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winners

 

 

 

 

The five winners for SWORD OF LOVE: A PARISIAN LOVE ARE:

1. Marcus Moore

2. Athea Cranford

3. Fatimah James Hope

4. Christi Lipsey

5. Joretta Morris

 

CONGRATS TO YOU FIVE WINNERS ON THE WINNINGS!!!

 

**I said that there would be an extension for, LE PROMESSE!! So the two winners for that are: ***

1. Darline Hernandez

2. Deborah jordan

 

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This is me!!

I’m not doing this for you:

My name is Kenyona Rashana Candice Parlor. I’m a christian that believes in God, and the main root of it all is Love. I’m the girl that loves herself enough to never lower her standards for someone else. I believe in myself and push myself to make the impossible happen. I love myself because, I value who I am as a person. I have respect for myself and I carry myself with grace and as a young role model to other females. I’m my own person, and I have a personality customized to my fitting. I laugh, smile, cry, hurt and I can feel. My heart is huge and I use it to the extent of it’s full potential.
I don’t carry baggage into other relationships, but I have been through a lot to never forget the things that built my muscle. I’m a positive person and I find myself supporting others w/o the favor of asking for anything from anyone. I loved hard, and I love unconditionally. There’s been many mistakes that I’ve made in the past and some that’ll be made in the future. That’s part of being human.
I know that there’s someone that I want more than ever. I’m not afraid to make mistakes in front of him, but I am scared that he won’t accept what it is that I have to offer. Love does start at home, and for the fact that not only did I receive it from both parents and my siblings, I loved and will always love me, too. Sometimes I find myself getting 5 steps ahead of my brain, but that’s normal for someone with big dreams. There are times when I need to be brought back down to earth, because some things that I may see looks fogging. Everyday I’m working at a full time job of trying to better myself. I don’t mind trying to make things right with myself on behalf of someone that I love, but most of the things I do is for me.
I admit, I’m stubborn and I don’t want to ask for help when it’s needed. I only do it because I was raised by a single mother that gave me every hope in the world. She provided every christmas, she attended every school play, she put me through school, and she gave me something that I couldn’t have experienced any better with anyone else. I thank God for her LOVE because it was well needed, but at the same time I grew up.
Everyone is taught differently how to be independent. I was specifically taught that depending on others wouldn’t get me anywhere. Calling someone for help would be a waste of time, because I had to get what I wanted through any kind of way I could. I was late for an exam? Mama stopped taking me and made me walk, I got stranded in the middle of nowhere on the bus one day, and I was told to call mama because she’d come get me. She offered her help before hand, but when I was stranded she told me to find a way home in the rain. This is why I hesitate to ask for help, because of situations such as that.
I was always compared to other people’s children. How come Jasmine was better than Kenyona or Zavion was more intelligent than me? I learned to let go and love myself, alone after while. I never mastered love because I never found my significant other. I love me till death and I’ve learned self value. Could I stop worrying for a while? Yes! Is it okay to ask for help? Yes! Have I mastered self love? Yes! Have I mastered loving someone else? No, because I haven’t found him.
I love everybody and this is a fact! Actions do speak louder than words, but sometimes words can become the loudest actions. I’ve been thrown away, cheated on, talked about, misunderstood, brought down — but I never stopped loving each and every person that hurt me. My heart is too big to be told differently, and many people that has watched me on my knees crying and praying can say that this is true. God has made me and molded me into someone beautiful. I never had that “I don’t care” attitude, because no matter what I’ll always care. It would be nice to have someone save the hero sometimes, too.
I have no excuses or anything to hide. I’m human and there’s nothing to justify the reason as to why I couldn’t do things better. I’m starting today and this time I’ll learn to ask for help from those that really are my God-given friends. I’m Kenyona and this is me!!

Getting laid or played?

 

 

I shared with a few of my friends where I stand, in the process of my new project (book). Le Promesse is something that will offer most or many readers an adventure. This is a book I’m writing for my significant other and I happened to use a few real friends from my knowing, and make them characters in the book.

