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Kingcess- The Child that Loved the World

  Not so long ago in 24 BC, a royal couple defied the odds and evaded traditions of arranged marriages to be with, who they thought was their soulmate. Like many love stories that preceded them, it was like a match ordained by the God’s, specifically, Demeter or Aphrodite. Pleasure permeated their union, inflicting scares and remedies beyond their wildest imaginations- royal rabbits I suppose. That did not stop the young lovers from fraternizing and conducting chemistry experiments with their bodies. The King in his youth had built their kingdom on the hills of the Cockpit Country, overlooking the tides of the Caribbean Sea, and brokered alliances with the coastal Tainos, which nurtured a booming trading relationship between the two. The Cacique’s wife was fond of the Queen and gifted her an amulet, as a sign of her admiration for her profound strength and courage to fight for love. As the years grew nigh, whispers grew loudly about The Crown’s heir apparent…or lack thereof, and ...
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Looking in the RearView

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           “ Objects are Closer Than They Appear” They say hindsight is twenty-twenty, but the truth is, it’s more like a cracked mirror — every glance backward distorts the image just enough to make you question what you saw in the first place. I spent years loving someone who taught me that pain could wear perfume and smile in public. She didn’t raise her voice often, but when she did, it left bruises in places no one could see. I lost count of the apologies I whispered to myself, trying to convince my heart it was just a rough patch. That if I worked harder, loved louder, or held on tighter, maybe she'd come back to the version of her I first fell in love with — the version that might never have really existed. Still, I never stopped showing up. For her. For the version of us I kept alive like a candle in a hurricane. Now, she’s in my rear-view . And some days, I still glance back, out of habit. Out of hurt. Out of hope. But healing, I’ve learned, isn’t ...
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