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    Summer trouble, June 18, 1990

    I am four years old chunky, with a short natural curly hair cut, my ears are curve from the center of my earlobes. I wear a red long sleeve shirt, blue jeans always smiling.  My mama is wearing a long navy blue dress with tan high heel sandals, with braided tan straps gift wrap high […] More

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    As time goes by

    November 10, 1992 Today is another boring day of the same regimen but the only difference is that we are going to have a surprise for Chow since today is his seventh birthday. After dinner McCall serves us a white creamy frosting three layers’ cake with slices of bananas on top of the cake. He […] More

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    The beginning, September 16, 1985

    A seven pounds light brown skin color heavy black rough and curly natural sheer hair baby boy is born in my homeland of Puerto Rico. My mama is a Puerto Rican light skin color, average height, black reddish short hair that is above her shoulders, golden brown eyes, her full long eyelashes, loving kind, and […] More

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    Kyle’s Fiction Friday

    Editorial note: Due to staff shortage we haven’t been able to proof read articles. As of next week all articles will be proofread again. Of course little errors can slip through the cracks. Thank you for understanding and enjoy the article 🙂 January 26, 1994 The next day I wake up to see that the […] More

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    The Horde

    March 7, 1993 This is the first day that I start writing in the seven hundred pages’ empty novel because I feel that the scratch on my finger is taking my emotions to that place I do not want to go back to again. On day that it is raining, I feel hungry for flesh […] More

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    September 17, 1992, Part One

    I wake up in a quickie to see mama standing in front of a small crowd of soldiers wearing dark blue swat team uniforms and blue glass shielded helmets shooting at mama with their double clips handles rapid-fire bursts guns. “No!” As I behold my mama hitting the floor, I run to hold her in […] More

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    September 16, 1992, Come downstairs

    I am supposed to be in merriment, trying to celebrate my seventh birthday, but it is raining hard all day.  I am gaping out the window on the dark black leather couch in the living room wearing my navy blue cotton hooded jacket with a white long sleeve shirt, normal looking blue jeans, and black […] More

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    The white taxi, June 22, 1990

    Quick little note: Yes we know this was supposed to be published on Friday, that didn’t happen. We run this site as a hobby, so sometimes things don’t get prioritized. Thank you for waiting and here is your Fiction Friday story! After four days of riding at sea, maintaining our health and hunger, we finally […] More