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George X is a young African-American writer, following his bachelor's degree in creative writing at New England College. Growing, developing his craft within the writing world.
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All That I Got Is You
Dwelling in the past, flashbacks when I was young, whoever thought that I'd be writing this sentence under the sun. I'm going through this difficult stage; I find it hard to believe why my world has so many struggles. Only twenty-one years old, and my soul seems to live many lifetimes ago, I have been living for this corrupt things the earth has to offer, instead of living for the divine law with myself. After 2020, things seem to go downhill, I recently had to take online courses for my family needed extra hands around the house. I'm a junior, soon to be senior, with a creative writing bachelor's degree at New England College, I bear so much weight on my shoulders.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐4 years ago in Humans
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐
I want to become a freelance writer to have the flexibility to travel without having to ask for days off from my 9-5 job, having the experience to gain extra income to pay off my student debts I have while being a junior college student striving to rise as a writer. Writing was never easy from me, in fact it wasnโt even the first steps I took in order to become a writer, nor was it basic language. As a child I was put in mediocre classes, special education programs for I couldnโt communicate with others, I was mute, very quiet to the point I didnโt say my first words such as โmommyโ or โdaddyโ. During those time in my adolescences, my parents didnโt know what to do, they sought out speech therapists, profession doctors in communication disorders from local hospitals, to see how they can improve my levels of speech. As well as I can remember, I just never liked to associate with everyone I wasnโt familiar with, since then itโs been a big effect within my life, your first impression on me will be the last, so youโll have to really be down to earth once you introduce yourself.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐4 years ago in Journal
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐ข
Ever had forbidden fruit? Not the edible fruit no, the fruit of thought merely, you seem to canโt grasp upon that fruit due to limitations, you canโt have a taste. For myself Rudy, it was Simone Kilgore, she was a type of fruit I strived for in my life. She didnโt even know sheโs a diamond for her compassion. I first saw her at Fenway High school in Boston, and I was so into her, sheโs something special. An hourglass strawberry, her sepia skin glows the room whenever she steps insides a room, her perfume scent of cinnamon-apples seemed to soothe me; her trail would lead me to think of showering with warmth & devotion. I didnโt realize that it was just a smoke screen of faรงade, and that I needed to learn much more about her character. My purpose was always to hustle to get mine, meaning I had to work, steal, or volunteer to focus on myself, within that time she taught a few things that I got to know as I was growing in this world. Simone often wrote poetry, and listened to music, her types was jazz, yet raunchy hip-hop, she loved listening to Pop Smoke or 50 Cent. We both had art class with each other, she shows me that the way she wrote was initially how she felt towards life, or why her environment, I was ready for her, though I donโt mean sexually nope, I mean she reminds me of how much I want to be the best version of myself, while doing the same thing for herself.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐4 years ago in Fiction
แดฌหขแตสณแตหก แดพสณแตสฒแตแถแตแตสณหข
The existence of us travelers have been exposed, now the executions are taken place with many of our people. I scavenged all that I had, from clothes, protection, and documents relating to our people. The CIA already exposed our existence to the people, now the military are after us individually, Sydney didnโt understand why they would make the decision to try and kill everyone that was active in America, except it makes sense if all their main goal is total control of the peopleโs mind in the world. It was no longer a myth, now it was a time of action for we needed to find the sanctuary my father told be long before she died.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ
I didnโt know he was a killer; I grew up with him, yet thatโs innocence & bliss for you. I was too tired watching him struggle, though he was the one to always got and get by any means. I often thought, what life could be if he followed me? You see it was like that in Providence, I take that โbe safeโ very serious, you didnโt know when it was going to be the wrong place or the wrong time. I know I was always intuitive with my surroundings and whenever I felt something didnโt seem right, I often tried to tell Melly that while we were together. I remember when I first met him, I want to say it was 2006-2007, we exchange snacks I had honey buns, Dorito's, and a Capri sun, while he had Dunkaroos, a water bottle, and some jolly ranchers. We bonded quick when we talked about Power Rangers, Spider-Man, Danny Phantom, Codename Kids Next Door, you name it we always dwelled pretending to be those heroes & bad guys from the shows and movies. From there we were a dynamic duo, going to the same schools, I remember getting to my first fight in elementary school it was first grade, I was getting jumped and Melly swooped in like Aang in the Avatar state. We got in trouble that day because I broke glass upon another student's head, but they never found out because Melly took the blame for it, ever since then I feel like I still owe for that to this day. He really didnโt care though, he just wanted to make sure that I was alright. Melly was never a coward, he was that one authentic friend that would genuinely go out their way to make sure you were good, no matter who saw it.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐
