Jabs Stories

This will be my first time disseminating my soul amongst potentially millions of readers so first and foremost, Thank You. Thank You for taking the chance (even if it was just for the cute puppers on the cover) to turn the page. Thank You for potentially allowing my catharsis to dance with your demons. And Thank You for your feedback, it would mean the world to me to expound upon what it means to be a writer. I hope You enjoy 😊 Should this garner enough attention I will start to release longer pieces that fall into a myriad of genres, as well as shorter pieces that constitute the very fabric of who I am. Writing is an intensely personal art; my hope is to shine a light into all the darkest recesses we've created in believing we're alone, and to show the power and beauty we collectively have in shared experiences.

Sup y'all mama Felicia here lets get this started

Now that the dust of deceptions settle...what do we see?

Importance of Family.

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Modern day boogie man...as our leaders

"Straight, uppercut, and cross! Move, you're an easy target! Straight, uppercut, and cross! Again, come on!" Voices that seem to come from beyond, but this is the present. A silent spectator, at the Caesar Palace Stadium in Las Vegas. A nearby buzzing tells me not to move, but I do. Amilcar looks at me as one looks at something that once held desire but lost it for some reason. I realize I'm scared, and through the clots falling from my nose, I can feel alive. Rubito shoves a swab with acid into my nose that seems to pierce my brain. I can barely open my eyes and mutter. I feel the blood flowing from my nose to my throat, making me want to spit, but the mouthguard is a stone in the shoe of every boxer. It's hard to breathe and spit with the mouthguard, but it's not advisable to lose your teeth. No rule says you can't fight like this. Falucho and Amilcar create a kind of human curtain and help me stand. Someone from behind holds me up by my jockstrap. They pour cold water from canteens, and the water drains through my pants. I see people mopping that opaque liquid out of the ringside.

I was a teenager back then, I saw the man that made me cry . I didn't what to do when I see him on the street walking his Girlfriend yes he have a girlfriend. lagi akong nasasaktan sa twing nakikita ko silang magkasama because I keeping my feeling for him . Kaya ndi nya Alam na may isang tao na may nag mamahal sa kanya Ng palihim. thanks for reading .I hope you like it . my pagka masungit Ang author 😅😅

Woohoo dead wolves and stuff yay.

a boppin' story for all you fellow five year olds out there who just need motivation from all them haters hatin' on their slimies. #hatersbackoff #noquestionsequalsnoanswers