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Introduction


"Trial by Fire"

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Introduction


"Trial by Fire"

The only way to improve is to challenge your limitations. In the King Series I'm going to write about some things that I may not want to write about. There were certain topics that I wouldn't have included in some of my prior writings, due to controversy, ignorance, and sheer discomfort. That won't happen in this series. There were sides to myself that I would have never confronted. I'll be honest, I've been insecure about somethings. Somehow doubt to the place of courage. Maybe I allowed life to have too much of an influence in my life. Which is foolish, by the way. I've always been proud of being myself, but recently I've accepted that I've only been a fragment of who I am. That fragmentation was realized every time I closed my eyes dreaming of one reality that felt more at home to me, then opening my eyes and seeing a life that doesn't match. No wonder why I'm restless or sometimes unsatisfied, even though, I've obtained some small victory. I'm displaced. The King Series is the pathway that will finally realign what is in my head to what is in my life. The first piece is a short story, where I tested my unorthodox nature: Ricky. The second piece or true piece so to say is a true story that took me sometime to write. You'll see why when you read it. It's titled, "No Longer a Prince Pt 1".

Every piece in the King Series will feature a signature crown.

Enjoy

A trial by fire burns away your weaknesses. What remains afterwards is a newer, more worthy, version of yourself. But it contains another lesson. One that I feel is more significant. The part of you that is unharmed by the fire, is the real you
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Ricky


"Sometimes you have to be karma"

Ricky


"Sometimes you have to be karma"

There's karma in life. It swirls around us like an omnipotent tornado. The wiser of us worship it in a way. We throw positives into it's wind filled recesses, confident that one day it will throw something back. Then there are those of us who don't throw positives into it. There are those of us who don't even respect it's presence. Those people get different outcomes. Enjoy my short story. I call it, "Ricky".