The mighty have fallen…..

Evelyn stubbed out her cigarette and moved towards the hallway that they had been filming in for the past few hours. There was a difficult scene that the director was being very particular about that sat outside of one of the many ornate and massive bedrooms in the castle. Another giggle echoed out and bounced along the stone walls as Evelyn walked quietly over to peer around the open door. She almost dropped her matches as she realized it was exactly who she feared it was. 

A Letter To The Second Life Community…

The Virtual Black History Museum was my eventual “passion project”. I never really had one…I mainly had hobbies that I got pockets of enjoyment from. But what I wanted was that really wholesome, nourishing sense of purpose. That is where that spark started to grow into an idea, and with the right support it grew into a proper establishment.