In the summer of 1973, two little girls rest in the grass of a shared acre of land located on the outskirts of Texas. Ava, a blonde-haired blue-eyed girl, is the daughter of the longest-living family on the ranch. The only child of The Holoson family, well-known for all the wrong reasons. The mere sight of people seethed their souls. Unfriendly. Griffith Holoson moved to the area in the mid-’60s with his wife, Judy. They were the only people located on the acre until their daughter, Ava, was born in 1970. A house was built on the land, angering the couple. Angry letters to the Governor went unanswered, and four separate homes were built on the property. Friendly gestures from the neighbors were immediately shot down. “Good morning's" were ignored and stepping within 5 feet of their property warranted constant calls to the police. The last home to be built belonged to the Smith's, the only black family on the farm. The other neighbors couldn’t care less about the Smith's, but the Holoson’s were outraged.
Inspired by the true story of Sandra Duyst, a Michigan woman... The shadows of two middle-aged women comb over the dirt inside a large red barn, located on the outskirts of Michigan. Everything is still in place. Haystacks neatly piled in the back corner. Each of the four horses are fed. The first woman, a middle-aged woman named Brenda, runs her hair through her dirty blonde hair, frizzed due to the stress of the last three months. Her sister, Anna, trails behind her. The girls gaze around at the farm that their eldest sister, Sandy, loved.
“He refuses to eat,” Mama Shark expresses. “He’s so picky. It’s getting out of hand.” Deep in the Great Pacific, a Papa Shark returns to his coral reef home after a long day of working in the sea weeds. Papa Shark’s 8-year-old son, Baby shark, sits at their dining table, tossed from a boater ages prior. The Coral that should’ve been consumed is played with by the teeth of Baby Shark.
How the Tooth Fairy Failed me.
In 2000, my tooth had been so loose but refused to come out. It was driving my entire family nuts watching me play with it with my tongue. My grandma offered me candy if I allowed them to take it out, I refused. My mother offered to take me to the gas station for treats, I refused. My aunt would allow me to stay with my baby cousin, Jayla, for the whole weekend. Nope. I enjoyed playing with it too much. Finally, it was pushed so far out that my mother overruled my decision. She tied a string from an old shirt to my tooth, tied it to a door, and snatched it out. (Don't worry, I didn't feel a thing. Please don't accuse my mother of abuse!) I was happy! The tooth fairy would be paying me a visit. I kept my tooth in my pocket, placed it underneath my pillow once I got home, and slept through the night.
Year 17,021: UFO hovering over a world as we knew it, two aliens land in what appears to be an unknown city. An unknown state. An unknown country. Everything that surrounds them is bronze. Dilapidation is an understatement. Earth is now history. Sand and dirt surround buildings. Grass sprouts from every cement road that neighborhood homes and cities. Suburban neighborhoods that housed the wealthy lowered into the slums that were shunned upon by the more fortunate. Not a shred of human life form left. Other life forms, classified as “Aliens”, still remain. Like humans, aliens are spread across the never-ending galaxy came from different families. The most prominent family of the galaxy are the Lli’s, who's known for completing the one task that none of the other life forms could. Destroying the earth. The remaining relatives of the well-known family, Lli-Eson and his 8-year-old son, Lli-Len, arrive in what was known as New York. A city that never slept, is now at rest. Times-Square lights are no more. Every building, abandoned. Every light, shut off. Lli-Eson opens the door on his ship with his long green tentacle, walking side by side with his child. Lli-Len has no idea where he’s at. His father has taken him to every planet there is, but not Earth.
In 1984, a 9-year-old boy named Andre Charmichael spends a day at a park with his Aunt, Justice Feldman. Being out of his 700-square-foot home was rare, as his mother would not allow him or his older sister, Sabrina Charmichael, out of their home when they left school.
Life is an Open Book!
My passion has been and will always be storytelling. I could create a story out of anything. I began to like storytelling at the age of Six. Recollecting my earliest memory, I created two characters in my head. My first story characters ever, two boys named “Ball” and “Doll”.
I am Black. The darkest color on the wheel; The complete absorption of light.