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Diary of a Teenage Emperor Series
Here is the first chapter of my new series. It is about a young man who finds out that he is the leader of a super power. I will e writing this over the next year. If you enjoy this, please consider making a donation. My goal is to raise 1500.00 a month.
January 2020
Wednesday 1st
My mother gave you to me before she died. She told me to keep this and use it to confide in you. I hope I will do you some justice.
Begin my personal diary.
Emperor Obadiah Walker
Ruler of the United Republic of Corinth
Thursday January 2nd 2020
New Years was off the hook. Yesterday I turned thirteen. I am a teenager now. I was born on New Years. Mom and dad (may they both rest in peace) fought over where to raise me.
My mother did not want to be in the public eye. She raised me in the United States. I spent my summers here in Saint Daniels. Our capitol city is huge. Three million people.
My dad the honorable Emperor Adala Kingston died two weeks ago. He got buried with full honors. As his son, the high council confirmed me as Emperor.
I spent my birthday being treated like an American rock star. I watched the television channels here. I thought we got a lot of channels on American television. They have twice as many channels over here. I get to watch Super Sentai over here too.
My birthday is a holiday in the states. It is here too. It was also the first day of my new life as Emperor. I spent yesterday meeting my staff. Dad had it covered. I met the members of what they call the Emperor’s hand.
They gave me the brief overview of their duties. The Emperor’s hand is my eyes and ears. There is General Jabin Lewis. He was my father’s oldest friend and now my chief of staff. Admiral Jonathan Apollo, my commander-in-chief of the military forces. General Hampton Sheridan (retired) he was my dad’s chief of staff. He wanted to serve as my representative to the High Council. Vice Admiral Festus Little who is my personal doctor and Lieutenant General Barnabas Collins, the head of the Federal Police.
I alway get two briefings. Jabin leads the staff meetings every day. They go over the agenda. They take care of things for me. The Emperor’s hand brings things to my attention. Most of the time they have the authority to act on something unless I need a final say.
We have an amazing food court here. Anything I wanted in America, I can get here. I ordered turkey and cornbread stuffing with mixed vegetables for lunch.
At five that evening, Jabin said I was needed in the Gold room on level six. I’ve only been here a day. I still don’t know my way around the place all that well. I can’t go anywhere in the palace without two uniformed and armed officers with me. Barnabas Collins is one of them and Colonel Hadar Clancy is the other one.
Once I got to the gold room, the double doors opened and the music began. Jabin told me that he planned my party weeks ago. He just always pictured my dad welcoming me to the Republic.
The party lasted six hours. Felicity Morrison, my press secretary took pictures and controlled the press. She was about ten years older than me. A few months out of college. She’s a gamer too. I think we will get along just fine.
This morning I am taking a soak in my new jetted bath tub. I could take a shower but that’s not me. I want to enjoy a soak before my full day as Emperor begins.
Friday 3rd
I had a full day today.I don’t know where to start. I got up at six this morning. I had a fresh set of new clothes waiting for me. Anthony Cooke, my personal aide got me up and told me that someone went nuts and shot-up the High Council chambers.
They did it over night. The new session started yesterday. They had to work well into the night on some bills that Councilman Clevers wanted. I thought the Republic had the most strict gun-laws in the world. My question was how did he get a gun into the High Council chambers in the first place?
Once Jabin and my Hand members briefed me, Jabin told me that General Sheridan was among the ones shot and killed.
My stomach sank at that news. I’ve known the man for two weeks.
TWO FREAKING WEEKS.
I won’t see him any more. I won’t get to hear the stories he told me about working for my dad. The trouble they got in as kids. Jabin was not too talkative during the meeting. He was very close with my dad and General Sheridan.
I look around the table at my staff. (I have a staff right now. This is insane)
Jabin Lewis. A father figure is how I would describe him. He’s very protective of me. Always makes sure things are perfect for me. He’s a father himself. Has a son. His name is Shawn. He’s like me. Part American too. Cool guy just like his father.
I look at Hampton Sheridan’s chair. Empty at the moment. I can’t help but picture him there. I’m doing everything in the world I can do to keep from crying.
Admiral Festus Little is my doctor. He is always watching me when I come into a room. He doubles as a psychologist too. He can tell when something is wrong. He’s right the majority of the time. I know I can trust him but this diary is my best friend.
