Year: 2016

killin time with kida ep. 1

I cannot sing but I STAY singing in the car; Whole concert and thing. Panic! At the Disco “I write sins not tragedies” has a special place in my heart forever. So I did a whole vlog on my trip to Queen Louise Home for Children and some random car thoughts. And again Chapter 19 of my Web Novel “A feral Affair” is out. Do your girl a favor and read, share, comment. Much thanks!! Website:LocalLadyMedia.Com Twitter: Local Lady Media IG: LocalLadyMedia Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LocalLadyMedia/ Location: St. Croix, Virgin Islands Follow my blog with Bloglovin Advertisements

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 19

The discussion on their shifter poison ended with just the name. Melanie didn’t explain what was in it nor how it affected shifters. All she knew was that she wanted no parts of it. She did learn, however, that it wasn’t just in the bullets. Explosives, knives, hell even the damn batons were made of it. “If majority of the Felids in the Valley are dead, why are you guys still in full war mode?” She asked, having watched them for hours going back and forth with loading and unloading things capable of killing her. “Because we are in war mode,” Melanie answered without taking her eyes off the paper in front of her. She was on the couch checking things off a list. “You think everything will really go back to normal after all of this? And you certainly can’t think just killing Kaleb with that godawful, poorly written, novella excuse, was going to sit well with people?” Course not. And speaking of which. “Do we have to ki–” Melanie slammed the paper on …

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 18

“Again. If you had done your job, then you wouldn’t be stressed out like this.” Abdul was getting tired of watching Jamoy pace around the basement. While he was being honest, he was also very tired of hiding in the damp and decrepit hole as well. Unlike the Felids that were being picked off at random, he and Jamoy were actually being targeted. He wasn’t entirely surprised, but, again, he was tired. Not to mention, hiding out was boring. “How many times has our Job description changed since we arrived here? First, we had to find the ‘threat’,” Jamoy put the word in air quotes as he complained, “Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean, then it turned into killing the hunters. Now it’s killing Marissa and her plaything. Why exactly were we really sent here?” Abdul merely shrugged his shoulders from his seat, uninterested as he fiddled with a piece of lint he pulled from his shirt. “Look, eventually, they’re going to send someone else out here to finish this, and us, if we …

To Shade or Not to Shade

As a professional Shadeologist (not to be confused with cloud coverage and shade sails) with a PhD in Comparative Pettiology, I can safely say that most people have thrown shade at someone in some point of their lives. Getting straight to the point, when I’m online, now and again I throw a bit of shade at multiple people. Most times, I will toss out a random general statement and let folks assume it’s about them because it’s very easy to do so when majority of people in my small community fit several descriptions. Ie. Anything about single-parenthood, pregnancies, the dead, events, shootings, and employment. For instance, If I write “She’s always talking about her baby daddy,” I can name at least 10 people who will get offended thinking it’s for them, when I’m really just being–for lack of a better term–an asshole. Now, I can always use my platform to spread joy and peace and all that jazz, but I do what I please. And I’ve shaded everyone–Every body–on my page at least once. My page, …

A Feral Affair

Feral Affair Chapter 17

The town was on lock-down, The main roads leading into and out of it were closed, and skillful marksmen were placed on rooftops to remove anyone suspicious. Communication to the outside was blocked to ensure no outside interference. They had even managed to secure one of those freaks and use him to bait the others into the open. Even if they weren’t Felids, and were out and about they were targets. It was their own fault for not staying inside as they were told. So how was it they were still unable to kill one little girl? Robert Coldwell slammed his fists down on the desk before him as a fit of rage enveloped him. “If you had killed her from the start then you wouldn’t have this problem.” His harsh glare settled on his son’s smug form. “You know why I couldn’t.” “Actually you could. All of this makes no damn sense,” Dominic threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You’ve had ample opportunities to search out the cretin in this town and …

Feral Affair Chapter 16

“What. Are. The. Odds!” Dominic laughed. He had been smug and annoying ever since he and his men captured Kaleb. “Just when we were about to assume you escaped town, there you are! Running around like a fool.” Silence. “My sister is so simple I know she has to be here as well. She’s one of those loyal idiots so she wouldn’t leave you behind.” Kaleb wished to God he would shut up. “What? Nothing to say? Is the shame too much for you to bear?” The collar around his neck and the chains bounding him to the floor were the only things keeping Dominic from losing his tongue. For whatever reason, it wouldn’t allow him to shift. Since physical harm was out of the question, Kaleb resigned to silence. There was no point in arguing with him. It would only be a waste of energy. Eesac’s home was in the center of the town, just outside the Orchid Square where majority of Autumn Valley’s festivities were held. It made searching for Marissa so much …

Feral Affair Chapter 15

Shit, he had dozed off, hadn’t he? Kaleb’s eyes fluttered open to see that he wasn’t in the same spot Marissa had left him. Well duh, He thought as he sat up and glanced around, taking in his new surroundings. Unless the forest had a sudden makeover by a highly sought interior designer, obviously he wasn’t in the same place. Its Chinese-esque style with chinoiserie wallpaper, ikat pillows, a bold shade of sunset oranges, gold benches and Hollywood Regency touches told him he was in the home of someone with odd taste. “Up so soon?” Kaleb’s fangs were already bared and a low growl rumbled from the depths of his throat at the dark-haired man that stood on the far side of the room. As he approached, eerily gray eyes scanned over Kaleb’s body; his rage, completely ignored. “Your recovery time is remarkable.” He reached out to touch the weakened male but paused as he noticed the heightened hostility. There was no growl, but he could see from the icy stare that touching him would result in …

Feral Affair Chapter 14

How hard was it for things to remain normal for two seconds? Too much was happening too fast and it was becoming overbearing. One minute, she was ready to chew out Kaleb and the next thing she knew she was scurrying about the house, trying to avoid being shot. They could barely walk a few inches without a bullet whizzing by their heads. A loud crash came from the room they were nearing and a man in all black tumbled out the door. He had barely straightened himself out before he had his gun aimed at them. Kaleb sprang from his spot, caught the man in a headlock and snapped his neck with little to no effort, or remorse. He then beckoned for Marissa to follow. Speechless, she did so without question. Marissa tiptoed over the lifeless body and a shudder rippled through her. What if he was someone she knew? The temptation to remove the mask was there, but she decided against it. It was better not to know. As they were sprinting down …

The cliched self-criticism spiel

I am my biggest critic. If you peeped the heading of this blog then you should have seen that coming. Getting straight to the point, one of the reasons why I held off on my story–along with writer’s block–was that I felt it just wasn’t good enough. I honestly was content with being the only person reading it. I didn’t think anyone gave a damn about it. Even if people gave a damn I didn’t think I would generate a following large enough that would be worth continuing for. Frankly, I began to feel like I was wasting my time. While I’m being real, I thought this about the entire blog period. I especially did not expect any local support. As far as I saw, that support was reserved for musicians and self-proclaimed models.  I never saw support for writers. Being bitter, I figured that it surely must have meant that people do not read. Then I later realized it was a lack of interest. It wasn’t that people didn’t read, they just weren’t interested …