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Today I'll be posting a review each from one of my books!  The link is directly below the home page as 'In The Last Days' book link. Don't forget to support your girl by voting and commenting!!🤗❤️ This is a review from one of my readers from 'In The Last Days' which is my first book!!! Yay! To be honest writing this book has been a real blessing to me and I hope it is to you. This is an excerpt from the book. Enjoy and tell me what you think!!❤️❤️

I see colour and beauty. The colour of your skin is amber, so delicate, so soft, and yet you're so strong. A variety of shades you have. You're an enigma to me brown woman. I hear your music— it's the sound of your soul. Black woman, you're gold. You're hair, a curly perfection, unique only to you. I hear the music in your struggles.  Your pain in your crescendo. Your song calls to me oh chestnut beauty. You really are unique, you're an ode to me. I haven't found anyone quite like you. 'Cause frankly, there isn't anyone else like you. You are the sound I someday want the rest of the world to hear. A music that entices even the faintest ear. Never stop singing,  'cause in your music, I have found your uniqueness. And in your notes, your strength. Black woman. You. Are. Beautiful ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I hope you enjoyed this one🤗❤ Shout out to every black woman out there! So, what do you think?☺

IT CAME. "The stars look cool." He yelled as he excitedly pulled her to the back porch, surprisingly strong for someone so small. She gasped when she saw the sky, fear taking hold. "Those aren't stars Sam." "Then what are they?" He turned to face her. She sure looked beautiful. "They're meteors!" She yelled. What? "Run!" ***** That was a month ago. The world was not the same after that night. The Earth never recovered and for whatever reason, the stars never did too—almost as if they knew that nothing would ever be worth shining on again, that nothing would ever be beautiful again. But she'd been... He felt the familiar prickle of tears. He promised himself that he would never cry, never again. He sat up on his makeshift bed, his riffle laid undisturbed underneath his pillow, and with it, her picture. Not many people had escaped, heck, he barely had. She hadn't- Like the star, suddenly she was gone. Her regalia never to ...

I looked up and I saw the skies... It was beautiful, colours mixing together in perfect harmony. The colours compelled and urged me to guess their names; Sky white, thunder blue and perilious grey. I've always loved tranquility. I sighed looking down at my hands. The days sometimes felt endlesss, just like the skies;  Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months, months to years... Everything felt the same. I closed my eyes. When will things be different? Is this really all there is to life, endless days? I'm waiting for that change, and I'll know it's here because,  The sky shall carry the news and it'll be Joyful Blue. ° ° ° ° ° ° As humans, we often wonder about what tomorrow will hold and forget to live in the present. Our tomorrow is made from actions or inactions of today. Live today, tomorrow is enough for tomorrow.❤ Don't forget to comment and subscribe!🤗❤

Everyone is sinking and yet they think they're breathing. God help us, that is what I ask. The world is dark. Who will be our light in the darkness? We're all drowning, we need air. Was the world this evil at the time of Noah? If yes, is it time for another cleansing? But of a different kind? We need air, we need life, we need to breathe. God, you are this world's only hope. Help us! ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° Hey guys, it's me again. I hope you enjoyed this one! In this trying time, we need God now more than ever, because only He can save us.🌼  Feel free to comment and please subscribe!❤🤗 Muah!😘

A Short Flash Fiction, where a man sold his soul to the devil in return for his mother's life. ENJOY! * * * I could barely breathe with the dirty horse sack over my head. I was panting as I tried figuring out where they were taking me. I wasn't wearing any shoes, so I felt every sharp pinch of the rocks against my feet. "Where are you taking me?" I managed to grit out but my words came out incoherent against the dirty rag rubbing me in the face. Finally, we stopped and I was brought to my knees by a rough kick to my legs. "Welcome, Bill." A voice said to my left. The sack was taken off me and I saw my fellow co-worker at the local Wall-mart. "Mike?" I looked around me and saw the two men that had led me here. They weren't any people I knew. I looked around; it seemed like a basement of some kind. They kept some wine bottles in cribs on the wall. We were in a wine cellar. "What was so special about this place that you had to gag me and cove...

Creativity. Making a creation that has not been created by another creator. Using a spoon to make a model of a bike, that is creativity. Using a cardboard and bottle covers to make the model of a car, that is creativity. The ability to make beauty in diverse forms with diverse methods is creativity. Creative designs marvel the viewers of your work because it is something different, something they've never before seen, something that boggles their mind in an unusual way. It is awe-inspiring because it has been masterfully crafted. And I believe in our own special way, we're all creative🤗❤ Whether you're an artist, or an hair beautician, whether you're a singer or you're a writer, creativity is us.❤🌼 ° ° ° ° ° ° Feel free to comment your thoughts below!🤗❤