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Antjuan D.M. Briggs
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Black Babylon
Black Babylon There are some places where few mortals dare to go. It calls out to them. It's almost as if pain and death speaks to their inner being and lures them in like moths to a flame. In an ordinary redbrick warehouse downtown Chicago stands such a flame. Black Babylon. It is unknown how long this place has been standing. But somehow it is infamous. Money is the only thing that thing that will get you in. If you have it, you're in. If you don't you are "greeted by a living cereberus. His name is Larrs. He stands at a massive seven feet tall. Mountains aren't as solidly fortified as Larrs. He would be considered by many to be a freak of nature. His lineage dates back to the hordes of Attila the Hun himself. It had been thought that men of Larrs' stature had all but died out in the evolution of the times. But here he stood. The gatekeeper that no one had the gall to agitate. His word was law. If you wanted safe passage past this dark skinned golem, you played by his rules. In the past there were a few who tested his might. Some tried weapons. Many tried the safety of numbers. In the end there was only Larrs. His scarred, sculpted features inspired fear and demanded respect. He seemed to be the bravest creature in existence. But Larrs knew something that many did not. He knew that in most circles he could take control of the whole operation by strength of arm alone. He had done it several times. Larrs lived for the thrill of battle. Deep beyond his expressionless face he reveled in the joy of conquest. But Larrs knew something. He would never tell. But he knew that his place was at the door. He knew he could crush any man with his bare hands. Being shot only angered him. He had been set on fire and was reported to, for the only known time, crack the slightest of smiles. On the streets among several gangs and criminal circles there were bets on what his Achilles heel was. No one has been able to collect in over 30 years. In fact no one has even witnessed Larrs blood ever leaving his body. Larrs was invincible. Too bad he was the weakest man in the employ of The Unhinged.
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Right Place Right Time
Right Place, Right Time Part I: Eliza In the summer breeze on a park bench she reminisced. She was a long way from home. But for some reason today she felt like she was at home. Eliza called the south her home but sitting in the park today she could swear she could smell the peach trees on the wind. She could feel her hair grazing her face. She closed her light brown eyes and enjoyed every minute of it. She left the park bench and took off her sandals. She then proceeded to walk through the paths of the park as the wind played with her floral print summer dress. She felt free today. She had never been one to believe in omens but today she believed something special was going to happen. As she walked off the path she giggled as the grass prickled at the undersides of her feet. She felt free. Her mind drifted back to when she was a little girl and all she did was run around the countryside barefoot and dirty without a care in the world. She had always been a bit of a tomboy. It was something her grandmother fought hard to get out of her system. But Eliza was a strong spirit. Even though it ran her grandmother ragged, she knew she would be upset if her spirit would ever be broken. As Eliza grew up, she also grew out. Then her grandmother's efforts doubled to make a lady out of the young child. Some lessons took and Eliza grew to be the perfect typical southern belle. Some lessons on the other hand would secretly come out when grandma wasn't looking. As she walked through the park the wind blew her dress in a way to reveal two long, beautiful, strong legs that were quite accustomed to climbing up and down the tree to her window in the middle of the night. Her arms had shown to be lightly muscled from years of challenging the boys to wrestle and sometimes winning. But all these things that made her who she was had to be hidden or her grandmother would have gotten upset. As she got older her grandmother confided in her that she already knew all that she was doing. With a smile she told Eliza that she didn't want her to stop being who she was, she just wanted to teach her that there is a time and a place for everything. She also told Eliza that she had always admired her spirit. Grandma has been dead for about two years now. Eliza wondered why this came up now. What made her think of her past all of a sudden? She instinctively looked around to see if her grandmother was watching. She knew she wasn't, but someone was.
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Milking the Peach
Milking The Peach Davian closed his eyes and smiled. He looked around the room and laughed. It was in shambles. His mattress was off the bed. His sheets were nowhere to be found. He wondered how he got here then he looked up and saw panties hanging from the ceiling fan. He laughed harder and remembered. It was a good night wasn't it? Yes it was.
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