"I Continue Write Because I Write For Myself, Not For Anyone Else."

"I continue write because I write for myself, not for anyone else."

— One of my Life quotes as an author

"THE WORLD EXPECTED HER TO BE THE DAMSEL, so she went up and showed them how to be a Queen."

— A woman's motto

“I want to thank every single one of you for coming out. This is very important, this is very vital. Black lives have always mattered. We have always been important. We have always meant something. We have always succeeded, regardless. And now is the time. I ain’t waiting! I AIN’T WAITING! I’ve been born in this country. I am 28 years old. Born and raised in London. Every black person understands and realizes the first time you are reminded that you are black. You remember. Every black person in here remembers when another person reminded you that you were black. I need you guys to understand- I need you to understand how painful this shit is. I need you to understand how painful it is to be reminded every day that your race means nothing and that isn’t the case anymore, that is never the case anymore. We’re going to try today. We are a physical representation of our support for George Floyd. We are a physical representation on our support for Sandra Bland. We are a physical representation on our support for Trayvon Martin. We are a physical representation of our support for Stephen Lawrence. For Mark Duggan. It is very very important that we keep control of this movement, and we make it as peaceful as possible. We make this as peaceful and as organized as possible. Because you know what, guys? They want us to mess up. They want us to be disorganized. But not today! NOT TODAY! Not today! This message is specifically for black men: black men, black men we need to take care of our black women. We need to take care of- They are our hearts! THEY ARE OUR HEARTS! They are our future. We cannot demonize our own. We are the pillars of the family. Imagine this, a nation that is set up with individual families that are thriving, that are healthy, that communicate, that raise their children in love have a better rate of becoming better human beings. And that’s what we need to create. Black men, it starts with you. It’s done man, we can’t be trash no more. We have to be better. You don’t understand? I’m speaking to you from my heart. Look, I don’t know if I’m going to have a career after this, but f**k that! Today is about innocent people who were halfway through their process. We don’t know what George Floyd could have achieved, we don’t know what Sandra Bland could have achieved, but today we’re going to make sure that that won’t be an alien thought to our young ones. You lot came today, you left your kids, and when you see your kids they’re aimlessly playing, they don’t understand what’s going on. Today is the day that we remind them that we are dedicated and this is a lifelong dedication. Guys, we don’t leave them stop you now. This is longevity. Some of you are artists, some of you are bankers, some of you are lawyers, some of you own shop stores. You are important, your individual power, your individual right is very, very important. We can all join together to make this a better world.

Thank you for coming out today. Thank you for your support. To us. Black people I love you. I appreciate you. Today is an important day, we are fighting for our rights. We are fighting for our ability to live in freedom. We are fighting for our ability to achieve. We are fighting for equality. And you are the physical representation of that. NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE! Today is the day that we stand. We walk. It’s not about career, it’s not about money, it’s about your right to live as a human being.”

— John Boyega’s full speech during the Black Lives Matter protest at Hyde Park in London, England (June 3, 2020)

The Pain That Was Hidden

To be my friend, you must first know how I came to be

And in doing so, you’ll find that there is more to see 

To this persona I built, hidden is a call for plea

After all, I, too, am a human wanting to be free

So ask yourselves, how much do you really know me? 

You see how I laugh with tears in my eyes

Yet not how I cry as I fall from the sky

Don’t you notice how my mouth feeds you lies?

Or do you only see how high I can fly? 

Don’t you realize how hard it is to rise?

I wonder if you notice the sadness in my smile

How about my tears? My struggle? Is it worth your while?

You must understand that I, too, am under trial 

Or you do realize that but are in denial

After all, how can I, of all people, be so fragile?  

One day you’ll realize that I am only mortal

Under pain just like you, don’t be fooled by my chortle

But today is not that day as you go about your way

But do not worry for I promise I shall be okay

After all, one day this will become my yesterday

I will fight until I can no longer, to you I vow

For I am a Queen and my pain is my crown

I shall keep on fighting this war much like how I fight now

After all, I can fight even with a gown

So chin up young one, make them all bow

"Every once in a while, I feel sad that no one cares about what I write then I channel that sadness into motivation and continue writing."

— Life as an author

Enigma - The Prologue

Enigma Series Masterlist

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T h e P r o l o g u e

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an eerie feeling. that's what it felt like as a girl who looked to be only 14 or 15 neared a very worn down house. the house was like any other house in a horror movie. it had vines everywhere and all of the windows were broken, majority of which were only nailed with two wooden planks in a cross position. the lawn was filled with grass that nearly reached the girl's knees. it looked like it was going to break apart any second now. the fact that it was already sunset added to it's mysterious and scary outlook. still the girl carried on. she wore a baggy sweater, leggings, and running shoes. if you looked closely enough, there was a belt with pouches around the girl's waist. as she neared the house, the girl suddenly stopped. she turned around to reveal familiar brown eyes that were alert and... scared? the girl looked around as if she was looking for something as the eerie feeling grew. after a while, she sighed. whatever she was looking for wasn't there to endanger her. not yet. the girl then tied her hair into a bun and looked off into the distance as the sun finally set and night came. she gulped.