My love for her is a blessing, my queen Iโm glad I got to fall in love with her. Artemis Naijaรฉ Navarro, has been the mecca of my heart since the day I met her, Charlotte, North Carolina when I was with my father doing gardening work at her house. She is a knockout, were only in middle school when I met her, from there she seemingly had feelings for me, she would often come to my house asking my mother for me. Naijaรฉ is just a work of art, rich dark skin, her luscious plump lips, grey eyes, her intellect & strength reminded me of a true Nigerian princess, her family are from Nigerian & Dominican descent. I just admired her for so long, I would often paint portraits of her whenever I had the free time to, I would often have a heavy load of thing to do for school, my parents, and at Home Depot stacking inventory or running the cash register. I gave her one of my paintings of her in November of 2016, we went to this oak tree where there was a patch of marigold flowers around it in the playground in our neighborhood, I carved our names within the tree with my pocketknife I had. Once she saw the painting, she almost cried just looking at it, I thought I upset her in that moment, until she excitedly kissed me without hesitation, I intensely kissed her right back as the warmth of the sun radiating upon us glowing. I had so much joy that day, the energy was just positive, the emotions were all over the place, I saw what life was worth she is my moon, and I am her sun, thatโs what the universe consist of the planets that are in our space. I just love rambling on where I could go with her, since then been together for three years, I met her entire family as well did mine got to meet Naijaรฉ. Before Covid-19 hit the scene we went to Egypt for the summer, visited the pyramids, it was everything imaginable when we traveled, that night in our hotel room we could let each other go. Everybody thinks in life such as these moments the world is yours, or you're on top of the world, except I donโt I never wanted this world, I donโt even want to give this world to her, the world doesnโt deserve her because I know how it can be, I rather protect her from it than be sucked into it. Our souls intertwined that night, the tenderness of each other I honestly just wanted to please her, it didnโt matter, I really cared for her.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐๐
My name is Ella Melton, and Iโm going to tell you a story of how the impossible is possible. I lost my aunt Rose Melton back on April 15th of 2020 due to COVID-19, she often loved to go fishing out in Newport, Rhode Island. We would hop on her boat in the summer, I love collecting misshapen shells that we found whenever we went fishing, my aunt Rose loved the ocean with a passion, she loved catching her some fish. I remember the first fish I caught with my aunt out near the shores. It was hot; I was nine years old I remember because this is when โTLCโ first came out with their album. I wasnโt able to properly use my fishing rod, it was way too tough, I couldnโt do it, though my aunt taught me to not quit on what was important in life, if I give it my all I could see abundance in the end. When she showed me how to use the fishing rod, I was able to cast it out and grab my first fish which was a Rainbow Trout. Though now I just look upon the ocean, my aunt would always love it here, she the only person who that I loved catching fish especially rainbow trout, when I can just swim around the shore if Iโm bored. I work certain days at a grocery store, I donโt tend to go out much because I have no social life beyond what I know, I have a really difficult time bonding with people. Though this type of bond I had during June of 2021 was one for the books, it was Saturday, and nobody was at the shore that afternoon, so I decided to go for a swim, as Iโm swimming, Iโm just enjoying the view of the ocean, watching as boats pass by getting ready to go out grabbing fish. When I was making my way out of the water, I see something in the distance. It didnโt until I got out of the water, I could see a large fin making its way toward where I was, I knew very well that was no whale fin, nor dolphin, I frantically made my way out of the water to see a shark coming towards me. I never screamed so loud in my life once I seen that shark, but all it did was sit right where it was and swim back underwater, that was a great white that followed me near the land, I didnโt have no clue where it came from. One thing was for sure was I wonโt make that mistake again.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐น๐ช๐ค
Hello, Iโm Aaron Guzman and today is July 9th, 2021, itโs my girlfriend Samโs birthday she deserves the world. I planned this day so beautifully; I had a surprise dinner just for me & her steak, rose petals, dandelions, sunflowers, and tulips. I booked a Marriott hotel room in downtown Providence, I wanted it to be very special, she deserves it. I told her to wear a dress with the color I picked out for her, I have this champagne I bought a couple of days ago in a bucket of ice the hotel provided inside the room were in. I also made this chocolate cake especially for her, she loves chocolate I figured why not make her one. Tonight, is gonna be really a life changing experience for the both of us, especially myself I been planning this for three weeks now, hopefully she will understand why I did everything that I did. I told the front desk clerk to provide a key to the room number on it for Sam, and that I will be waiting for her in the room, as Iโm watching the alarm clock beside the bed, Iโm just so excited to do. I hear a ring on the door key as the door opens and closes its Sam entering the room looking flawless as ever. Tall, fluffy thick afro, beautiful dark brown eyes, and her glowing golden-brown skin, wearing an orange sleeveless tank dress with heels strutting her way towards me. She gave a passionate kiss, I smirked knowing her beauty is enchanting, I pulled out her chair as she sat down giving an intense kiss on her neck, I feel her shake a little from my deep lips. Before I took my seat, I opened the champagne bottle, and poured some in both of our glasses. We toasted to the night, I was just holding onto her hand looking into her eyes, yet she didnโt know why I was admiring her beauty.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
