Blacklivesmatter Stories

They call her Trouble. Locked behind prison walls, A'Leiaa Onyxx Creed rules a place that was built to break people like her-but she never learned how to break. In here, she's feared. Outside, she was something else entirely. But every name has a beginning... and every empire has a fall. Before the bars. Before the silence. Before she became Trouble. There was a life she doesn't talk about anymore. And someone from that life still lingers in her past... a name she refuses to say out loud, but never forgets. And a story that made sure she never looked at love the same again.

What would you do if all the lines that once made up and bordered your life became blurred from existence? What would you do if one day you realized the pencil marks that once surrounded you are falling apart, and you are not sure whether to pull them back together, or let them be erased completely from your life and maybe, make you free? You don't know, do you? Well, I didn't know either... ~Kuyi ============= Kuyi and Christian are on a path_with lots of bumps and unexpected turns_ of self discovery, forgiveness and letting go of the past...no matter how ugly it may seem. Would they take the foolish choice and continue to trudge on, or would they be wise and remain under the shells they once were? ============== Those that have read my vampire novel, Captured, would definitely notice the parallelism in the two books, but it's actually intentional because Captured was the book that gave birth to this one. I decided I should spin Captured into a non vampire, African based novel, and that's why I'm writing this book. But don't worry, the books aren't exactly all the same, so please don't let that stop you from giving this one a chance, and reading it. Xoxo :-) ============ All rights reserved. This book is completely a work of fiction, spewed out of the wild and very unsettled imagination of the writer, no part of it should be reproduced or rewritten in any form without the prior notice and approval of the writer, which is me. Any resemblance to real life events or other books is highly coincidental. Thank you.

A portfolio for my graphics, in which I showcase my cover contest entries, as well as other designs. Welcome to my humble abode, where I detail my graphics processes. If you are a beginner then my in-depth explanations may be useful for you. If not, then enter anyway and leave feedback on my work. I love constructive criticism. Date started: 24/09/2019 1k Reads: 13/11/2019 ~7-month hiatus ~ 2.5k Reads: 3/07/2020 ~5-month hiatus ~ 5k Reads 20/02/2021 6k Reads 11/04/2021 7k Reads 21/06/2021 ~ 8-month hiatus ~ 9k Reads 17/04/2022 R A N K S #3 - Entries (03/10/2019) #8 - Design (17/08/2020) #1 - Graphics (21/11/2019) #3 - Designing (17/08/2020)

l'm a black woman who is proud to have melanin flowing through her veins. The purpose of this book is not to scream that black lives matter, which they do but rather I'm here to educate black women on their true identity and worth. Here is a compilation of energetic, black-spirited poems and writings from black authors to our often forgotten black readers. Sip your chocolate and let these words color your mind. Literally.

"See, the thing about the streets? They don't love nobody. You either make it out or you get buried in it. Ain't no in-between." In the heart of Compton, where gang wars and fast money run the block, a young hustler gets caught between survival and ambition. He never wanted this life-he had dreams, plans, a way out. But when bills pile up and the streets start whispering his name, the choice ain't his no more. At first, it's just about the money. A couple of deals to keep the lights on, to put food on the table. But the streets? They don't let you dabble. One move turns into another. One favor leads to a debt. And before he knows it, he's in too deep. A name. A rep. A body on the pavement. Now, he ain't just another kid trying to make it. Now, he's a player. And in this game, you either rise to the top or get put six feet under. C.R.I.P. (Cash Rules in Power) is the untold story of a young hustler's rise from the trenches to the throne. The money, the power, the love, and the loss-it all comes with a price. The only question is, will he make it out before the streets take everything from him?

"Why on earth are you so white?" The tall boy asked me, standing right in front of me this time. I looked up and glared at him, while he studied me with skeptical eyes. Eyes of a snake watching its predator to assess how dangerous it was. What a pest! I thought I had already sent him away for good before, he just had to come back. "Because that is my colour inaan" I hissed. "Why are you so black?" I mimicked his own question back to him, but he did not seem to catch my insult. "Because that is the colour of everyone here, you..." He pointed a curious finger at me. "...have no colour" (Inaan: stupid) ~~~~~~ So yes, this book may look like a novel on justice and inequality, all that necessary but boring stuff, but it is actually not as simple as that. True, from the cover you can tell I'm trying to promote justice and show the world that we can all live in harmony together, no matter what color we are, if only we just try. But not in a way that you would expect, this is...different, but I bet you would like it. ;) ~~~~~~ This is a story of a white skinned, British, five year old girl, who somehow found herself surrounded by dark skinned Africans. ~~~~~~ Most impressive rankings #6 in wattnigeria out of 71 stories #8 in nigerianteen out of 27 stories #13 in entertaining out of 1.35k stories #27 in equality out of 3.06k stories ~~~~~~~ All rights reserved. No part of this book should be rewritten or recopied in any form without the prior notice and approval of the author, which is me ;) This book is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance to other plots or real life events is entirely coincidental...xoxo:)

This is a collection of all my poetry. I call it sands of time. This reflects my life from scratch though it may start with thorns, we ought to see the roses. Check it out. Happy reading!