Lieutenant General Barnabas Collins. He’s the youngest General in the history of the Royal Court. I’m told he’s only 46 years old. Keeps his head shaved. Always has a good joke to tell. He loves to keep the room calm. Don’t screw up around him. You will see his evil side in a flash.
There is his partner Colonel Hadar Clancy. That guy always has a mean look to his face. I wonder if he wakes up angry in the morning and goes to sleep angry. People around the palace say he’s a good guy. He’s just always quiet. In the States we say that you need to watch out for the quiet ones.
Now to my staff members. I will be writing about them a lot in this diary. I would not be where I am without them.
There is Colonel Josh Portman. Jabin’s deputy and chief of Staff. Josh is what we call a pretty boy in the states. He’s a ladies man. He’s smart too. Graduated number four in his class and was a JAG lawyer until Jabin recruited him. People say he is a smart ass. I haven’t seen any indication of that, yet.
Major Dennis Weaver is the Deputy Communications director of the Royal Palace. He too came to the royal court from the military. He was a JAG lawyer like Josh. I heard that they were in the same class together.
Captain Andrea Stark is my Communications Director. (Notice all my staffers seem to be in the military. Well, not all of them) She is darker than I am. She keeps her hair curly on purpose. She has a thick accent which everyone in the room seems to have trouble with except Jabin.
Felicity Morrison is a civilian and our Press Secretary. She is the youngest Press Secretary ever recruited by the Royal Court. I got to spend time with her before I was introduced to the Kingdom. She reassured me that she would help me gain my confidence so I can face the public when I’m ready. We shall see.
Anthony Cooke was eighteen. He just graduated from high school. He got accepted into the Royal Academy University Pre-Law program. I know who I’m leaning on when I need to talk things that affect our generation.
Mrs. Kelly Foster is my personal secretary. She makes sure I talk to various leaders around the world including that idiot that just got elected Will Dawson. I have a bad feeling about that guy.
Once the meeting was done, I met with members of the Emperor’s Hand. We had to figure out who we were going to appoint to replace General Sheridan. I told them I need a few days to figure that out.
After breakfast, Jabin escorted me to the identification lab. Okay. I got to say this because most of you will never experience what I just went though. They take your picture right there on the spot. I got three identification cards.
1. My Kingdom Identification card.
2. My School Identification Card
3. My Palace Key Card.
They stressed to me to keep those on me at all times. The last thing I had to do was get enrolled in the Royal Academy. I still got to graduate high school. Because I was the Emperor I was going to get special schooling.
My schedule was kept light because they never knew what was going to happen that needed my attention.
Saturday 4th
Here I am at the end of my first week as Emperor. Having this diary is better than talking to a human being. With my diary it is just myself and my thoughts. The diary won’t talk back to me or try to kiss my behind.
I found out just because you are the Emperor that does not mean that you get to sit on your behind like that last douche of a President did. Even Emperor’s have to work.
Jabin took me into town today. I also left out my poor driver and personal pilot Major Gabriel Bedford. I love that guy. He has a wicked sense of humor. He knows American culture well and he’s a gamer too. Two gamers I know. I’m going to like that guy.
I confide to Jabin how scared I was. I got no business leading the second most powerful nation in the world. I have no experience. Jabin encourages me and tells me that my father was ten when he became Emperor.
Ten years old. Are you kidding me? Jabin tells me the story of how terrorist killed my grandfather. They did not like that he was trying to make peace with America. My father put an end to them thanks to some great advice. I don’t know if I’m going to rule as long as he did.
We went to my father’s company. Kingston News Media. Well, I suppose you should say its mine now. My father wanted to introduce me to the Chairman and CEO of the company. His name was Max Sheppard.
Interesting guy. Bald spot in the center of his head. Beard and Mustache and was interested in serving in politics. He and my father founded the company. It was unusual for him to be working on a Saturday. Jabin called at the last minuet and arranged the meeting.
I told him about the empty seat that was on the Emperor’s hand. Jabin felt out of all the people in the Kingdom Max was perfect for the job. Max needed a couple of weeks to find out who he wanted in his role but he was on board. Jabin told me he would handle all the details.
