will miss you big brother and I look forward to seeing you again; when I get there.

44 BLACK

Thu, 19 Feb 2009 22:05:52 -0500

44 BLACK

By Brooklen Borne

For eight long years, these United States and the world has been turned upside down and inside out, by one family and their personal quest without regards to the citizens who elected them to the highest office in the land of the free world. Their names are 41 and 43. Forty-one became greedy and took his citizens to war against a man and his country in a foreign land for the sake of black gold.

Despair began to cover continents one by one like the day when Moses told Ramsey death will come in the form of fog in the night and take the life of the first born of each family that was against the freedom of his people. The citizens had, had enough and 41 had to go. The war came to an end and 42 was voted into office and did wonderful job. The economy began to improve and the citizens were generally happy. But 42 peers were jealous of his fame with the citizens; they became jealous and spread propaganda. The government did a good job brain washing some of its citizens and 42 was ousted for 43. Not all agreed with the departure of 42 and publicly express their anger. Forty-three was at the helm now and he really didn?t care about the harmony of the people as the leader of the most powerful nation in the free world; part being he didn?t have a clue on how to run an office he wasn?t really qualified for. The only thing on his mind was, to finish a job 41 didn?t complete while his stay in the land of taxation without representation.

The U.S. along with the rest of the world was in turmoil, in which no one had the answer to of getting out of. So on bended knees and through silent and vocal prayers of all faiths, the Lord heard their cries and out of Illinois a voice descended upon the people. The voice said, ?There will be hope. We need change. I do understand you. My promises will be upheld to you and there will be compassion for all without with out jeopardizing our national security and together we can collectively improve our way of life.? Around the globe young, old, rich, poor, black, white, red, yellow, and brown lifted their heads. Eyes that were once closed were now open. Ears that could not hear were now tuned, like a fine musical instrument. It was 44 Black?s voice.

At the time no one knew who 44 was, but they loved the words that were coming out of his mouth and the conviction in which he said it. He had every ones attention. As each day went by his status grew. Citizens around the world, even those who couldn?t speak 44?s language, understood and loved what he was saying to them. He had charisma, he had swagger, not to mention his good looks and the wonderful skin tone of his ancestor?s. But what was most important to the people, 44 had solutions to the agony the people had been enduring for so long.

Forty-four had to win a race first. A race many entered sponsored by the government, every four years but the U.S. citizens would make the ultimate decision as to which candidate would be victorious. Those that entered the race wanted to be called 44, but none of them wanted to be called 44 Black; except for one. As the race turned into days and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months 44 Black was the front runner; with one person on his heels. But on November 4^th, the people spoke and 44 Black made history, by winning the race. Around the world people cried with joy, especially in the United States; they all celebrated 44?s triumph like no other before him. The U.S. citizens knew they had made the right choice and on January 20^th the people came out in masses to the nation?s capitol, to hear 44?s oath; while the rest of the world watched on their televisions or jumbotrons. His words were:

?I Barack Hussein Obama do solemnly swear, that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States; so help me God.?

And the people around the world in unison yelled out, ?Yes We Can!?

I Never Thought

Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:27:28 -0500

On November 4, 2008, I watched television so intensely; switching between BET, ABC, MSNBC and CNN. My reason for watching the different networks so intensely was because, I wanted to see the impossible become possible, the possibility of change for a better economy, the possibility of word harmony, the possibility for a brighter tomorrow.

Then at 11 pm Eastern Standard Time, the possibility became one step closer to reality, when the announcement was heard around the world. Barrack Obama has won enough votes to secure the Office of the Presidency. I never thught in my life time I would see a man of color, hold that office in these United States.

Now that we have elected him into office, let us continue to support him and his family, while he does his best to ge this country back on the right track; economically and socially. Let us not forget his background. His mother is white from Kansas and his father is black from Kenya; so he is the man for all people and the best qualified to be the captain of our nation.