Ever thought what would happen if you put the two most iconic creatures in fiction, the werewolf and the vampire and have them be in a LGBT soap opera in the style of an anime. Well then stick around and keep reading.

This excerpt from The Truth Beneath the Surface is beautifully written and captures the intense emotion of betrayal and heartbreak. created a poignant moment where Eliza’s world shatters, and the truth forces her to confront the painful reality of her relationship with Adam.

Here’s a short excerpt you can use to hook readers into wanting to read the full story: ⸻ Nia always felt something was off, but she never knew why. Her skin was darker than her siblings’, her hair curlier, her eyes shaped differently. But it wasn’t until a simple science project in school that everything she thought she knew about her family came crashing down. Her blood type didn’t match her parents’. Was she really Marcus’s daughter, the man who raised her with so much love? The truth she uncovers shakes her to the core. But even as the pieces of her identity fall apart, Nia discovers that family isn’t about blood—it’s about the ones who choose to stay.

I Am the Tower ( MARs) A Personal Reflection on Reclaiming Myself There was a time I thought I needed saving, that someone, anyone, would come and lift me from the weight of my own life. I waited. I hoped. But in the silence and absence of rescue, I found something else: myself. I used to call a place "home," but it doesn’t feel like mine anymore. Maybe it never was. Or maybe I outgrew it, the way storms outgrow the sea. It was during a time of great stillness, maybe even darkness, that I realized what I once clung to for safety was holding me back.

Will be doing a lot of fantasy works from here on out and probably some romance, open to any feedback

Another poem that I am using in several upcoming projects. This one is extremely personal to me and speaks to the longing I have for a certain special someone.

Beyond the pale black, echoes of silence. My heart beats slow, a funeral pace. Emotions died in empty space

The change you seek in life must begin with you. And as life progress, we must learn to adapt and grow for the change we seek so bad in life.

There’s a death worse than the one that stops your heart—it’s the kind that kills your trust, your peace, your hope. I was raised in the Nation, where colors and codes were supposed to mean unity, brotherhood, survival. But somewhere between loyalty and bloodshed, the lines blurred. My closest friend became a stranger, my own family turned into an enemy, and the same principles we swore by became twisted by greed and betrayal. I walked away from the life to build a better one—for my wife, for my kids. But the past never lets you go quietly. It haunts. It hunts. And one day, it found me… in the most sacred place I let my guard down. What followed was not just an execution—it was a betrayal so deep, it tore through every bond I thought unbreakable. Family. Brotherhood. Nation. All shattered in the name of revenge and broken pride. This isn’t just a story of gang violence. It’s a story of love, loss, survival, and the haunting silence of a man dying with his eyes open…

A mysterious boy in a red jacket shows up at school. When did he get there? Has he been there the whole time? What does it mean? Why does he only talk to me?

“Now in my death, no matter how much I pleaded and begged, I was considered a threat. So I am asking this for my kids… Why do you still look at the color of my skin as a weapon?” JLHenry returns with Part II, the ghost of a man forced to narrate his own injustice. His voice—posthumous but thunderous—calls out the systems, the silence, and the stories twisted after the trigger is pulled. “Where’s the empathy? Where’s your humanity?” This isn’t just poetry—it’s protest. It’s grief. It’s truth that won’t die quietly.

"These sacrifices that I'm making now Are so they can grow old. This is for my daughters—my babies— The two halves of my whole soul.” A father's love written in sacrifice, sealed with resilience. In Distant Father, JLHenry lays bare the pain of separation and the quiet strength behind every decision made in the shadows. This is not just a poem—it’s a promise. A confession. A legacy in words. For every man grinding in silence, for every daughter wondering if Daddy still cares—this one speaks volumes.

Excerpt from PART I by JLHenry “Do you see me? No, do you really see me? My very essence? My being? I am more than a Black man—I am a father, a son, a brother. Why even bother when all you see is a monster?” A routine stop. A conversation turned confrontation. Obedience met with violence. “I’m just trying to make it back to my family… in one piece.” As ribs shatter under bullets and breath slips away, the silence screams louder than sirens. JLHenry’s PART I is not just a poem—it’s a cry, a chronicle, a confrontation with systemic injustice. Feel the fear. Taste the tragedy. Witness the truth

Excerpt from "The Eyes of a Broken Man" by JLHenry “He walks a lonely path, as he battles himself. Pushed away everyone else. He doesn't want his pain to be felt by the people he loves the most. So he remains calm and controlled. Constantly retrospective of his soul. Dedicated to making those around him feel whole— Even though his heart has a hole.” These are the eyes of a broken man—not seeking pity, but understanding. Through poetry and prose, I expose what most conceal. Step into the storm, feel the silence, and maybe—find your own reflection in the depth.

Hey lo friends, gentle cats, and hoo-mans. Welcome back to thoughts of a fluff with Queen Fluff Angel. Today we are going to take a look at hoo-mans strange sleeping habits and believe me they are strange.Hey lo friends, gentle cats, and hoo-mans. Welcome back to thoughts of a fluff with Queen Fluff Angel. Today we are going to take a look at hoo-mans strange sleeping habits and believe me they are strange.

I hide. I hide away my body. I hide when I have to shower and take off my clothes only just to look on the mirror and realize..maybe I have gained weight. The silence stands still. As I stare at myself, the guilt covers me. I could only wish my reflection could look back and tell me i’m pretty.

In today’s fast moving world, success and creativity are no longer separate pursuits—they are two sides of the same coin. To be truly successful in any field, whether it’s business, the arts, social media, or education, you need creativity. And for creativity to flourish, it needs the structure, discipline, and vision that come with the pursuit of success. But how do you balance the two? Don’t worry, I can teach you!

There’s never been a better time to turn your unused or unwanted precious metals into money. With silver and gold prices holding strong, demand on the rise, and the ability to declutter your home while padding your wallet, now is the time to act.

People often mistake the phrase “I can’t live without you” as a sort of suicide statement. That if I cannot live with you, I’d rather not live at all. It comes off sounding like a threat, a promise of a darker alternative if the person you love walks away.

When I first laid eyes on her, she was little more than a whisper of a cat—fragile, skittish, and heartbreakingly thin. Her fur clung patchily to her body, and her eyes, though tired, held a flicker of fight. That was the moment I knew I had to bring her home. She was a rescue—neglected, underfed, and forgotten. I named her, gave her a soft bed, and promised her she would never be hungry or unloved again. The first few days were tough. She didn’t trust me at first, and who could blame her? She flinched at sudden movements, hid under furniture, and barely touched her food. But I was patient. I let her set the pace. Gradually, her world began to change. With every gentle word and slow blink, she learned I meant no harm. I remember the first time she purred—a shaky, uncertain sound that felt like music to my ears. Each small milestone was a victory: finishing a full meal, sleeping in the open, letting me stroke her back without recoiling. Her body slowly began to fill out.