Dakota Denise
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Every story I publish is real lived, witnessed, survived, or confessed into my hands. The fun part? I never say which. Think you can spot truth from fiction? Comment your guesses. Everything’s true. The lie is what you think I made up.
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The Experiment
The Experiment Dakota Blazz was a woman of routines. Every morning, she woke at 5:00 AM, fed her dogs—Buzz’d, Blazz’d, and Blunt’d—then ran them through their drills. Sit, stay, heel, roll over, jump. They could do it all. Perfectly. It was something the town had come to expect. Dakota and her dogs were local legends, and the townsfolk watched, amazed, as she trained them with effortless precision.
By Dakota Denise 10 months ago in Confessions
The Midnight Canine Conundrum
Dakota Blaqq was an expert in focus. Her office, tucked away on the 14th floor of the Tower of Possible Work, was her sanctuary—an endless sea of whiteboards, sticky notes, and half-empty coffee cups. The task at hand was crucial. She had, for the past six hours, been hunched over her desk, her fingers dancing across her keyboard as though she were in the throes of an epic symphony of productivity.
By Dakota Denise 10 months ago in Humor
The Unraveling and Rebirth of Jazmine Jackson
The Unraveling and Rebirth of Jazmine Jackson There are moments in life where the quiet hum of the world around you can no longer drown out the noise of your own thoughts. The weight of them presses in, suffocating, making the very air you breathe feel thick with uncertainty. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but somewhere in the blur of time, I found myself standing at the edge of something I had never known before. It wasn’t a grand revelation, or even a loud crash of realization. It was a slow, subtle shift—a quiet breakdown.
By Dakota Denise 10 months ago in Psyche
The Blaqq Widdow's Rise . Content Warning.
Dedication: To the women who built empires from rubble, who laughed in the face of adversity, and who found strength in the cracks of their broken hearts. This one's for you. For the ones who tasted the bitter sting of betrayal and still managed to bake a damn good cake. For those who endured the unforgivable and yet forgave, not because they were weak, but because they were stronger than the poison that tried to consume them. This book is a testament to your resilience, your unwavering spirit, your fierce determination to not only survive, but to thrive, despite the odds, the pain, the sheer, unadulterated bullshit life throws at you. This is for the nights you cried yourself to sleep, the mornings you forced yourself to rise, the battles you fought and won, often with nothing but grit, a wicked sense of humor, and the unwavering belief that you were worth fighting for. This is for the scars that tell a story, a story of survival, of resilience, of triumph over the impossible. It's for the whispers of doubt you silenced with a roar, for the mountains you climbed, one treacherous step at a time, for the dreams you dared to chase, even when they seemed impossibly far away. To the mothers who shielded their children, the sisters who supported each other, the friends who picked up the pieces, this is a celebration of your unwavering strength, your unyielding spirit. This is for those who understood that sometimes, the only way to escape the darkness is to light a match and burn it all down – then rebuild it, bigger and badder than before. This is for the women who dared to be different, who refused to be broken, who chose to rise from the ashes, scarred but unstoppable. For the ones who proved that even the darkest nights can give way to the most incandescent dawns. This is for every woman who dared to fight, to heal, to conquer, to simply, beautifully, exist, in her own glorious, complicated, messy, magnificent way. And a special dedication to my own chaotic, fiercely loyal, and completely unpredictable family – thank you for the material. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit I left out. I love you, even when you’re all completely insane. Maybe especially when you're insane. Now go make me proud..
By Dakota Denise 10 months ago in Chapters
Catfish Secrets and Scorpio Shenanigans
Catfish, Secrets, and Scorpio Shenanigans: My Facebook Dating Chronicles" So there I was, navigating the treacherous waters of Facebook Dating (which, let’s be honest, is like online shopping for disasters). Enter Patrick, who presented himself as a Navy man — I mean, who doesn't love a uniform? I pictured us in romantic, tropical locales where I could wear sun hats and sip on coconut water while he saved the world. But hold up, y’all... something was off.
By Dakota Denise 10 months ago in Humor
