Daddy Milagro
Bio
DILF
Stories (3/0)
Heartbreakerz
Mika entered the blackened wasteland of New Los Angeles cautiously. Bleached bones of broken skulls and twisted skeletal remains of cyborg casualties looked up at her hoverboard with grisly premonition. The endless drone of online units searching for human survivors provided dull ambience to the sharp metallic twang of bullets ricocheting off aluminum and steel bodies. Mika effortlessly glided over wounded refugees and carcasses, weaving in between the husks of burnt out mechs. A small band of armed men and women huddled behind a smoldering tank scrambling to reload ammunition as a fully automated soldier equipped with laser guided missiles launched a full out assault. Scavengers were everywhere, scattering like roaches as search lights combed the city.
By Daddy Milagro3 years ago in Fiction
Manifestation
My name is Spanish for miracle. Milagro was given to me by my mother because I was a survivor of a rare premature superfetation birth. The doctors said I wouldn’t survive and my mom had to have her tubes tied after I was delivered via a complicated cesarean section. My brother was an unnamed still born fetus. He was unceremoniously cast into an incinerator. From an incubator in Madison, WI, I was thrust into a world of chronic homelessness and extreme poverty. The reason why people follow me is because I have a passion for resilience, overcoming the odds, and using my unique life experiences to educate others about overlooked issues within American society.
By Daddy Milagro3 years ago in Motivation
Black in America
Its impossible to fit in when you’re Black in America. You’re like a puzzle piece being jammed until it bends and almost breaks. You smile and say hello but instead of greetings you get threats, blank stares, or fearful faces. You are more alone in a crowd than in a cell of isolation called solitary confinement.
By Daddy Milagro3 years ago in Humans