Latoya Giles
Bio
I'm just a single mom tryna make it. Come with me on my journey through life in writing... "A dream deferred is not a dream denied"
Stories (79/0)
Dragon vs Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley, but when they did arrive, life as we all knew it would never be the same. My homeland of Africa was a great and beautiful land. It was a land ruled over by a beautiful ebony king and queen. Gold under the soil and in the hills. Mother Africa was a rich land with rich people. There were sprawling fields and tranquil streams. One day a person not of African descent showed up. It was a man. We discovered that this light colored man had brought others. The others were light colored men as well. No women were to be seen. At first glance, these visitors seemed harmless. We were terribly wrong and would pay dearly for this huge mistake...
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Fiction
Guns and Dragons
Agent Ergo Opt. Transmission AZ*PT: Humans and dragons Begin transmission: "There weren't always dragons in the valley. There was once a time of great peace and love among the human race. Once the dragons came, life changed and as a direct result, the humans were doomed. These dragons are powerful and abundant. They can move freely and quickly from one area to the next. These dragons seem to have one goal: to maim or kill. Not all of the dragons are bad though. Through research, I found that there are rescue dragon lords. These dragon lords wish to, and often actually do fight fire to fire and nose to nose until one side is eliminated.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Fiction
The Quest for WynGard
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." These were the last words of the Imperial Grand Wizard. With his dying breath, he sent me on a quest for discovery. A quest to find the hidden truth, locate treasure stolen by the dragon lords and to finally reveal the only true ruler of Wingard...
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary
Dear Mama, You know that you are one of my favorite girls in the world. I have something to tell you. Please don't be hurt. Read the whole letter before you respond, ok? So, here goes...as a child, I resented you and dad. I was always held to a different and seemingly higher standard than my younger brother. I wondered why. I thought that maybe it was because you guys loved him more. I felt like we were being raised by two different sets of parents. Like one example: my grades in school mattered a lot. It was unacceptable for me to bring home anything less than an A. Well, I was able to get away with the occasional B+. My brother got $20 for every A or B he earned. Daddy said it was to motivate him to do well in school and to start taking school more seriously. I accepted that justification. I accepted it as in I didn't ask about it anymore. I went on to graduate at the top of my class. My brother ended up dropping out. I wanted to go to college but no one wanted to co-sign for any loans for me. I somehow ended up finding out that daddy could borrow money from his retirement to use for a child's college tuition. When I asked for it, he said he was saving that option for my brother. Saving it for my brother?!? SERIOUSLY?? My brother couldn't even be bothered to finish school and graduate so WHY ON EARTH would he be going to college? Mommy, I was so hurt. I felt so confused, like I was on a different bizzaro planet. I was the one that had to get up every day at 5 am to catch the public bus across town to high school. My brother was driven to and from school. I had to wash, dry and iron my own clothes. Daddy washed, dried, ironed AND laid out my brothers clothes for school daily. He was in high school. The justification for all that was similar to the justification for paying him for good grades. You guys did those things to make sure he actually made it to school. When it came out that my brother would sleep in the ally by our house instead of going to school, I accepted the justification. I still did not understand it though. Then I grew up. As an adult, I went first from resentment to gratitude. I am grateful I am independent. Doing things on my own as a teen equipped me with the skills to take care of myself as an adult. Unfortunately though, the things being done on my brothers behalf to keep him in school actually ended up making him completely dependent. He will live with you and daddy until you both pass away, then he will become my responsibility. I sometimes freak out thinking about it to be honest. Anyway,after I grew up, I had children of my own. After having children of my own, gratitude gave way to understanding. I am still grateful, but I understand now. There is no manual for parenting. You just try the best that you can with what you have. You do whatever you can to help your children succeed. You make sacrifices for your children. Thank you mommy. Thank you for pushing me forward. I am absolutely the woman I am today because of you. I mean, daddy helped out too lol. I appreciate you mom. I thank you mom. Most of all, I love you mom. You are one of a kind and super awesome!
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Confessions
That's Just My Baby Daddy: THE BOOK
Classes at Tesst were all done. It was the summer of 2005. As part of the program, I was required to work at a medical clinic unpaid for 30 days. Tesst called it an "externship". My clinic schedule was 8 am to 4 pm. I still wanted money so I worked at Popeye's on Weekends. I was exhausted. I was working six days a week. I was doing 8 hours a day for free Monday through Friday, then my best friend and I worked 15 to 18 hours on Saturday and was off on Sundays. I would come home and go to sleep. I couldn't even make it upstairs. I would come in and crash on the couch. I was always so tired. It was normal for me to work several hours without eating or drinking anything. This one particular Saturday, it was hot outside and hot inside too because of the hot grease and the hot lights on the chicken and biscuit oven. I was used to that because it wasn't my first summer working there. So, I'm in there working as usual when all of a sudden I start to feel weird. I sat down on the floor with my back against a cabinet and pulled my legs to my chest. I rested my head on my knees. Next thing I know, I'm at a table in the lobby surrounded by the whole staff. Everbody was looking at me. There was a large cup of water a piece of chicken in front me. Apparently, I had lost consciousness while I was sitting there. I drank some water and ate some of the chicken. I got back to work. I was on my period and I'm already anemic so I figured that was why I passed out. I had gone to the bathroom and noticed my period had stopped. My cycle has always been like clockwork. It lasted 7 days and always started the first week of every month. My period had never lasted only 3 days. Something, women's intuition perhaps, told me to take a pregnancy test. As soon as I got off work I went to Giant and got a test. I couldn't wait until I got home. I went straight to the restroom and peed on that stick. Tests today are almost instantaneous. Back then, they took up to 5 minutes. I slipped it back into it's wrapper and hid it in the baby changing station table. I walked around a bit to kill time. Five minutes is actually a long time. It felt like forever. I had set a timer in my phone. It dinged.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Fiction
Thats Just My Baby Daddy...THE BOOK
While Wade was love bombing me to make me fall in love (which worked), he was also isolating me from my neighborhood friends and acquaintances. Like most girls, I thought it was cute for him to want me all to himself. It made me feel special.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Confessions
That's Just My Baby Daddy...THE BOOK
This is a series. It was a book at first. Here is some background information: Wade is my oldest daughter's dad. We grew up on the same block. We met when I was 6 and he was 7. He had stolen my brothers bike. I went to confront him and that is how we met. We became friends later in life, our teenage years. He helped me study for my permit test...
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Confessions
That's Just my Baby Daddy
"It takes two to Tango", as the saying goes. Everyone knows it. Sperm meets egg, they intertwine and a baby is formed. Inside my belly, growing bigger by the day. Then my baby is born. I went through this process twice. I have no regrets. I did however, ask "dad" if he wanted to proceed because I DID NOT want to be a single mom in need. How ironic it is that it happened anyway regardless of my foresight and plan. "Dad" is not around in any capacity to lend a hand. Just sees his kid on holidays if that and random cashapps. Being a single parent is hard. He gets to relax and be free while all the responsibility falls on me. It's all good though because both my babies know, mommy got they back "until my eyes close."
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Families
Dear Journal
The last few days have been so eventful. My past love is back! I think I told you that last time. Guess that shows how excited I am. You know what though? I am gonna say that I am cautiously excited. Remember, I had already resigned myself to the idea that I will be single until I die. When the girls grow up and move out, I will have a dog. Cats have been growing on me lately though. My neighbor has one. He is fat and cute. He is murder on my allergies though, the kids too. Sometimes our allergies act up even when we take Benedryl. I don't know...
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Confessions