A conservative Nigerian writer loses his queer twin brother, and must learn how to love and heal by encountering a queer teenager who is overstimulated, and maybe a little bit twisted in the head.

Mile Morales, a Black American teenager, who lives in a world where there's the oppression of his race. Enhanced with superpowers by a radioactive spider, Miles tends to seek justice for his Uncle who was murdered out of racism, and the other blacks. A spin-off of the movie, SPIDERMAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE; retold to advocate that BLACK LIVES REALLY DO MATTER.

Here Amanda will tell you her stories of her life, on how she copes with being a black girl in an area with predominantly white people. She talks about how she deals with racism and much more. In this book you get an insight of that one black girl. Join Amanda in her emotional roller coaster and her outtake in life. Highest Rank No. 601 in Short Story

the world really sucks

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ʀɪᴏᴛ

This book is a compilation of short stories that depict the lives of black people who have in one way or the other been affected by racism and police brutality and it was inspired by stories of people who have actually experienced the aforementioned. Read to go on a rollercoaster of emotions

An essay on racism and why Black Lives Matter

I felt a hand brush my thigh, pulling me out of my dazed state. I looked at the handsome boy and instantly recognized him; he was that Larken boy. The one Papa said to stay away from. But there was something about him that made me want to stay closer to him. "You're Will's daughter, aren't you?" He asked. I nodded, unable to find my voice. "Ya know, he told me to stay away from you. But." He ran his tongue over his lower lip, moving closer to me. "There's just something about you that makes doing that harder." I swallowed tightly, looking into his blue eyes. They were like a crystal pond, still and perfect. "He told me to do the same." I said, loud enough for him to hear. "Are you going to?" He asked, moving between my legs. "He's my father. I have to." I said, looking away from his mesmerizing eyes. The boy cupped my cheek, making me look into his gaze again. "No, you don't." He murmured. "It's a good thing to rebel once in a while." "What's your name?" I asked. "Emmett Larken." He said, smirking. "And yours, baby doll?" I opened my mouth to reply but Shawn cut in before I had the chance. * * * Eleanor Beal-Stevens always had a passion for the arts: singing, dancing, painting, drawing, and playing instruments. Her family wasn't a conventional one, but she loved them none the less. She was the product of an affair while her parents were still in their performing arts school, and her parents ended up marrying different people, that loved her like their own daughter. Emmett Larken was the bad boy no one liked, except all the girls he was with. A new girl on his arm everyday and his pack of friends around him, he never heard the word 'no' before. Then he met Eleanor, the one girl who he could never have because of her father. Will they be able to overcome their obstacles? All rights reserved Jane Dugan 2014

Hallelujah-Holly- Abbi Snow was the golden child. Her father and mother heirs to one of the biggest bed and breakfast chains that is still family owned and operated, the oldest of four. She's a straight A student, captain of the cheer-leading squad, perfect quarterback boyfriend, most popular girl in school. And she can't take it anymore. Her perfect life is making her robotic exterior crack. For years, to take away the pain of stress, Holly took Opiates, or over the counter drugs. Kieran Dawn is Holly's polar opposite, but she's drawn to him regardless. There's something calming about his personality that makes her relax and wean off her addiction. The two are brought together by one thing; art. Kieran learns everything about her with in a matter of weeks, including her addiction. He is so wrapped around her finger, Keiran is willing to do anything to help her quit drugs forever, except fall in love with her. Holly's bad-boy has a secret that he won't tell her, even after how close they had gotten. All rights reserved 2014 Jane Dugan

Innocent lives being taken from color

Finally, our lips smashed together, fitting perfectly, at one out lips started moving together, we were in sync. As if on instinct I wrapped my hands around his neck and grabbed on his soft black hair, his hands were on my waist gripping on them as his life depended on it...

"I love you, mom. But there are some things I need to lay down..." Something every black girl with natural hair should read.

[Poem] They say black is the absence of colors, but I say black is beautiful even without all the colors. To be born with a race is not what we decide on and it is not something we should worry about. However, in this world we live in, it is worrisome to many - yellow, white, orange and black. Love is all we need for the entire human race. Love is what we should be spreading instead of negativity. Black lives matter, but it is best if all lives matter. -------------------------------------- This is a poem to empower not only the Black Community but also everyone in the world specifically in this virtual world during this pandemic. Let us give love and not hate. Words and terms used are not intended as racism. Date started: September 6, 2020 Date finished: September 6, 2020 Hieghest ranks: #25 on cyberbullying Awards: Best Book Cover in Tila Tula Tala Poetricon - English Category Round 2 Qualifier in Tila Tula Tala Poetricon - English Category