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“Come on Kimmi girl we’re going to be late getting to the party!”      Ronnie stood near the door of their room and watched her friend put the finishing touches on her outfit. “Seriously? You’re wearing that?”              Kimmi looked at Ronnie before looking down at her outfit. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? It’s something simple and comfortable.”              “We’re going to a mixer,” Ronnie shook her head with a click of her tongue and walked over to her friend looking at her outfit before sighing. “You’re dress like a Mormon’s w

     As a child, we are born into the world without knowing what our purpose in life could be. Some of us are told that we’re meant to do remarkable things while other times we’re told that we’re not meant to be great by those who wish to tear us down. When we’re children we’re told that we can be anything, while as teenagers we’re told to put those dreams aside and think about a future with a practical dream. However, throughout my life, I’ve been told that I can be anything I want to be, but fate decided to place me in a peculiar place or rather I stumbled across something that made things a little

Snow fell upon the peaceful and quiet estate of The Moreno family as the inhabitants slept soundly. The peaceful atmosphere and the sounds of the city’s ambiance even at six in the morning was enough to make it seem like the peaceful scenery was a picture right out of a greeting card. Nothing could shake the beauty and wonder that was the Moreno family estate.            That is until a loud sound rocked the peaceful atmosphere and the sight of a 20-pound turkey flying to the air and appearing to leave Earth’s atmosphere broke the silent serene atmosphere of the mansion.              “What the hell was that?!” Linda

The sound of music and light chatter was heard in the living room of The Moreno family. Linda had invited some people over to have a small party for Janine and Masaya. The living room was full of women from their family church community and people from the neighborhood. The only problem was that Janine and Masaya had not made an appearance at the party.              “What’s taking Aunty Janine and Uncle Masa so long,”     Mina sat on the stairs as she looked up and pouted when she didn’t see any sign of her aunt and new uncle. She didn’t understand why they wouldn’t come downstairs for the party. While i

The car ride from the airport was filled with activity as Mia, Myra and Mina began asking Masaya many questions ranging from if he was a real live prince to if he had brought them gifts. Janine had decided to spend the ride gazing out of the window and watching as the familiar scenery passed by the windows. She felt the overwhelming sense of nostalgia fill her entire being at the memories of how she spent half her life within city limits until she decided to head out west chasing her dreams. Many a time she’d often hear the faint echoes of her voice mixing with that of friends when a sudden flash of memories of her time walking along 14

         Janine opened her eyes, she felt warmth and the steady rising and falling of something under her cheek as she blinked a few times and sat up. She saw that she had been laying on Masaya’s chest, gazing at him fondly, her fingertips running up his cheek tracing along his jawbone before they made their way to his hair, she felt her fingers get tangled in the dark mass of the slight waves that spoke of his hair. With a small smile, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was dreaming of, or if he was even dreaming at all. God, it felt so wonderful to wake up in this man’s arms every day. Masaya was the one for her and she

Janine and Masaya walked through the busy Los Angeles airport hand in hand. They spent the ladder half to the morning doing last minute packing for their trip back to their hometown of New York for Thanksgiving. It had been a set deal for the two of them, they’d begin their holiday a little early as they chose to postpone their planned recording studio time in favor of the finalized decision of spending the holidays with their parents. One of the biggest thing that was on their mind was that they planned to visit their friend’s memorial where just a few short months ago they had been laid to rest.            The sound of people

            “I think you and Masaya should come back to New York for an old-fashioned family Thanksgiving dinner.”              Janine Moreno stepped off the treadmill she was using and walked over to the weight bench where her fiancé sat. She listened to her mother ramble on and on about the upcoming holiday.  “Mom, me and Masa can’t just pack up and leave for a week.”              “Sweetie, the both of you have some time off am I right?”              “Yes, but Masa might not have some time off because of work, he has to be in the studio with the other Super Size Boys for their next alb

    Crying out she held her arm as it hung loosely from its socket. It had been a long road through the battle in keeping her kingdom safe. She looked to her left at the still but breathing figure that spoke of her partner. He fought a valiant battle but the powerful sorcerers had proven to be too much and the young man became the unwilling victim of the vindictive woman’s blast that tossed him across the floor as if he was nothing more than a rag doll owned by a child that hated their toys. She now understood what Commander Worf in Star Trek meant by it being a good day to die. Not that she wanted to fulfill the promise of death if she