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Josh stepped outside to begin a fun-filled day, surprised at how chilly and gusty it was to be the beginning of May. It seemed like the Bullying Nature Sisters wanted to get in another bullying day, with school about to close and summer on the way.

Once upon a time, there was a magical unicorn named Nikki. This unicorn was white and pink with a multicolored mane, looking a lot like a rainbow. Nikki was very happy and proud to be a unicorn. That was until a wicked witch came to the magical land, taking Nikki from her mom and dad and the rest of her family and locking her in a great tower that went so far into the sky it could not be seen. Not cool, not cool at all. The wicked witch told Nikki she would never let her out of the tower.

Untrammeled Love is more than a collection of poems and prose speaking of love. It is a treasure map taking the listener to the rainbow unmasking the pot of gold revealing what it means to be "In-Love". This audio will bring forth feelings, revive dreams, and scrape the scales from the trammeled vision blocking what should be your true reality.

Nimeona Panya leo; hayuko kwenye kukodisha na uwepo wake unasumbua amani ya nyumba yangu. Sio nyumbani kwangu, haitatokea. Mimi ni Mfalme wa ngome hii, panya nyumbani kwangu ni shida sana. Kunyanyasa na haraka, lakini sio darasani kidogo, sitaacha hadi apate mahali pengine pa kukaa. Nina mpango, mimi ndiye mwanamume katika nyumba hii, bora kuliko panya anayepiga. Nitamfanya apakie jibini lake na kunyakua valise yake. Nitamtuma kutoka nyumbani kwangu kutafuta mahali pengine pa kuzurura. Aliushika mkia wake na kuonesha uoga mdogo wa kunaswa kwenye mpango alioupanga mwanaume.

I awaken most days wondering if I have it in me to make a positive difference in someone’s life. It isn’t something I need to plan for, it is a path I must step upon and be prepared to walk in faith without deviation or separation. It's all about having the spirit willing to share.

The author takes us through his humorous childhood experience of having to eat split pea soup for lunch during school recess as a little boy. A soup that he dislikes to this day.

Summers in the Bayview housing development were a remarkable time to be a kid. Hell, it was a fantastic time to be most anyone. I didn’t realize it then, but there was just nothing better. Tuesday mornings were dubbed as Fishing Tuesday for Stan and me. We would be up at five a.m., fishing poles in hand, a gardening trowel to dig for worms, a bologna sandwich, maybe two, and we were armed with trash talk about who would out-fish whom.

When I woke up, I panicked because it was the first day of school. Yep, this is the day that I start the fifth grade. “Carson!” my mom yelled. I immediately ran downstairs. Mom had made me a big breakfast. “My favorite!” I said. “Yep,” she replied. “A stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and a tall glass of chocolate milk.” I hugged her with the biggest hug I could come up with because she’s never able to make my favorite breakfast these days.

This life-saving publication has been made possible through the life-long commitment of “Grand Master Florendo Visitacion”, and the remarkable teaching and training skills of Professor David James, and Assistant Commissioner and Chief Firearms Instructor Alberta Ancrum Osu!

"Is it your plan to lay in the bed until the goddamn rapture? I mean, c’mon, so you took a hit, life goes on. Let's not forget, through it all, you are still Nikki Evelyn Armstrong. A decorated veteran honored by two counties. The recipient of multiple citations and awards for enforcement of the law, with dignity, honor, and integrity. You are a walking, breathing, recognized American hero. So, my dear sister, why don’t you act like it?”

White-cracker, towel-head, red-man, greaser - if you know any of these words, their genesis, and shameless offspring, then it is time to strike them from your life. Erase them from your mind, delete them from the vocabulary of people kind. Do you honestly think that your opinion of me, in truth, determines my place in this society? At the end of the day, it is not about race, gender, or the different people that may come to mind, working to pass judgment on me, and the rest of people kind.

Arielle awoke on this day, with a great big smile on her beaming beautiful face. This particular day has only happened three times before. I bet you cannot guess why....Well, today is Arielle’s fourth birthday! How cool is that? Please join us, as we listen to the story of celebrating this awesome day.

The 10,000-year conflict between the Wiley clan and the Balfore tribe had ceased hostility for a little over 100 years. There was still no love between the two, but all of the other clans were happy that what seemed like a never-ending dispute was over. The sounding of a truce brought a sense of peace to Brisbane 5 and the rest of the known galaxies. It was understood throughout the neighboring solar systems that hostilities could erupt again if a sneeze were misunderstood, or a toe stepped on inadvertently.

There was little mischief a kid could get into within the borders of the Bayview Projects and get away with it. The entire community was one family. I must admit, being a “busy kid”, that was not always to my delight. Black, White, cops, storeowners; all worked in unison to keep the community speaking in one voice and with one purpose, which was taking care of one another. I am not sure what makes a community come together in that way, but the inhabitants of Bayview made it happen; whatever the recipe, whatever the balance, the coming together of Bayview was almost near perfection.

I have lived a life strapped in the armor of hope and breastplate of faith. As I have stated in earlier writings, “there is little of my life I expected it to be”. Yet, I would not reposition one grain of sand, one raindrop, or hide from one gust of wind. For with that deflecting, I would not be who I am. Good or bad, I do not know. I do know that I am me, and the road before me is engineered for my steps and none other.

This is a continuing effort by author and poet, Vinny Green to share his blessing from above to share his inspired words and thoughts. He continues to share the inspired words that come to mind in the hope of touching hearts and inspiring minds.

It is likely that many of you who have blessed me by making the kind decision to read or listen to these short stories that make up The Bayview Chronicles are not familiar with the Little Rascals or Our Gang, and to me that is sad. The Little Rascals and Our Gang comedy short films had a significant influence on my young life.

My Mind to Your Mind is the third volume in a series of poetic works and short stories of which the author, Vinny Green, hopes will be viewed as a thought-provoking sharing. Each volume has been an effort on sharing ideas, expressions, and feelings from his heart, mind, and soul. Vinny very much believes these volumes to be the contributing work of the Lord, as he has never seen himself as a poet or writer and, without a doubt, never capable of expressing his feelings as they relate to the subject of love and heartfelt caring.

Not very long after the formation of the earth and the seeding of the planet with the Being known as man, thousands of animals were formed by the Great “I Am”, with a direction to roam specific parts of this majestic land. In those days, each animal could converse with man. They would often discuss the best ways to support the land and work together to make each habitat better than when they were first formed.

Today is the first day of the rest of young Arayah’s life. Ari is eager to make sure that she does all that she can to get it right. What this means is taking the time to think about something as simple as what she can do to make sure all the things that exist from sea to sea will be blessed with proper names. For today what that means to Ari is making sure that she comes up with the proper name for the majestic tree. Come along with Ari as she takes on the task of giving this perennial plant a name that will be sung throughout the land.