A Day in the Life of Kenyata Jones Smith_into the unknown_A Letter to You_House of Shadows - Burning
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A Day in the Life of Kenyata Jones Smith
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF KENYATA JONES SMITH: On perfect days Kenyata was someone that you could relate to and hold great conversations with when you needed to talk. She is an all-around person who has a great head on her shoulders and refuses to let the world destroy her. Well on today she gave birth to a 71b 10-ounce boy who is so handsome and excited to be in the world. This moment marked a new chapter in Kenyata’s life so let us rewind and see how she got to this point in her life. In her life Kenyata has alwawww.onedoor.ccys been a respectful and ambitious woman set on helping others and being a positive l...
into the unknown
It was dark for a moment when I submerged myself in the cool water of the brushey creak lake. But i immediately i regretted my decision as there was a sinking feeling in my stomach that if i kept my eyes closed for a second longer it would come for me, and I still cant tell if that would be a blessing or a curse. Part of me has always longed for it to come back for me again so i could finally understand what happened all those years ago, but the other part of me is scared, scared of the unknown, of what would come when or if the creature does come back to me. So as quickly as I could I swam ba...
A Letter to You
Imagine going to the beach. You’re the only one there and you can see every little detail in high definition, the first thing being the blue of the sea, with contrasting streaks of white hemmed along the edge crash to meet land. Imagine the moment it hits the dark wet sand, hear the rush of it creeping towards you, only for it to be pulled back home. Under your feet you have the hot and soft sand decorated with broken shells and colored glass. You bathe in the sun and take in the formula of smells that you can only get by the ocean, deep breaths that soothe you of any stress or panic from bef...
House of Shadows - Burning Bronze - Chapter 1
Jim - February 12, 2001 - 9:13 amMy footsteps echoed through the grand room as I paced the empty redwood floors. The glossy shine of intermingled reds and dark browns were dulled by a layer of dust. I passed by six unveiled windows and stared through them in turn. The flat plains of the Midwest sprawled out to the horizon. A group of orange, black, and grey finches hopped around in a patch where green grass poked through the melting blanket of snow. I stopped pacing and turned to face my dad. “Rianne was your fourth attorney. You can’t keep firing them.”He sat at the only table left in the hou...