Writing a book takes a lot of emotion and thoughts of a very experienced writer. Anybody can write but it takes much to reveal something so great to the world. I used five of my good friends to help relay the message, because I felt that they came very close to what I was looking for in someone that was mature enough to understand.

Whom I fall in love with, I guess that’s just more than my luck. My job is to make sure that ‘prince’ reads the book after we’re together. I’m very worried about how the fans would feel about the book, or if they’d like it. But more importantly I’m contemplating on what my future husband will think about this. I want to bring out all the best and worst features of myself.

The point is to make sure that not just my husband knows who I am, but that the fans get an idea also. I find it very creative that I’m willing to put myself on paper and give you the real me. I don’t feed people bullish*t, so all of this stuff will be real. This by chance and favor, just might be better than “Love&HipHop” and “The Notebook”. Why? Good thing you ask, because there’s nothing fiction about this book. What do you guys think?

THE LAST CHAPTER FROM_CROSSED MIRRORS

Chapter Thirty-One

        We arrived at my aunt’s house in silence. The whole car ride there was very disturbing because he had nothing to say. Tyler was glued to his phone and in his own world. I didn’t interrupt him because he wouldn’t have said much to me. I was expecting things to go a little smoother but it wasn’t as I pictured.

The palm trees that stood aligned of the street made shade. I turned the car engine off and gave Tyler some time to step into a relaxed mood. He hadn’t met my aunt before but it’d been a while since he had seen my father and his wife.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He cleared his throat, “I guess.”

“I know you’re wondering why I brought you here,” I said.

He nodded his head, “This is a waste of my time.”

“I promise you it won’t be,” I added.

“What makes you think that?” he asked.

He was trying to stress me out, “Get out the car!”

I stepped out of the car and waited for him to make an appearance. My dad’s side of the family would be filled with people that he’d love to talk to. No one ever talked or gossiped about anyone except for Patricia.

“What about the snitch?” he teased.

I laughed, “Don’t worry about her.”

He tried to hold in his laugh, “Okay. Fine, let’s go inside.”

We walked the path of circular marble stones that were guided by a bed of lilies and daisies. Before us was a mini-mansion of a powder pinkish color. There were a few palm trees that blocked the front windows and a huge birdbath in the front lawn. She was living large in a way that I had the opportunity to do the same.

“So your whole family is rich…” he assumed.

I felt like I had to sneeze, “Not everyone.”

“Your dad, aunt, and mother? Right?” he asked.

I laughed, “My mother isn’t rich and my dad is on the boarder.”

“What boarder?” he asked.

“Of being overly wealthy and teasingly wealthy,” I remarked.

When we got into the house Tyler didn’t know how to react. I felt like he was about to panic any second and just say that he wanted to go home. My aunt opened the door and greeted us with her love.

“Skyler, How are you love?” she asked.

I had to do it, “I’m great. This is Tyler Young.”

“Is that a boyfriend?” she teased.

The smile wiped off my face, “No.”

“Okay well friends,” she added.

“Did my dad get here yet?” I asked.

She pointed to the second floor, “He’s in the computer room.”

I led the way, “Let’s go say hello, Tyler.”

The moment we got to the computer room my dad was half sleep. I didn’t understand why my aunt kept calling it the computer room when it was more comfortable than that. There was a fifty-inch flat screen television mounted to the wall. A comfortable expensive couch with the matching end tables and coffee table took up most of the space. It was centered and surrounded with a few plants that looked very healthy.

The carpet was brown and blue but that was the theme, anyhow. We left my father there asleep and Patricia on the computer. My aunt looked really swell to see Tyler for the first time in forever. I talked about him so much to her but this was the disappointing part.

“Would you like to go in the backyard?” I asked.

He was the guest, “Yes.”

“I’d love to spend a few months here,” he said.

I laughed, “I don’t think so.”

“So what did you need to talk about that was so urgent?” he asked.

I grabbed the float, “Sit on here and let’s go for a smooth ride.”

The backyard was very elegant and beautiful. I loved how it looked in the evening because emphasis was placed on the water when the sunset and the moon came out. The grass looked very well groomed and the water was peaceful; no showers or storms.

“Don’t make me mad while we’re on here,” said Tyler.

