"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don't let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "

The not-so-safe haven of Chattanooga, Tennessee has always been normal territory for Geneva. But as an unproductive, boring year for her comes to an end, everything she believes in is shattered to the point that she can't even be sure that her first name is real. Life swings her from one side to the next, and suddenly she is swung into the same place as five other innocent human beings. Their participation in what seems to be a sick game begins once December arrives, but behind the scenes, things have been changing all along. How long will it take for them to discover who they should point fingers at? Who will find out first, and will he help the others or save himself? Before salvation, though, you must acknowledge that you need to be saved. In these youths' case, it's almost too late for epiphanies. (Sequel, Blue Pencil Dolls, is on my page.)

Geneva thought she knew what evil was before that Autumn in Chattanooga. She thought after being homeless for seven years she'd seen it all, and she knew how to manipulate life into giving her what she wanted. Strange things started happening in her town, and soon she learned that everything she thought she knew was a fabricated story created by the people who'd been watching her for her entire life. After being thrown into a sick, unfair game, she lost everything she gained along the way, including the ability to trust. Everyone around her was a suspect. Everyone she looked at could be the source of all her life's troubles. Ignoring it isn't an option because it always yanks you out of your comfort zone and forces you to brush shoulders with death even when you think it's over. So what can you do? How can you ask for help when anybody you meet could be the one controlling the operation? How can you take it down by yourself when they are always twenty steps ahead of you? There's only one answer: you can't. There's nothing you can do in this game except say your prayers. After all Geneva's been through, you start to wonder who you're praying to.

A book of encouragement, thoughts, and other random things for the uplifting and awakening of black girls.

In a dream I could live life worry free.

A rising artist crosses paths with a Chicago native. Will it be fate? Or nothing more than short-lived lust? •Warning. Contains strong sexual content. Copyright © 2015 Publisher: Breezyswife05 I do not own any of the pictures used in this publication.

It’s 1998, and a flood of new students are coming into the University of Alabama. The new seniors couldn’t care less, since all they want to do is graduate like the previous class. But everyone seems pretty interested in these freshmen. Who wouldn’t be? They’re the full package—any type of person you can think of, they’re somewhere in the bunch—and they come with a side of drama too. So meet Brian, Travis, Wayne, Nefertiti (aka Neffie), Flo, Hunter, Quincy, and Sabine. They have a lot to offer. Whilst the purpose of college may be to learn, everyone knows that the students don’t care much about that. The true concern is partying, relationships, and getting out all the stupidity they have in them before they crash into adulthood. Essentially, they’re doing everything they are not supposed to. Ladies and gentlemen, these are the college fiends.

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Dreyah Washington & Kirk Vallei.

if you could define life by color, life before Him was kinda pale. the days were pretty and pink, but there was no warmth to give it vibrancy or nothing. every day was basically the same and exhaustingly boring. His arrival brought not only new colors and vibrancy, but meaning to the ones i'd already known. i loved it, the months where things were good between us felt like he showed me a new way of life that was totally different from everything. he left, snatching the color back from me. i don't know how i'll find anything like that ever again, so i suppose i'll try suppressing the memories. even if it means i fade to gray.