All posts tagged: St. Croix

Feral Betrayal Chapter 5

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 5

A low growl rumbled out of the abnormally large black dog laying at the entrance of the laboratory. George’s eyes lingered at the mutt, and he had half a mind to kick the damn thing, but if he were being honest with himself, it creeped him out. Its heated gold eyes met his cold gray ones. He always got the feeling that there was more to the canine than the crazy doctor admitted. In fact, he was almost certain it was a shifter. It was just as unnerving as the man’s wife. She was a frigid bitch. She spoke very little but once she did it was to cut you deeply. Advertisements

Getting arrested with Judgey

Getting arrested with Judgey

Gather around, I have a tale to tell about that time VIPD ran up on me like Cardi B did Nicki. So, being a journalist some very strange things happen to you often. There are days when it’s all excitement, days where it’s utterly slow and boring, days when you want to rip your head off because it’s too much, there are sad days and of course, there are days when things just go off the wall. Let me tell you about one of those off the wall days.

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 3

The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.

Festival Time with Judgey

Crucian Christmas Festival has come and gone, and although my parade body was still in transit—it got lost in Puerto Rico—I still had the best time ever in the Simply Sophisticated Fun Troupe as they celebrated their 10th Anniversary. Shamari Haynes is a Carnival Connoisseur, A First-Class Festival Feteran, The Maestro of Mas, we can do this all day. What I’m saying is, he went above and beyond for his tenth year, grooming what started out as a little high school troupe, into what is now the territory’s largest, most anticipated festival troupe.

Red Hat PTSD

I know I’m not the only person who can’t look at red baseball caps the same. Every since Pres. 45 campaigned with that damn hat, I give an immediate side-eye to anyone I see with just the color. Online of course, because I never saw anyone with a red hat in real time before…or maybe I never cared before because it was just a damn hat at the time.

To Healthy Living!

I’m taking a cycling class!!! The ending of this year, I committed myself to becoming a much healthier person. I needed to change my eating habits ASAP and become more active. Becoming more active also meant giving up some sleep which is probably the hardest part because I love me some sleep. So. it’s not that I’m losing sleep—because that’s counter-productive—but rather I’m working on staying up more. My sleeping schedule is stupid as hell. I’m the kind of person who would wake up at noon and then go to bed at 4 a.m. I’m not a morning person at all. In fact, I’m inclined to believe people who wake up at 5 a.m. are hellions. Baby Jesus ain’t even up yet, why the hell are you? But I guess I have started joining you underworld folks in order to continue on this “best me” shit.