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My Angel Mikey
I always believed in angels since I was young. My brother and I had a painting of an angel walking children across the broken bridge carefully. My name is Miguel and my brother is Henry. At a young age I knew there were demons and devils but somehow when I prayed everything will be better. And one time when those dark forces came to disrupt me, my angel will appear and give me the words to say. I found out later it was the Lord's prayer. I knew I needed protection because this world got a lot of flaws and leaks. I did not want to be caught off guard. It did hurt me when we moved and I could no longer see my Penpal Sidney. I think he liked my Mom but I guess life goes on. Somehow I just pray and things work out. I guess praying helps me in more than ways that I could explain. I prayed to do really really well and I try my best to do what Momma and Daddy said. And somehow my prayers get answered. And yes I say thank you to HIm. How else do you think he would answered me over and over again. As I get older i realized the more I need prayer, the more I need to be mindful of others, the more I need to be thoughtful. Daddy and Momma broke up. And they did not know how to tell us. I was lost and wondering if they loved us. But I knew from Momma's kisses and Daddy's hugs. They did not leave us. They did not forsake us. I knew that they still care and I wanted to be good to at least come out good. I had big hopes and dreams. I wanted to preach or teach or be respected or something. I asked Momma what I should be. And I asked Daddy what I should be. I even asked Henry what i should be. All of them asked me what I wanted to be. It kept changing time after time. Afterall I just was child, the youngest, children dream all day and all night. Children need guidance and children need hopes and dreams and love and faith. And even when they become grow they need angels. That's when the unthinkable happen, my Dad left us in a car accident. They said it was not his fault but Momma and all of us were hurt and devastasted. Momma never looked the same. She cried night and day everytime she drove by the hospital. We tried to tell Momma not to drive by the hospital but she did not cared. As I grew older, I was distant about learning. Dad was my first teacher and he taught me to do art and music like Henry. I loved Dad's music and I loved Dad's drawings. Henry and I used to listen to Dad's music everytime we went to school, church, or anywhere. We both thought he was really really good. I guess I was sad. Sad about losing Dad. Sad about losing my best friend in the world. And I told my school's counselor after sometime when she asked why I wasn't so into school and learning. And that's when I met Mikey, I called him my angel. He was just like Dad. He was cool and funny. He taught me how to dance and sing. He taught me about girls and the difference between girls and boys. He looked like an angel. And he knew me so well. We spent months and months together. I showed him that I learned Hip Scotch. And that I like having the playground all to myself so I can play with every part of the playground. And Mikey knew I was a little selfish but Mikey helped me. Michael was my world but he had to leave. I remember that day that like it was yesterday. Mikey held back tears and he told me that he cares about me and love me. Mikey was strong, he picked me up, a big ten years old and he hug me carefully like I was his own. Mikey hugs really really really tight. And I told him and Mikey said So you will remember me when you grow up. And that was the last time I saw Mikey, my angel. Momma said that Michael was good to me, that he showed me how to be a man. And that he was my angel sought from above. And I said Daddy must have sought him. I then showed Henry and told Henry about my angel Mikey. And after Henry saw the drawings of Mikey. Henry began to make fun of me and say that my name starts with an 'M' and Mikey's name starts with an 'M' and that I am imagining Mikey. And I was just ready to fight with Henry when a lightning flash between us. Henry was scared and so was I. I said that I told him Mikey really exist. And now God is mad, we should pray. And that day I showed Henry how to pray, I kneeled down and folded my hands and said the Lord's prayer like Mikey taught me.
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Santa's Christmas Journey.
Once upon a time in the enchanting town of Evergreen, nestled in the heart of the snowy North Pole, there lived a jolly old man with a long white beard and a twinkle in his eye. This man was none other than Santa Claus, the bringer of joy and happiness to children all around the world.
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Embarking on a life in crime
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By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Writers
Dear LaKisa, Thank You!
A Heartfelt Christmas Thank You to LaKisa Renee: A Journey of Sisterhood and Support As the holiday season envelops us in its warmth and joy, I find myself reflecting on the profound journey of sisterhood that has unfolded with my dear friend, my sister and collaborator, LaKisa Renee. This Christmas, my heart overflows with gratitude for the support, love, and friendship that has defined our incredible bond over the years. LaKisa and I have navigated the dynamic landscapes of film festivals together, from the bustling streets of New York City to the serene beauty of Utah's landscapes during Sundance and Tribeca. Our adventures have taken us to various cities - NYC, Atlantic City, ATL, Park City, Lexington, and even Miami . Though some of our dearest memories are sacred and not recorded, each experience etching indelible memories into the fabric of our sisterhood.
By Tammy Reese2 years ago in Writers
Writing with my Husband
My husband and I have been role playing (rp) characters we create since we have been together. For seven years, some of the characters we have created I'm not ready to say goodbye to. I always ask him if I can use the inspiration for any story we make together if I see potential for a novel and just ad my own spin to it. His answer is always yes. This idea in particular we worked on together for two days I wasn't ready to say goodbye to. But currently I am working on a major project right now. So I wrote a brief scene on a google doc so I wouldn't forget it and filed it. Under Joaquin and Sophie Project. I started prepping for this project when I got inspired to write it towards the end of NaNoWriMo 2023 writing each character's back storyline now. I'm working now on the Villain's backstory arc and I always have fun doing that for some reason. To create a villain so fucked up that my audience would hate to pieces.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Writers
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By Shyam Joshi2 years ago in Writers
Miles Morales Hooded Jacket: A Stylish Marvel-Inspired Fashion Statement
In the ever-evolving world of fashion, the Miles Morales Into The Spider-Verse Hooded Jacket is making waves as a must-have item for fans and fashion enthusiasts alike. Inspired by the iconic Spider-Man character, this jacket seamlessly blends superhero aesthetics with streetwear flair.
By Alicia Buran2 years ago in Writers
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Introduction: Cleaning is a task that combines art and science, and in the realm of household tasks, the wisp broom emerges as a symbol of this perfect combination. "Dust Be Gone: The Art and Science of Wisp Broom Cleaning" invites us on a journey into the intricacies of using a wisp broom, where we unpack not only the practical aspects but also the scientific principles that make it more than just cleaning. Proceed with a tool. This research seeks to unveil the inherent synergy between artistry and science that makes cleaning a wisp broom an enriching experience for those who appreciate the finer details of ancient living space.
By Waseem Chem2 years ago in Writers
