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"You'll be going to The Republic's base." My commander Alsa said standing over me. I looked up. "And why would I do that?" She glared at me. "I know that you are the vice commander." She sat back down and slammed her arms on the table. "But I'm still the commander and you will obey what I say." I give her a fake smile. "Of course, commander. I will go to the base of my most sworn enemies and risk my life for your needs." Alsa leaned back with a look of satisfaction on her face. "You will have to steal the blood crystal from their center control room." Alsa said. "Take Maria with you." I sighed...
Malefic Machinations
Juanita raised the crystal ball above her head, the bangles on both her arms tch-king, and then spiked it at the floor with a primal scream. It slammed into the scuffed linoleum with a doof, neither bouncing nor breaking. It just rolled an inch and stopped, a dead eye glaring up at her.“No!” she wailed. She tore at her bandana, at her hair. “You can’t!” Her raw voice cracked. “Not him!” She sunk to her knees, her bead necklaces clacking a riot. “Not Andrew!” She drowned her face in her hands, overtaken by airless sobbing. Through a forest of fake inch-long crimson nails, she saw the ball.Slowl...
Moonflower
You looked out the window and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. Helen at Times Today said it would be sunny out, and she was usually correct. Right now, however, dark clouds were gathering. Exactly like your mood.It wasn’t fair. Your twin sister didn’t deserve what had happened to her. Even if there were no do-overs and today would have always have been her last day, couldn’t the world have at least made it happier?The first few drops pitter-platter against your lawn. The earth smelled fresh. Maybe the world was trying to say it was time for a new ...
How the Devil Stole Pastor Henry's Soul
How the Devil Stole Pastor Henry’s SoulBy K Arlington AndrewsPart One: Traynesha The night I met Hen, the -stroll was hot and popping like fish grease. When he pulled up, I got in, and our conversation just clicked off the bat, ya know? Didn’t take long before he was blowing up my phone, all the time. He was one of my regulars, and I didn’t know he was a preacher until Dominque and me went to his church on Save a Soul Sunday Every hustler, streetwalker, and gangbanger in the hood, knew about Save a Soul Sunday. It was held every first Sunday, at the old House of Transformation o...