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The bumpy road of my life.
The year is 1983 and it´s August and I begin second grade in my new school. It was a big class, 32 pupils with me! We only had one teacher, but she was so good at holding us together and staying calm, so we had good learning lessons. Every grade had 3 parallels so you can understand the school was quite big, all from a daycare center to the 9th grade.
By Sylvette Bergius Demircan2 years ago in Chapters
SPIRIT OF SOUND MIND
Once upon a time in a small coastal village, there lived a man named Elias. He was known far and wide for his extraordinary gift - an unparalleled ability to create beautiful music from the most unexpected sources. Elias wasn't a musician by profession; he was a fisherman, making his living from the sea. Yet, his true passion was not found in the depths of the ocean, but in the sounds of the world around him.
By Shalom Gumbo2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 4: The Fourth Day - A Descent into Madness
As the fourth day dawned, I found myself in a place that defied reason—a desolate, frozen wasteland that stretched to infinity in every direction. The biting cold of the Arctic enveloped me, and I could see nothing but endless expanses of ice and snow. The overwhelming isolation of this frigid wilderness sent chills down my spine, and I was consumed by a palpable sense of despair.
By Faron Hetharie2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Four The First Season of Sak Life Imani had received a text in the car as the episode began streaming live nationwide. Already 10.2 million viewers were tuned in and waiting to see what this new reality TV show was about.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Six Throwing Rosebuds at the Throne’s feet You never miss what isn't earned or bought off the lot for you. So, when I rolled into my oblong entryway, I knew I was filling the driveway with (my cars). Ms. Money was in for the flush of her life. My family wouldn't believe all this balling was cleared or taxable, but Throned's famous posse realized this was the home of addictive stunting. And still, the grilling was coming. I did shit for them out of love; I just liked the hustle this came with whatever the T.V. viewers tuned in to; they loved looking at like deleted scenes of a twisted joyride. Mainly because "Throned" was successful and uncouth, like diving into the fabulous life of a black Duke of Ellington.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Seven Producing the Love for The Longevity Imani made a heady exit with her new fiancé. Tilting her head, she cupped her hand under her punkish bang like a visor as she strode down the block, clasping Kareem's top while the fans ambushed them about their engagement. Kareem wasn't so amicable when he was inebriated. Imani's pixie furrowed back with her left hand was the perfect trinket shot of his four-carat birthstone; the image signaled Hollywood would take him off the shelf. She delivered the goods for social snaps and blogs and grinned along the way to their Bentley. Ronnie, the driver, awaited the passenger door opened and was enveloped with spewing fans as he ushered Kareem in, then Imani, who ditched the street and cattily waved as she slid in the back.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” Part Two. Content Warning.
Chapter Eight Reaping views too deep to write off Lining up the Breakdown, 5:07 am. I'm up before Imani's yoga session and strolling through the house with my hustler's ambitious scowl. This morning I'm in $1,100 pants, one of my four vintage Jordan III sneakers, and a grey "Sak Life" sweater in the kitchen Lucky is near the Family Hub sorting out cooking arrangements for breakfast. "Morning."
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Thirteen When it’s time to pull up on Ms. Fines Knock! Knock! "Anyone who knocks likes that better be clean." Melissa Cardona says, behind her desk, poring over a warrant sent for one of her parolees. It was a first-degree murder that strained the equine bridge beneath her black specs. She liked the twenty-two-year-old Black man and twiddled a pen between her fingers as she scanned the incident report in disappointment. Was she wondering how he could do something so stupid? So cruel?
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
