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Can you fight for us?

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Sally tried one more time. Tired and frustrated she aligned her whole body’s energy and forced a chi ball with her hands.

On command she threw it against the brick and iron strong wall with a one, two, three punch.

Instantly all the pieces exploded in the air, as the bust cleared. Visual proof was now shown.

Sally had known all along that she could do it. Her frustration was that she was hand picked by the elite group and then repeatedly pushed to see what see would and could do.

If the point was to make them believe she had already made them believers.

The head of the program came behind the glass and put out his hand. Well done ma’am. I didn’t think you had it in you and now I see. If you’re ready I’d think that we’re ready to fight for us.

Sally shook her head is belief. No disrespect but who the fuck is gonna fight for me.

C L Cunningham

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Exciting news

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Hey everyone I’m excited to share with you the launch of my new book. I’m looking for a few social friends to spread the word. You will receive an early birds pdf copy of the book and a mention in the book!!!! If your interested in joining please email me at findingkandee@gmail.com today!   
C. L Cunningham 

Nighttime poetry 

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 Teeny tiny story of a world unperceived. Underneath the glory of the light inside all human beings. Filled up with spirit deep down into souls. Giving divine comfort for all who waywardly flow.‬ 

Sending unspoken knowledge. Attention to the truth no one knows. 

Letting the galaxies collide and still searching for a map that even the most skillful of explorers cannot find. Trying not to get caught in time warps. Run hurry before it’s the end of mankind. 

Settled back down in her comfy chair. The book has closed and the story hasn’t ended in despair. A goodnight fable interesting indeed. Everyone can take the wave all they have to do is read. ✨
C.L Cunningham 

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Have a safe night everyone 


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It was all a dream pt.4

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Sitting around on a Thursday chillin mo chillin. Thinking about the  comedy show on Netflix that I just finished watching. Laughing to myself about one of the punchlines. 

The night was young and my mind was racing. I had a huge fight with the ex and things were getting interesting and painful. I needed something to calm my soul. I put on a little music. I’m in mid dance when my IG notification lit up. I kept dancing. It pinged again. Oh brother. Who is it! I grab my phone and open the app. My DM was lit up red. Two messages. Hmmm. 

I open and low and behold it’s Mr. Big Shot. Now I should have been excited but I wasn’t. I asked him to call. Why in the hell is he in my DM. Thinking that the DM is relationship purgatory I read the messages. First one read ” wanna do something fun”. Second one read “you know you do”. Cocky. 

I answered back “nope a dope”. I put the phone down and continued to dance. Ping. I opened the message. It was a corny dude in his underwear. He had on nice one though. Thumbs up to him. I was just about to put the phone down when I received another ping. This time it was Him again. “Wtf is nope a dope?” I laughed out loud. I replied “it’s a no weirdo.” He must have been shocked because I got nothing back. Oh well. ✨

3:33 am. Ping,ping,ping. “I want to take you somewhere. Now do you wanna do something?” Hmmm. I text back “You got my attention.” Ping. “I’m outside.” What the what?!!!! I look out the hotel window and sure as sh*t there his big ass is. Looking like the dude from Say Anything without the radio. I get dressed. Splash my face with water,throw on a dress and heels. Put on my fancy wig and bring my make up bag. I come outside and he takes one look at me and says ” where are you going like that?” Mannnnnnnn if this dude didn’t look good I’d give him a right straight in the throat. Instead I replied “with you”. He smiles and winks. Opens the door and says ” get in.” So I did. 

We’re riding and talking having a grand ol time when he pulls up to a rather creepy building. I looked at him looked back at the building. Looked back at him. Duuuuuuude. I’m trying not to act scary but this ain’t Halloween mutha fucka. He must have felt my energy change so he says “don’t worry it will be fun I’ll protect you.” Hmmm Okay I’m thinking well you wanted to come girly it’s now or never. 

We walk in and it looks like American Horror Story is filming. Weird folks doing weird things. I’m uncomfortable and itchy. The music is blaring and drinks are flowing. I take a shot of Remy and sit down. I spot another woman. She looks just as confused as me. The room has familiar faces but only because I’ve seen them on a screen. Everyone is chill and it seems like a fun little party. 

Suddenly the music stops and a man enters the stage. He’s smiling and he waves to the crowd. The crowd goes wild. Everyone but six of us. Six of us are wondering why these folks are so hyped. Obviously we’re new to the scene. I look over at him and he smirks. I whisper what’s going on? He points and says “just wait for it.” So I wait . The announcer speaks ” are you ready to play?” 

Play? Play what? The lights go out and the spot lights shine. Six of them. One on me and five more on the rest of us newbies. Uh. What’s going on? Bewildered I look for him. He’s gone. Surprise surprise. 

Let the game begin.

C.L Cunningham 

Bedtime story

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There once was a place. An imaginary world full of fact and fiction. 

Above it all was the grand master of ceremonies. 

Considered to be one but was an army of many. 

There lies truth and might. I would have said light but that it wasn’t. 

Tells of countrymen from near and far were whispered through those that dared. 

Goblin and geese and anything between there.

Riddles and relics. Fairies and princesses. Magic and mayhem. Stir around for centuries. 

Commands and commanders put fear into many. Prayers and potions became one in the same.

Bedtime stories so fun to hear. Until you can’t sleep at night. 

Because the end is already here.

C. L Cunningham 

Storyteller 

Monday sweet Monday 

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Oh how I love but don’t love Mondays. The weekend has worn off and the weekly responsibilities are front and center.  

Up early as priorities take the driver’s seat. 

Mommy and daughter sharing a space gets me up with her. As she gets ready for school. But I don’t mind. Gives me time to write and think about my list of things for the day. 

It’s a new week full of new thoughts and new experiences.

 Each day is different than the one before. Maybe with small changes or big ones, either way. There’s a whole week ahead to try for anything your heart desires. 

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C.L Cunningham 

Happy Monday ☉