We got back at one that afternoon and I had lunch with Shawn Lewis. He would become my best friend. We had so much in common. We liked the same television shows. Admired the same actors and actresses. He made the transition to Saint Daniels easier to deal with.
Shawn and I have known each other for four years. I met him when I came to Saint Daniels for the first time. I was scared. I did not know anyone. That is when I first met Jabin who was a Colonel. My dad assigned him to look after me.
Shawn has lived in Saint Daniels all his life. He has never been to America. One day I will take him when we get old enough.
Dad did his best to keep me out of the public eye while I was there. I did not get to see the Kingdom that much. That is going to change as I get used to being here.
Sunday 5th
I had a dream which momma told me to make sure to go to church. That raises the question, how do I go to church? I got up for breakfast that morning and mentioned it to Jabin.
I told him about the church that we belonged to in the states. Jabin said that I had multiple options. I could attend a church. That would be a huge security risk Barnabas weighed in. He would need a few days to secure the place.
That was not an option. The second option and that was the better option, we have a priest to come over and give us a sermon. Course the anti-religious freaks would get angry and raise a fuss.
There was a neutral place on the grounds we could go to. There was a Reverend who had training in multiple faiths. So we decided to take advantage of his training.
His name was Reverend Mark Hill. He’s black like me except a few shades darker. He’s been ministering all his life. Today he preached about compassion and how you should always have compassion for everyone. Even your enemies.
I met with him afterward. We had drinks. Well by drinks I had some lemonade and he had a soda. I told him about my father who I did not know all that well but loved him. I also loved my mother. She was my whole world. I could always talk to both of them and share my deepest secrets. I told him about the diary I started. He suggested that I name my diary after my parents. That way they would always be with me. No matter what.
So from now on, when I write inside this diary, I’m going to address you as Catherine Walker and Adala Kingston. My loving parents.
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Cordell’s Wish
Dear Internet community
I have seen you guys do some amazing things over the years for people who are in need. I thought I would compose a post fully explaining my story and I hope once it gets out you guys will band together for me like you have for so many in need.
In 2003, I discovered that I had macular degeneration in both of my eyes. I had just lost my job at the time and had no insurance. Six months. It took six months for me to find insurance coverage but by that time the damage to my left eye was so bad that even if I had surgery nothing could restore the sight I was going to lose. We were however able to save my vision in my right eye.
The next five years were an adjustment as I got used to being a disabled citizen. I had a hard time asking and accepting help. Eventually, I began using the services that the city offered and then the unthinkable happened. I hurt my back so bad that it hurts like hell to walk some days, I suffered three bad falls in public and was forced to come home.
My grandmother, as loving as she is can be a controlling and very abusive person. My grandfather found that out because she cut him so bad once that he required 300 stitches and somehow she avoided going to jail. I always tread carefully when I’m around her because if you do something she doesn’t like you will get threatened, you will get cussed at and she will talk about you all over the county. I know I have seen her do it.
I tried living with her in 2013 for a few months until she began threatening to destroy my personal property. I moved out for a few months. Things got so hard for me that I was forced to move back in. That didn’t last because her violent and abusive behavior towards me worsened. I moved out in 2014 when a cousin offered me use of her trailer.
Let me tell you, that was the happiest moment of my life. For the next two years, I was in heaven. I was struggling financially but I was happy. In May of 2017, she calls me frantically one night claiming that one of her neighbors from across the street was trying to break into her house. I had been noticing for some time now that her memory had been getting worse.
You tell her one thing one moment and the next she forget it. If you confronted her about it, she would yell and scream that she’s old and that she forgets sometimes but not all the time. Anyway, she orders me to come down to her house and move in. She basically curses me out for two hours until I finally agreed to move in despite my gut telling me it was a bad idea.
For the rest of the year, I watched her get worse and worse every day. This November was the worst for me. She has cursed me out, been violent with me, threatened my life, taken away my privacy and made it damn near impossible for me to have a day of peace in this house. You can’t say anything back to her without her getting violent, but yet when she wants something from me she knows how to be nice. She has called me a son of a bitch, a mother fucker, a lazy stinking hoe who sits on his ass and writes every day.
