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My gilrfriend was the BLACK PANTHER
I grew up in a predominantly white family of staunch racists. My father was 6 generation confederacy klu klux clan elect and my mother; the epitome of southern belle charm. Me and my 3 brothers and only sister knew the moment our privelage was questioned. It was the day SHE moved to our small town in Bell Buckle, Tennessee.We were a small town of mostly upstanding and honest citizens with upstanding jobs and upstanding credit. I just always thought we were ridiculously clueless and narcissistic rednecks who felt we could do no harm. My dad for instance, to this day, refused to believe that his...
Paz a tu Alma
Walking along the stone path to my mother and father’s house, I can feel the weather shifting from Spring to Summer. It’s a biannual tradition for Kit and I to write to each other when the seasons change. Since she wrote to me first in the Spring, it’s my turn to write to her first. I can imagine her sitting at her desk, checking the time and waiting for my letter to show up. As I’m knocking on the door to the castle, a panting servant shows up beside me, placing his hand on the wall while trying to catch his breath. There are scratches up and down his arwww.onedoor.ccms and dirt is covering his clothes.I c...
coming home
They lock their doors at sunset and keep their windows shut. When people come from over the ancient, crumbling stone wall built to keep things out, they can never tell if they're human or not.It pays to be careful. Some of the older people like to tell stories about how little Tommy went outside of the wall one day and was swallowed by the gaping crescent moon, or taken by the trees, or lured away by tinkling laughter and glimmering lights. Though no one is really sure if it's true or not, there's no way to prove it, and it's better safe than sorry.Most of the people who drive through don't st...
Godslayer
There was a warrior house in Coyo’an whose only daughter was chosen to pay the debt of blood we owed to the gods.Her name was Quetzalin, meaning Plume, and all were willing to give her up but for her elder brother. He was a bitter man, selfish and spiteful and not so fair to look upon. A blow from a nightsaw had cleaved off half his face, reducing it to rough meat and half-grinning teeth.His name was Huitzilin, meaning Hummingbird, and behind his back he was called Ghoul.When they had reached the Red Temple, Quetzalin accepted a nightsaw with blades of soft white feathers.Huitzilin grabbed her...