Namid Cook

Dream Walker August 4, 2021

New Hunting Grounds

I whipped around, preparing to kick this boy’s balls further up into his body, when a black leather jacket slid between us, cutting off the violent contact. “Pardon me,” a velvety British accent interjected, “but I believe the lady has made it clear that she is not interested in maintaining a conversation with you, sir.”

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Dream Walker July 15, 2021

A Girl Without A Tribe

Find something to enjoy about your new home. My father’s last words echoed in my head. I could still feel his cracked lips on my forehead, where he gave me a farewell kiss. My vision blurred with stinging emotions that threatened to drip down my cheeks.

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