Pแดสแดษดแดษชแด
I donโt know why I get so cold; things change and so do I, I'm Evelyn Toro though this is my story on how I was introduced into the grimy world I lived in. November of 2015 in Providence, Rhode Island, but we call it โProvโ or โPothole cityโ though it didnโt matter when you were caught up the streets of war. I was only sixteen when I started this game of chess, though I always had to learned to be one step ahead, I went to Central High school home of the knights, I was a Junior I mostly hangout with girls, yet I had boys who welcomed me as one of the guys. I played corner when I played for the cowboys as girl, and youโll never catch me in a skirt, though football was a game of strategy so was the streets on the southside, it was Thursday night that changed my life. I was supposed to visit my friend's house, instead I went to see this guy I was trying to hook up with, though as I was going to his place, I noticed one this kid Iโm cool with were going to call him โXionโ, Xion was just walking in the middle of the night, I decided to walk with him as he was heading toward a house.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
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The end of summer, let us begin so when I finish this story hopefully you would all take my advice and not live for this world, rather live in the path of righteousness. It was Saturday, Halloween night I woke out of what seemed like a nightmare, I crawled out of my bed to head downstairs for a glass of water. Before I go any further, I was a farm boy growing up in Derry, New Hampshire the town often had eerie occurrences consisting of kidnapping of children, to young woman being sex trafficked over into the next cities strip club. I was told in class during the third period that it was the 666th year of Halloween, it did not mean much to me because I would normally be the butt of jokes at my high school. From getting stuffed in lockers, to getting my head dunked in toilet water filled with feces, you named it I would be the one to receive it. Though those would not be my worries any longer, as I made my way to pour myself a glass of water, I heard tapping along the floorboards, I followed the taps along the floor making my way outside in my backyard. I looked upon the open space to see only broken glass, I know it was from my father drinking all that moonshine my uncle made for him, though it was a bottle of glass that shattered into pieces, I would be fully aware. No, the tapping kept on going and it was not coming from the floorboards, it was coming straight out of the old barn. The barn has been handed down to us from many generations of the Holmes family, more in particular it belonged to my ancestor Arthur Holmes who was the older brother of โHenry Howard.โ It is odd to talk about really, who would want to conversate with me about my family lineage going back to a serial killer. I could not recommend that, the old barn was just run-down rough building, the paint was faded out, holes in the ceiling, cobwebs filled with spider nests, and livestock. Except I did not see any cattle of horses. Only the pigs that were in a circle squealing, it is bizarre that the pigs would be in here, except I am remembering putting them in here, except I just got of bed everything from there was like a blur. Yet the only thing I could hear that got my attention from the swine making noises was the tapping, I made my way toward the beddings & stalls of usually where the cattle and horses were. I heard the tapping growing louder, and louder as I walked slowly down the path as I was getting cold, and anxious not knowing what the tapping was, my heart was racing feeling like it could jump out of my chest any second given.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Horror
BadMon
Over 200,000 years humans were known to evolve within this world, surrounded by a universe, a galaxy with infinite possibilities of outcomes. The very essence of our existence has been wasted upon domination of one another, until the coming of our destruction. My name is Emily, and our world needs to be saved, from ruins, destruction, cautious around the world, concentration camps surrounded by barbed wires, prisoners of all races, children, and elderly all tortured for slaughter. Survivors had to search for food, shelter, and weapons to protect themselves, souls were lost in the years of earthโs pending demise, โBadmonโ a group of freedom fighters rose from the ashes of the war to freed prisoners and fought back against the forces humans couldnโt comprehend once they made it. Iโm Sergeant of weaponry & attacks under the command of Badmon general Solomon Cleaver, I would die for that man, he never hesitated to do what he needed to do because he loved us so much. People who heard of Solomon thought he was for hate, a radical, and a madman when he told the people of the world, they must fight back against the forces they created by going & playing God. Solomon was right, and for that he urges us to fight back against those who follow the practices of colonization & destruction of our human race, in order to breed a new species that has no morals, no fear. โOmenโ were species cloned by the very humans who wanted to seek immortality by copying their own genetic code, and for this you shall reap what you sow. We were on the brink of extinction, until we found a way to bring everything back, I just hope those will understand how much time I have left.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Fiction
