I am a young African-American science-fiction author. In between writing, I talk about tv-shows like The Originals, Fear the Walking Dead, Westworld, and Game of Thrones. I also talk about life as an African-American blerd and writing.
I can be slowed down since I am only human, but my drive is eternal, I cannot be stopped.
Do something today, anything that will push you closer to your goals.
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I planted my feet firmly on the ground. I never felt more connected to the planet where I stood than where I was right then in that moment. I took in a large, deep breath. It felt like I was breathing in the essence of crisp fresh snow.
And then I released.
This part of the plateau no one was allowed near. Off to the distance, I could see our city, Sheba, the buildings were made of gold and the streets were littered with diamonds and gems.
I zipped my jacket up and hid behind a large rock and waited.
The reason why people weren't allowed out this far from Sheba was because of the instability of the terrain. The scientists said that our world sometimes would converge with another world; a more dangerous world.
But this terrain was also where the agents came in and out of around this time of the evening. I wanted to see who they were bringing back this time.
A crackling of lightning and static happened and immediately two agents appeared with a boy in their arms, not much older than me 15 or maybe 16?
"Aluna! Call for help!" my older cousin Ndulu commanded me.
I guess my hiding spot wasn't so great at all, I was scared to call for help because I knew I would get into trouble but as I dialed the number on my cell phone the boy began to speak.
He struggled to speak, Ndulu's girlfriend Kissa placed her hand on the boy's chest and sung to him.
The blood pouring out of his body stopped but he was still dying. Kissa had harnessed the power of her voice to heal but it was a minor fix.
The doctors arrived quickly and performed emergency surgery on the young boy right there on the plateau. They made me help, I thought for certain I would be yelled at or chastised but I wasn't.
We were there for hours. Finally, when he was stable and the doctor's felt like he was in the clear to be moved. He lifted his hand, he was pointing behind me. Another crackle, another distortion in the air, I could only hear the wind and I was gone.
I didn't know where I reappeared. I knew I was in a city, but it was loud and dirty. I was no longer home. The smell made me want to throw up. A group of girls bumped into me as they walked by laughing and looking at my hair and clothes. My heart raced. I didn't know where I was, I tried my best to not panic.
Then I heard my name, "Aluna!"
My cousin was calling me he was across the street as I ran towards him I saw a man bump into another man.
The two sized each other up and the one man said to the other, "Watch it!" and he spat at the other man's feet.
Spitting is a disgusting, disrespectful thing to do. All because he bumped into him? And what was that word he used? I've never heard it before.
I made my way to my cousin and we slipped away just as easy as I went. He told me he thinks I felt through one of the dimensional fissures. He said he would fix me dinner and explain to mom and dad how helpful I was today.
Later on, despite my cousin's efforts, I did get into a little bit of trouble. Both of my parents were happy that I was alive but they were not happy that I was up on the plateau.
My punishment was to help out in the garden more. It was a strange punishment and I wonder if it was my cousin's idea. Because I liked working in the garden. I decided to not show enthusiasm for fear of what they may actually make me do something worse.
The next day I was out in the garden, as part of my "punishment" and I decided to ask my father about something that had been bothering me.
I've been incredibly blessed to have perfect days. Or even dare I call them perfect weekends or events.
I'm a simple yet complicated person.
Simple because it doesn't take much to make me happy. Complicated because I need two bags to go away for a weekend.
I'm working on trying to get it down to one, haha.
My love and I just left the Ginos in Summersville a little pit stop on our way back home from staying in Snowshoe for the weekend.
A friend of ours invited us up to hang out and little did we know Wanderlust was going on.
We didn't know what Wanderlust was but after this weekend and saying Namasate as sarcastically as we can throughout the weekend (it got old pretty fast for me but not the fellas) we learned enough about the event to know it looks interesting buy above my pay grade. $400 for the weekend was my estimation.
Snowshoe is great in the summer.
Last year on the last day of the season Shawn and I got a pass where we drove an atv, shot clays and rode hor…
Because of that guy. Well, if you're into handsome, nice guys, then whatever.
But what I don't get is the reasoning behind the twitter attacks. What's happening? Is there a "Yeah! I sure showed her!" moment that happens? Yup, you got her! You got her good! She won't be able to get up in the morning. Darn, your plan, you succeeded.
Sarcasm is so much harder to get across over the internet.
My point is this, Dear Danneel, don't give into the haters by answering them on twitter or anywhere else for that matter! But DO answer the people who actually cheer for you. Be happy! Happy early birthday. And don't delete your twitter account like you erased your facebook account last March (if that was really you). Keep sharing your puppy pictures with us and anything else you may see and feel the need to share. I'm a receptionist at an old folks home I need so…
I know. I know. There's only been two episodes and I'm already pretty annoyed with American Horror Story. Here are some suggestions as to what I would do.
1. Two-hour premiere for the first night if things are going to be this slow. Or back to back night premieres. Yes, we've had two gruesome deaths but we're not sure what killed them or we're supposed to question ourselves as to who killed them.
2. Shorter seasons. I'd be fine with a shorter season if it meant more action faster. I guess my millenial brain doesn't like the pace. So far Sarah Paulson is scared of stuff her wife doesn't see and Winter is a terrible baby sitter. Yawn.
This episode we pick up right where the last episode ended with Ally screaming. Which is a good portion of the first episode. And there's still no cult. We knew who the Coven, the Freak Show, the Hotel, the Roanoke Nightmare, Asylum and Murder House were. We knew where all of those things were and that messed…