Historias de Afrocentric

In a future where truth has been rewritten and the Name of the Most High erased from every database, one woman's voice ignites a rebellion across time, tech, and spirit. Ahmorah Rahseedah was born in silence - but chosen to speak what the world forgot. With a lion of light at her side and ancestors speaking through firewalls and fragments, she becomes the Oracle the system didn't see coming. But in a world ruled by The Stream, where false prophets are programmed and memory is currency, speaking the real Name of Yah could start a war... or reboot the world entirely. Afrofuturistic. Prophetic. Powerful. If you remember, you were meant to. #Afrofuturism #PropheticSciFi #SpiritualWarfare #BlackFuturism #ReclaimTheName #DigitalOracle

In a world that often silences soft voices, one woman weaves her truth through color, cloth, and quiet words. Threads of Me is a soulful poem about identity, creativity, and becoming. Written under the pen name InkInSilence, this piece is a tribute to every dream stitched in silence, every story worn with pride, and every moment of choosing self over fear. If you've ever tried to create something meaningful in a noisy world-this poem is for you.

Piece written by me.

A book of soul giving poetry

Dedicated to Destiny Rose Texeira Borges, who was always a source of Magic and Light in my life. Justice Montgomery wakes up one day to discover that she is not entirely human. She also learns that she is chosen to be a warrior against the dark supernatural forces that plague the world around her. And if that wasn't bad enough, the weight of the world is quickly thrown onto her inexperienced shoulders. Will she be able to unmask the evils that threaten the people she loves? will she learn what it means to be the Guardian? Will she save the world? Or end it? Images provided by Instagram: olivia_roach and esmeraldaa96

When black women see other black women it's like we're in a war and we just ran into the enemy, it shouldn't be that way. If someone stares it shouldn't be grounds for a fight. Say hello be friendly. There's no reason to be that bitter.

Things that make me beautiful

If you could relive your life what would you change? What would you do differently? Born in the blistering summer of the early 19th century. Growing up in the Deep South during the times of segregation and heavy racism Hezekiah has lived his life in a reserved and withdrawn fashion. Now on his death bed and ready for his eternal rest he's surprised to wake up in the body of a sixteen year old boy. Will Hezekiah be able to survive in the 21st century with his age old ideals or are some things better left in the grave?

College is shittier than you thought.

Ewa must face certain death to able to take care of her sick little brother and survive the beast that is war AND the Beast she meets in the Ebora Forest. An Afro-centric tale of a warped Beauty and the Beast, where it could mean the death of everything she holds dear, or the salvation of her people.

She died before he could save her. He crossed forests, outran slavers, and climbed a mountain for one reason to find a cure that could bring her back. Instead, he found a machine that swallowed him whole and spat him out onto the streets of a modern city. Five centuries from everything he knew. And the first face he saw was hers. She carries the name he knew. She is a doctor. She does not know him. She does not remember dying. But he remembers everything. A love story across five centuries. A man who refused to bury what he loved. And a woman who has no idea she is already his.

....letter to my future lover #?

They fell in love before they were brave enough to admit it. In the 1990s, two girls chose survival over each other - a decision that would follow them for decades. Some love stories don't die. They wait.

Aetherra was a land divided by the elements but united by harmony. Four realms-Fire, Earth, Air, and Water-each thrived under the watchful guidance of the Zodiac Concord. This mystical force maintained balance, linking the realms through energy, spirit, and tradition. From the molten spires of Zyra to the floating towers of Zephyra, the people of Aetherra lived proud and free. They celebrated their heritage, danced to the rhythms of their music, and honored the spirits of their ancestors. Their skin gleamed under the sun, dark as the fertile soil of Terradon, and their hair twisted and braided in styles that told stories of generations. But harmony is a fragile flame. A sudden tremor shook the ground beneath Terradon. Molten rivers surged unexpectedly in Zyra. Winds in Zephyra whipped beyond control, tearing apart bridges in midair. And in Aquarion, tides rose higher than ever before, threatening the crystal towers and canals of the city. Something-or someone-was disrupting the elemental balance of Aetherra. And the Concord had chosen its champions

a realm where memory itself is weaponized, a cosmic orphan born outside the Codex's design must reclaim forbidden truths, awaken ancestral breath, and transform a lie-written reality into a living, breathing story of liberation.

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In 2098, in a place called New Africa; a shy native farm boy, who's stammered all his life, must overcome grief, ally with the Orenda - an underworld Institute of rebels disguised as St. Benedict's monastery - embrace the burden to become the Nelson Mandela incarnate, in order to stifle a dubious ethnic cleansing plot known as the godgame; being planned by the beautiful-as-angels yet vile-as-demons Ba'nova ( an imperial race born of gene-editing recklessness).