she then slowly turned around and looked at the house that seemed to grow larger under the moonlight. her eyes were transfixed as the eerie feeling grew to the point it was nearly unbearable. the house seemed to taunt the girl as it stood there under the moonlight, even scarier and mysterious as it was before. despite the scary house that seemed to glare and challenge her, the girl took a deep breath before sighing. with determination in the girl's brown eyes, she carried on but before she could even reach out to open the slightly ajar door, it opened on its own. the house seemed to welcome the girl as she continued to walk to inside the house, seemingly not fazed by the door's movements. the eerie feeling then began to grow as the girl snapped her head to the sides. her eyes widened and a scream tore through her lips as she ran forward and up the stairs. not soon after something followed after her. something inhumane. something that shouldn't exist. something like a monster. something like the... undead.

the girl ran through the corridors of the house as the monster's heavy footsteps can be heard somewhere behind her. her eyes were filled with tears and she continued to run around the house as if she knew where to go. the monster let out a scream as it jumped making the girl push herself even more before she finally reached a room and closed the door just as the monster fell and nearly grabbed her. she leaned back on the door and evened her breath as the monster, as the undead began to thrash and try to open the door to no avail. after a while, the undead's footsteps slowly began to go away from her hearing range giving her the idea that it left. confused yet still alert, she continued to lean back on the door ready for the undead to try and barge through the door...yet it never came. still confused, the girl slowly stopped leaning on the door and began walking backwards, her hands going to one of her belts pockets as she continued to eye the door warily. waiting for the monster...yet still it didn't come. she continued to walk backwards until the back of her leg hit something making her turn around and gasp at the sight before her. there was a boy, around her age, crouched down a the back of the room, his head down as it groaned in pain. looking behind her to check for the monster and finding it nowhere to be seen, the girl slowly crouched down to get a better look at the boy before her eyes widened.

“jason?” the name left her lips in a whisper as she reached out to touch him only to flinch when his head snapped up and his hands grabbed hers. a tense silence passed as the two began to assess one another, the girl in wariness and the boy in distrust but then the boy slowly let go of her hand as recognition flashed through his eyes. “mckenzie.” at the sound of her name, tears gathered up in her eye as she nodded, crouching down to put her hands on the boy's cheeks, her head nodding. “it's me. i'm here baby. we'll get out of here,” she spoke in a quiet whisper but jason didn't have any chance to respond as the door suddenly broke with impact as the undead monster that chased mckenzie before came walking slowly and with a limp through the door. the two teens stood up abruptly at the sight of the monster as the girl of the two reached for her pouch only to be stopped by jason who grabbed her wrist and was pulled down to a hallway, the monster quickly following the two.

with their hands together, the pair continued to run to different rooms hoping to escape the monster only to stop when they saw a monster that looked exactly like the one that was chasing them. the new monster looked at the two and it was silence before the monster that was chasing them finally neared their sight making the two go back to running, now with two monsters on their trail. but it seemed as though monsters that looked exactly like one another began to appear out of nowhere to chase the two as said two continued to try and get out of the house. no matter where they go, they meet a new monster to chase them and it seemed as though they wouldn't be able to leave the house any time soon. in a matter of seconds, the two were then cornered into a room with dozens of undead monsters slowly walking to them. mckenzie began to look over the room only for her eyes to settle at one of the windows near them. she nudged jason and nodded at the window discreetly before the two looked at each other. a second passed and the two suddenly broke for the window and the dozens of undead monster began to chase after them. they neared the window and all seemed to look up but then jason fell. stopping, mckenzie turned around and her eyes widened as she saw one of the undead monsters hold jason's feet which led him unable to run. “go! leave me!” jason yelled just as the dozens of undead monsters jumped at him.

“jason!”

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a sharp gasp tore through the air as a figure sat up from a bed, their chest heaving and audible. their eyes frantically scanned the room before they laid eyes on the digital clock beside the bed. 3 am glared back at them as their breathing slowly evened. it wasn't that dark, you can still see the silhouettes of the room but it was still dark. the figure reached out for the lamp near the clock and opened it only to reveal a familiar face. the figure had been a girl. a very familiar girl.

her hand reached out to rub herself in hopes to banish the sleep from her eyes but it wasn't that effective. she then leaned back at the headboard of her bed as the light from the lamp was bright enough for her scared, alert and...confused eyes stared at nothing.

the door then opened which made her flinch and turn abruptly only to sigh in relief when it was only a woman who looked a lot like her, her mother probably. “are you alright, kenzie?” the woman asked. “yeah,” 'kenzie' replied with a weak smile. “i'm fine mum.” the woman, now identified as the girl's mother looked over her in worry before shaking her head and sighing. “just call me if you need anything alright, mckenzie?” the girl, mckenzie apparently nodded and her mother left. the weak smile she had managed to make left her lips the moment her mother left the room. she then leaned back on the headboard yet again as she stared at the ceiling, a sigh escaping her lips.

“just who are you, jason?”