Can you fight for us?

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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C. L Cunningham 

Nighttime poetry 

 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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It was all a dream pt.4

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

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 

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 ☉

It was all a dream pt.3

I’m little shocked by him admitting to being a man whore. But even more at the decision to go slow and take his time to get to know me.

I sit a listen to him talk. I watch the way his hands move as he speaks. The way his voice fluctuated between his sentences. I looked at how his eyes got wide with excitement or calm and sad like when he said something that brought back bad memories.

In that moment I want to soak up anything that would be a clue of what was in his heart. Instead of wondering what was in his pocket.

We continued to talk for about 2 hours when there was a knock on the door. Something was poppin off downstairs and he needed to go handle the situation. So I waited upstairs in the fancy room for a half hour.

Finally I decided to go to the bathroom. I went from room to room searching for one. As I finally see one I dart over quickly.  By the door is a beautiful woman. She’s dressed to the nines and smoking something a Lil special. I say “excuse me is this the bathroom I’ve been looking for one for a minute” chuckling at myself I reach for the door. She blocked it with her body and made a smirk. She replied “well if your looking for your man he’s downstairs with my friend.”

The feeling of throw up begins to fill my stomach. What did this chic just say to me?

Now I know what’s she’s implying but I’m not gonna give her the satisfaction of seeing my hurt feelings.  So I politely push pass her and say… ” Wow, you don’t say. Well when he’s done with her could you have her send him back upstairs, because we weren’t done talking.”

She laughs and told me that I was a stupid bytch and that he was just going to use me up then sleep with me and forget about me. I would’ve cared but I had the bathroom door shut and locked just in case she was a weirdo waiting to happen.

I almost felt sad for myself for a second but then I remembered. He’s not my man. He’s someone I’m trying to get to know. And this party isn’t a full reflection of who he was. Let alone who I was.

After my mini prep talk.  I walked out the bathroom and seen that she was gone. I went downstairs and he in fact was in a heated debate with a beautiful woman. I quietly excused myself outside and got the house address off the front. I called myself an uber and I waited.

The driver confirmed me that he was close and I told him that I’d meet him at the edge of the street.  I began walking and as soon as I did he appeared.

He yelled at me to hold up. So I did. He asked me where I was going and I said I was tired and that he seemed a little busy. He tried to assure me that he wasn’t and that scene in the house was an old mistake he hadn’t dealt with.

I looked him up and down and said “there’s no need to explain to me the past. I’m only worried about how I fit into your future”. Right at that moment my uber pulled up. He offered in the closing minutes to pay for another ride. Or to take me back himself but I declined and said “when you call I’ll pick up”. I opened the car door got in and waved at him from the window. 

As I seen him start to make the walk back up to the house I made a split decision. I asked the driver to stop.  I told him that I forgot something and I  needed to grab it real fast. 

The car stopped and I got out and yelled “Hey, how do caged birds fly?” He turned and smiled. He replied ” is that a trick question? And I ran up and said “yes,yes it is”. I gave him the biggest hug that my tiny body could give and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I left my phone number on his phone got back in and rode away. Secretly praying that he would call.

C. L Cunningham 


It was all a dream pt.2

Mr.Big shot walks over to staircase and smiles a Chester Cheetos smile. Trying to stay cool and look unamused I smirk and say “where have ya been all my life big head?”

He gets his bass in his voice and says “who you calling big head? Your head is bigger than mine”. I instantly begin to laugh loud. A little too loud. Trying to not look completely foolish I offer him a hit of my smoke. He tells me “nah I’m good ” and reaches for my hand.

Me being me I slap it away and say “stranger danger, where are you trying to take me?” He looks at me sideways like he’s not used to hearing no and points upward. I’m thinking “he’ll no, not upstairs we’re not”. But I instead say “oh” “well put out your hand again then.” This time he laughs and replies “f*** that”. Both laughing I grab his arm and stand up.

He’s much taller in person and less intimidating than I imagined. I step to the side and say “lead the way ol wise one”. Shaking his head he leads me upstairs to a quiet room. The room has big curtains on the wall and fancy crap all around it. I keep my elbows in as if I’m a child on a field trip to the museum. 

He must see that I’m a little uncomfortable and ask what’s wrong. A little embarrassed I say “well you’ve got some pretty expensive stuff in here. He shakes his head vigorously. “Not my sh**, I rented the house for the party.” 

Feeling a little better I say “well what if I break something?” He responded “if you break it I bought it, so try not to break sh**” I give him a soldier salute and say “sir, yes sir”. We both laugh and he motions for me to sit on the couch. 

Now if this was high school I would’ve belly flopped on that thang. But since it isn’t my smart ass sits in the chair next to the couch. He makes a face and ask “so you scared of me”. I reply “oh yeah buddy, I done heard all the media gossip and the jury is out and they say you a hoe”. He looks me straight in the eyes and says ” I am, but I’m not trying to be tonight.”

I think oh wow the one time he should be he’s not going to be…great just my luck.

C.L Cunningham 

To be continued….

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