In short, I am miserable here. I am here to plead with the internet community. I am going to list below some shirts I have for sale. I have two goals I want to accomplish. One, I want to raise enough money so that eventually I can go put in a cash offer on a place and move out of here as fast as possible. I need my happy place and I believe with the help of the internet community I can get there. I have nine shirts for sale and I can make more items in time but for right now I’m focusing on shirts. I would like to sell 1000 shirts a piece. If I can do that for at least three months straight not only will I raise enough money to buy myself a house but I can also have the funds to put her in a nursing home if she ever changes her mind and it’s a big if at this point.
Well that is my story and if you want to see me get a happy ending, this is where you can help. Purchase any one of my shirts below and the money raised will go towards my goal. Thank you.
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Cordell’s Wish
I started my tee shirt business a few months ago. It has not gone as well as I had expected, but I can’t give up on it.
I have read blog posts where people who were in a worst position than I was came from very little money to earning well over one hundred grand a month. I know its going to take some work on my part and I may have to spend money to make money but in the meantime. I am here today to make a plea to the internet community.
I am in an impossible living situation. A relative I love dearly has early onset Alzheimer’s.
She will never admit that she has the disease but when she has attacks, I am often the target of it. She curses me out, she calls me a son of a bitch, she insults my character and says I never do anything to help her. She even got very violent with me a few weeks ago threatening to destroy everything I own. I can’t live like this and so I am coming to the internet community for help.
I am on limited income. I also live out in the country. One of the reasons why I started my Tee Shirt business is that one day, i will have a design that will take off, a simple message that will help me earn enough money to be able to do what I have always wanted to do, go back to the city and live on my own.
I feel my tee-shirt business can help me. If I am able to sell 1000 shirts a month, I can not only easily meet my goal but reinvest that money elsewhere and try to be in a better position so that when and if my grandmother decides she wants to go to a nursing home, I can have the money to help give her the proper care.
The name of my business and I like it is Cordell’s Wish. I think it’s cool because you now know the reason why I am trying so hard to better my life. I want to have a safe place. The sales of these Tee shirts and any other items will be used to purchase myself a house in the city.
Help me out internet community. I will post below the shirts I have for sale. There are other items I can begin selling at some point but only once I have the funds to have some cool graphics designed.
These are the shirts I have for sale right now.
As I add more shirts I will update this post
List of shirts for sale
My favorite one to date. I just happened to see someone mention that they hate Nazis on twitter. I tried to put that on the shirt but apparently Nazis are a restricted word on t-spring. That’s okay
This idea was given to me by my buddy Darryl
My Tee Shirt Business Goals
I have joined with Tee Spring in the hopes that once my shirts start selling and I have simple shirt that I’m selling I hope to use the extra income to help me deal with these unexpected medical expenses that have come up.
Two, you guys know that it’s my goal and dream to purchase my own house closer to town. I want to live in Hertford County, close to Ahoskie and my family. It takes money for me to plan anything. I want to give you guys some motivation. If you can help me raise the money I need to buy my own place, I would be greatly appreciated. I currently live with someone who has Alzheimer and I’m having a rough time with it. I’m under constant stress and I’m not happy here. I started this business to help me with the expenses that come up. I’m also on a fixed income and you can only do so much with a fixed income.
I also want to raise enough money so I can make a dream come true. I want to go to a Stephanie Miller Sexy liberal comedy show and buy some VIP tickets. Once I get that off my list my final dream is to launch my own publishing company for novels and comic books. Folks this takes money for me to raise so help me out here. If you want to see me succeed please purchase my shirts and spread the word about what I’m trying to do.
Once
A Demonic Plague Tease #2
The accident happened just moments ago.
Marcus.
Cried the voice of Margret Chamberlin. Marcus had no idea the chain of event that happened before the car hit him. How the secret service had witnessed the accident, detained the driver and was present when Margret had been shot by someone.
As this happened, Marcus had learned how to cope with pain. One of the numerous supernatural abilities he had was the power to create dreams and retreat into that world. Since he met his older self a few months ago, he had been practicing with that ability.
He found himself back at his mom’s house. The brick house where he spent the first few years of his life. He was playing on his swing set. Trying to make sense of the way the people in the church reacted.
“Older self, are you in here?” he called out.
As if on cue, the older version of himself appeared. This time he looked bloodied, bruised as if he had been in a serious battle for his life.
“What happened to you?”
