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A proper introduction

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I’m usually the person in the room that dreads an introduction, wishing I was coincidently forgotten in the crowd. I would always think to myself, where do I start? What will I say about my life that will be as interesting as my short stories? I also worry too much. I am immensely grateful that I have been asked to share my story.

To Start, My Name is Bambzi Ellis, Pronounced BAM-ZEE Ellis.

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I am a graduate school dropout that decided to take photos and write for a living. Before COVID-19, I worked in the industry of Museum Education for two years as an Interpreter. I am one of a set of triplets (two boys, one girl) along with an older sister. We grew up with our army veteran parents and our dog, Buster, in a small town in North Carolina. The town we live in is just as small-town as it gets. Not the Hallmark movie quality small town, but it still carries a charm of its own. Growing up, we would take trips to the mountains, they were a favorite place for the family to take trips. I remember falling deep for the cloud kissed peaks, the gradient shades of yellows and reds in the trees. I told myself one day I am going to live in these mountains because I loved them so much. After a mental breakdown trying to settle for a public school, I decided to go to college in the mountains. …


Reapers Are A Girl’s BestFriend(ZATR #1)

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Photo by Mitja Juraja from Pexels

Zulie’s mother did not wake up with her in the woods the next morning.

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Photo by Steven Kamenar on Unsplash

The girl nearly sprained her own wrist from the force she had in her body straining to roll her mother off the bed of grass, leaves, and branches that she broke off from the trees. She knew she was too skinny and too weak to be doing this herself, but there was no other way to get her off. The bed crumbled underneath the mother’s body as she rolled over. Zulie isn’t sure if the cracking sounds were just from the bed or her joints. …


We’re a little boat coasting through the pandemic — going with the flow of change

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Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash

Day 859347 Of Living In A Pandemic.

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Photo by Adam Nieścioruk on Unsplash

Here we are in November, day 859347 of living in a pandemic. Sadly, not much has changed. Except it’s now flu season, collaborating with the threat of the coronavirus and seasonal allergies. It’s like a WWE Pay per view program for the other countries that are doing better than us, and the aliens floating past us in their UFOs.

Fighting to survive coronavirus is the Royal Rumble match against a tag team partner and the Royal Rumble contestants are us and the rest of the world. Instead, the tag team partnership is knocking us around and dominating because instead of forming an alliance to knock out the partners, it’s everyone for themselves. …


A reflection — And brief moment of my Thanksgiving weekend

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Photo by Bruno Figueiredo on Unsplash

Time is what we want most and use the worst- William Penn

You Should Never Dwell On Time Ill Spent

No matter what you do, it is a currency that you will never get back. And regret will not refund your time. With that being said, this is my declare to walk a life path with a different purpose. To appreciate the time that created my most cherished memories. To value the time I have left. …


I feel like a brand new person

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Photo by Kim Carpenter on Unsplash

I want to preface that this is the condensed version of a very long journey with my hair. I put my hair through hell and back. I went through a long journey to create this version of myself that I thought was the most beautiful. With that being said, Take from my story and learn that you are not your hair. Hair can be beautiful, but it’s not what makes you beautiful. Your personality makes you beautiful. Being kind makes you beautiful. The way you love your loved ones makes you beautiful. Your beauty is deeper than hair. …


A short story about finding the truth

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Photo by pepe nero on Unsplash

The rain slapped a saccadic rhythm on the loose rocks that the boy mimicked as he ran. He crunched the backs of small beetles on his bare heels as they passed him on the trail back home. He snapped his third pair of sandals this week in the woods. Every so often he liked twisting his foot into the earth as he stepped down, to make sure they were dead. It was a favorite pastime of the boy, running through the woods on his own. …


A bewitching gem by Margaret Rogerson

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Photo by Indigo

A made a wonderful discovery in the last week. Amongst what seemed like an endless tunnel of dragged read after dragged read, I found a diamond in the rough. A book that got me out of a reading slump. And it was in the last genre I expected to help.

A Book I Never Expected To Enjoy


They can probably help you too

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It’s been over a month since I started writing content for Medium. Perhaps a bit less than that since I started writing for this publication. Regardless I’ve noticed that the quality of my content is evolving. Originally, my intention for Medium was to utilize the outlet for my fiction stories. Of course that takes more time for me to brainstorm an idea, write and then edit the story. Now, I’m developing what I call an e-journal. The content is directed towards myself in the medium of poems and flash articles. However small the views, they are still getting one or two more readers than I expect. Is it for the better? For the worse? …


Underneath a sunless sky, a boy became a thief and a knight.

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Photo by Rendiansyah on Unsplash

Stealing Supplies Were A Matter Of Life And Death.

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Photo by Kashif Robinson on Unsplash

In Celestalia, there is no night but a sunless sky, hours of a scape of voluminous clouds as dark as ash and coal that blanket the sun. The sun never sets. No one knows what disrupted the skies. Some people believe the sun finally bested the moon. Others say the moon was tired of serving an ungrateful kind. Some have adapted over the century ,but those that haven’t caused them to suffer inexplainable illnesses developed from the endless sun. In the time the sun is smothered in the clouds, the knights strike the well off and provide supplies for the far off. …

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