I laughed, “You’re not as crazy as you’d like to be.”

“You think I won’t?” he asked.

The stress wasn’t getting to me, “I know you won’t!”

For the first time in months a I saw a smile break across his face. Maybe the way we loved each other was too aggressively. I didn’t mind because this was the last hour, last moment, last memory he’d get. It wouldn’t be a great one to remember but all things do come to an end as I remembered him saying before.

“Look, what does that cloud look like?” asked Tyler.

I repositioned my head, “An S and a T.”

“Weird isn’t it?” he asked.

The gentleness in his voice remained, “Now let’s talk business.”

“I have something a little better than business,” I said.

He kept licking his lips, “What’s that?”

“A long goodbye,” I whispered.

He stopped looking up at the clouds, “How many times have we said goodbye?”

“We’ve said it three or four times,” I said.

He turned over on his side and looked at me. I hated looking into his eyes but today I would do it. I turned on my side and faced him the whole night. I decided to spend the last evening we had together, just saying goodbye.

“I hate when you do this,” he said calmly.

I tried to talk softly, “I’m doing it for me this time.

“That’s understandable,” he said.

I ran my fingers along his arm, “I love you.”

“I love you too but why are –“ he was cut off.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

We listened quietly to the crickets sing their symphony as a production. I didn’t feel like I wanted to cry because my heart grew from the days that were whipping me. I went through the storm alone and I came out fine. My heart was so set on the future that I didn’t want to keep looking at my past anymore.

“The crickets?” he asked.

I smiled, “Yes.”

“I know you want to hear silence tonight, but I thought you should know something,” I said.

He took a deep breath, “What is it now?”

“You see all this that my aunt has?” I started off.

He looked around, “Yeah.”

“I wanted to give you this until I noticed something,” I said.

Tyler interlocked hands with me, “You don’t have a bad heart. You have the right understanding but the wrong motives. I loved you not for what I could get, but for what I could with you. You and I had moments where we pushed each other forward, even as friends. I can’t hold onto to anything we had anymore because it’s only damaging me. It’s been months since we talked but I wanted you to have a last look. Remember, when you asked for more memories?” I asked.

His eyes were watery, “Yep.”

“This is the last one I’m giving to you. Things are happening for me, good things. I can’t let what God has for me to slip away because of us,” I said.

“But you don’t –“ I had to cut him off again.

“Listen to me! I’ll let you talk in a minute; I want your heart to be open to what I’m saying. Don’t think with your mind Tyler; use that huge heart of yours. I fell more in love with our friendship than the relationship. You had it all going for yourself until I…we messed it up. I hope you can forgive me for taking you through the motions,” I ended.

We shimmied over on the wooden float platform and hugged each other. I couldn’t feel anything because my heart was going numb.

“I can’t feel you anymore,” said Tyler.

I closed my eyes, “I know and it’s okay.”

“Is this what you really want?” he asked.

I didn’t have to think about it anymore, “I’m sure this is what I want.”

“Skyler?” whispered Tyler.

I listened with my heart, “Yes?”

“I have to apologize for everything I put you through. Telling you that you were different, and I didn’t want you around. When I said I only wanted sex and not the relationship. The times we’ve argued and I couldn’t admit my faults. Ruining the relationship that we had because I couldn’t be patient. If this is the last time I see you, I hope that you find your wings so that you can fly away. I don’t know if I’m going to miss you or not but –Thank you!” I saw that tear fall from his eye.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

He helped me paddle us back to the lawn and we both stayed quiet. I took deep breaths to refrain from crying. I never asked for much from this boy, all I needed was time. It took all this just to hear him tell me that he apologizes. I had no clue that love could feel so good but only when it’s with the right person.

Tyler stood there watching me, “Do you need help?”

“I have it but can you just do one thing for me?” I asked.

He was wiping his eyes, “Yes.”

After I pulled the homemade float back on land I brushed my hands off. God gave me enough courage and peace to walk up to Tyler and face him. I wasn’t going to hurt him even more because he wasn’t finished healing.

“Always remember that there’s beauty in letting go,” I finished.

He tried to smile, “I can do that.”