“I got injured in a fight.” He said as he joined him at the swing set. “You started learning how to use your powers,” the older Marcus smiled, “that makes me feel good. I couldn’t figure out how to do this until I was seventy-five.”
The little boy nodded, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing but the second of his supernatural gifts activated. He could scan his older self-mind. The older version of Marcus smiled, he blocked and countered the scan.
“I can’t let you see what’s in store for you just yet,” he sad as he patted him on his shoulders.
“Why not?” asked the younger Marcus.
“You got to have a child hood. There’s a man getting ready to come into our lives. His name is Agent Duncan and you can trust him. He will take good care of us. Trust him. He’s going to save our life one day.”
“But Mrs. Chamberlin,”
“Can’t help us.” Older Marcus said. “I’m sorry for the pain you are going through but you are going to get strong.”
“I am?” he innocently said.
“You are,” older Marcus reflected, “I can’t say how but you will. Now, I got to go, I got some sad shit to deal with. Enjoy this time in your life, please.”
A Demonic Plague: A sneak peak #1
Episode One
Before he became the Boy with a destiny — the One Who Walked In, the First and Last best chance for hope, who lived two thousand years — he was just a boy in North Carolina, name Marcus.
Marcus Henry Archer.
The day Marcus was born, his mother Tiffany, was eighteen years old. Tiffany named her baby Marcus for her own father, who had busted his butt trying to take care of her by working three jobs, and gave him the middle name Henry because it was her favorite character from the ABC series Once Upon a Time. Tiffany had never been into reading but she had been an avid fan of watching television. She might have given him the first name of Charming but that did not make sense as a first name. She wanted her son to be a wise, thoughtful and powerful person when he grows up and have a better life than she had or her father had.
Marcus father was a man who came into Kentucky Fried Chicken one day where Tiffany worked as a food-line supervisor. She had been working there part-time at the age of sixteen where she wanted to earn some extra money to buy some technological gadgets she had been eyeing, the man was in uniform, he was a police officer and Tiffany always had a thing for men in uniform. Kentucky Fried Chicken was one of the most popular places to eat in their small town and was always busy, especially on Sunday afternoons when the church crowd would come in and order buckets of chicken. Let’s face it, some people don’t want to cook on Sunday’s. The man, whose name was, Shawn Archer, was a Sergeant with the Blue River Police Department, and he was a sweet talker who told Tiffany as she fixed his order, six chicken tenders with a side order of macaroni and cheese and potato wedges with three biscuits, and then later when she was on her break he would tell her how pretty she was and how he liked her curly long hair and black eyes and slender wrist, said it all in such a way that it sounded like he meant it, and not the way the boys who flirted at her in school would say it, as if the words would open up a door to her soul in ways it had not been opened before. He was driving his city issued patrol car as he was on duty at the time but off duty, he owned a Mercury Mountaineer that was his pride and joy, with a digital dashboard that reminded people of the starship Enterprise and had leather seats creamy as butter. She could love that man but he was ten years older than she was. Could she date a man old enough to be her big brother? They decided to date and four months later, they announced to the city that they were getting married. She was marrying one of Blue Hill’s finest. She was convinced that she was in a fairy tale, that no one would be interested in a cook who works at a fast food place, but it was happening, she was getting married and her boss made sure she would have enough time off to enjoy her honeymoon. She had earned it after all.
The day of her wedding, she felt strange, sick to her stomach. She thought maybe it was the bad batch of eggs she had eaten for breakfast. As she said I do at the end, she fainted which caused quite the conversation in the church. The ambulance was called and she was rushed to the hospital given a police escort and when she arrived at the emergency room, she would be given the most wonderful news, she was pregnant.
