The Minorities (Season 1 Episode 1-10)
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  • Reads 952
  • Votes 29
  • Parts 110
  • Time 8h 33m
Ongoing, First published Sep 01, 2019
Mature
The Minorities is a written scripted series By Daza'shaney Hurst based in Cleveland, Ohio. WARNING!!: Script Contains Violence and Bad Language

A group of minority adolescents struggle with the pressures of the cultural society they have been born in. After experiencing trauma some develop abilities that they can use to conquer the world and change their paths. Only problem is their powers come at a cost. What will they do when they face violence and issues they run from on a daily? Will the group be strong enough to save lives or will they fall apart by trying to gain control over something that is beyond them. Theses kids from the hood are swinging and aiming to never miss their target. 

Before Reading ask yourself this:
 Imagine how the world is now, what if super hero's really existed and could stand up for the world issues that we each battle everyday.  What would realistically happen if people discovered them? If you were them would you push yourself to save a life if the consequence of doing so could be detrimental?There is a hero in each one of us. And I hope this series inspires each of us to find our own superpower.
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