After she received word that she was going to have a child, the town celebrated. She went away for two weeks on her honey moon with her husband. When she came back, he insisted that she work part-time because he wanted their baby to be healthy. She decreased her hours to part-time while depending on her husband to make sure the bills were paid. The pregnancy was easy, right up until the end, the delivery on the other hand, that was bad and fast, her little Marcus eventually came into the world. By that time, Marcus father had been promoted to Major and had been reduced to staying at the station most of the day which was fine by Tiffany, she did not have to worry about someone putting a bullet in her husband. By the time Marcus had been born, their brand-new ranch style house had been completed and they were only living in it a couple of days before Marcus came into the world. Marcus bedroom was right next to his parent’s room. His father had brought a security system and installed it himself. Cameras attached to the front door, the back door where the patio was located, and the two of them downloaded an app to their phones that would always show them when unexpected visitors arrived at their house. Tiffany had been prepared, going to Roses to buy things like sleeping clothes, regular clothes, little baby toys to keep her little man entertained for hours. She had read a book and talked to many of her relatives on what she would need for her son. She wanted her baby to be smart so she would buy little computers to hang over his crib, a starship to spark his imagination. From the start Tiffany always thought of her baby as “the one,” because in her heart, she knows there is something special about her child. When she had the ultrasound done at the hospital, they told her that she was going to have a boy and that made her happy. In her family, mostly girls had been born and rarely had any boys been born. Looking at the pictures of the baby, the nurse laughed and said, Honey, this baby is destined for something amazing. Sometimes you can look at them and tell, others you can’t, and this is one of those times.
Tiffany did not know what the nurse meant, maybe it was one of those things that nurses say to expecting mothers, she decided she was okay with that. They had spent weeks getting the baby’s room ready. They did not move in until the furniture had been set up, posters of what boys were into were placed in his room and the room itself had been painted blue which was supposed to be a calming color. His father had made a comment about putting some wall paper up or maybe a feature wall in case the boy decides he wants to experiment with paint, but Tiffany requested a comfortable chair in the room so she could sit and watch her son and spend some time with him.
The baby came in December, the boy she’d wanted and named Michael Henry Archer; she did change her name when she married her husband Shawn. Shawn was her world, he was always so good to her. She was proud of the man’s name Archer. Tiffany was a fan of science fiction and had been a fan of Star Trek: Enterprise. She took delight in knowing her name was now the same of the man who helped to found the United Federation of Planets. She looked at Marcus, her beautiful bi-racial baby who looked more like she did than her father, but Marcus had golden hair, a trait that you would not find in many black babies, the golden hair must have come from his father’s genes.
As a new mother, Tiffany always enjoyed spending time with her son. This time when race relations were growing worse. Tiffany enjoyed feeding and rocking her baby, and when Marcus would cry in the middle of the night, she would get up and change him. Tiffany would always get up out of her bed, careful to wake her husband up. For three years, she was happy, her marriage was perfect and then in an instant. Her marriage was gone, racism had shown its ugly head when the Sons of Carolina, a racist organization determined to wipe out anyone of color did the unthinkable, they targeted Shawn, her husband and put out a hit on him. Shawn, was not a black man, he was white, but he had black officers in the department who worked for him who had expressed frustration in dealing with certain members of the white community who had been growing bolder in their racism. One night, a routine call turned into something serious. Tiffany remembered that night because she had just kissed her husband good-bye. They were shorthanded at work. He decided to go out and answer calls. As a supervisor, he was under no obligation to do so but that was the type of man Shawn Archer was. He liked helping his men and his men respected him for that. She had the scanner own listening to the calls. The Drakes were causing drama again and Shawn had to calm them down. A group of teenagers were causing trouble all over town, nothing too out of the ordinary but then as Shawn was getting ready to head back to the station, a car sped down the street at ninety miles an hour, nearly clipping him. He gave chase.
Just a small tease of my next novel. Thoughts…..
Mobile Home?
When I make my first one hundred thousand dollars, I think I will just use that money to buy myself an inexpensive lot close to town and two, by a mobile home strong enough to withstand hurricane force winds. I’ve made a few sales so far but I would love it if I woke up one morning and see my balance say 100,000 after taxes.
My plan would go something like this, buy myself a lot. I already have one picked out, buy the home, get it bricked in. Buy some furniture, appliances and whatever is left, I will use to put into my business. Buying some ISBN numbers and launching my publishing business. I want to publish 12 books a year from science fiction to dramas, to legal dramas. If I can’t be a screenwriter than I will be a published author. I want my friends and my online community to be proud of me for sacrificing and putting in so much hard work.
But the first major purchase I will make with my money is a new home. I deserve my own place to live where I can have my own space, not have to take care of anyone, can answer to no one but myself. It’s going to happen, I have to believe.
From Disabled to Famous 