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05/02/2026

03/15/2026

COMING SOON 👀👀👀👀

A LOTUS FROM THA CRACKS: The Unfolding of KieshaThaCreator
A Personal Memoir by Lakiesha Edwards (KieshaThaCreator)

PUBLISHER Toolegit Tooquit

A LOTUS FROM THA CRACKS is the raw, unfiltered journey of Lakiesha Edwards—a woman born into chaos, raised in silence, and reborn through the power of creation. Before she was KieshaThaCreator, the award-winning screenwriter, author, poet, and CEO of Creative Empire LLC, she was just a quiet southern girl battling trauma, poverty, and invisibility in a world that never made room for her voice.
Told with bold vulnerability, this memoir unveils the truth behind the titles, platforms, and accolades. It chronicles the pain of childhood abuse, the confusion of early motherhood, the suffocating weight of silence, and the relentless search for purpose amidst it all. Through it, Kiesha invites readers into the intimate, gritty chapters of her life—the ones she once buried beneath shame and survival.
But this isn’t just a story of suffering. It’s a story of sacred transformation.
Each chapter is a testament to resilience, revealing how faith, creativity, and unapologetic storytelling became her salvation. From turning poems into lifelines to building a platform that uplifts others, Kiesha doesn’t just reflect—she reclaims. With honesty and grace, she sheds light on generational pain, the broken systems that failed her, and the divine purpose that ultimately called her higher.
A LOTUS FROM THA CRACKS is more than a memoir. It’s a mirror for every woman who has ever been silenced, every survivor who’s still healing, and every creative soul daring to bloom despite the odds. Kiesha doesn’t just share her story—she teaches others how to rise, rebuild, and reignite their power.
This is the unfolding. This is the rise. This is KieshaThaCreator.
Tagline: She came from the cracks—but she grew anyway. A voice, a vision, a vessel. Kiesha didn’t just survive—she created her way out.

03/06/2026

FOUR PAGE LETTER

LOGLINE
Thirteen years after witnessing her mother’s brutal murder, a determined young detective receives a four-page letter from the man who got away with it—forcing her into a psychological cat-and-mouse game with a killer who has been watching her life as closely as he once watched her mother.

SYNOPSIS
At twelve years old, Raina Tian Carter stood frozen in her kitchen doorway and watched a man slit her mother’s throat with chilling patience. There was no rage. No struggle. Just precision. Before leaving, he crouched down in front of her, pressed a finger to his lips, and whispered, “Shhhhhhh.”
He walked out.
He was never caught.
Thirteen years later, Raina has turned trauma into purpose. Now twenty-five and working in Major Crimes, she built her life around one vow: if the system couldn’t find him then, she would become the system. Calm, analytical, and controlled, Detective Carter has made a name for herself hunting predators—each case sharpening the unresolved edge of her own.
But on the anniversary of her mother’s death, a plain manila envelope arrives at the department, addressed directly to her.
Inside are four typed pages.
No return address.
No signature.
No fingerprints.
Just words.
The writer recounts intimate details of her mother’s life—details never released to the public. He describes watching her for years before the murder. His obsession. His entitlement. His belief that her mother “chose not to give him a chance.”
And then the line that tightens everything:
Watching you is like watching her all over again.
The letter confirms what Raina has feared for years—he didn’t disappear.
He evolved.
As more four-page letters arrive—always typed, always methodical—the killer reveals he knows her routines, her habits, her 6:00 a.m. runs, her guarded way of living. He has moved closer. He studies her the way he once studied her mother.
This isn’t a confession.
It’s surveillance.
Now Raina must balance her role as detective with her role as target, carefully navigating department politics while refusing to be pulled off the case. The man who shaped her life believes he owns her story. But what he doesn’t realize is that Raina is no longer the frozen twelve-year-old in the doorway.
She’s the hunter now.
And she’s been waiting, too.

02/24/2026

THE HOUSE (Fresh Flesh)

London Miller was thirty years old when she learned that love can blind you to danger.

Ryan was handsome. Charismatic. The kind of man people stared at when he walked into a room. But he was always high. There was always something slightly off — the way he would stare too long, talk too fast, disappear into himself.
London ignored it.

They moved into a house together. It didn’t feel right from the beginning. The back room was always freezing cold. The dog constantly tried to escape — clawing at doors, crying, trying to squeeze through gates. London always felt uneasy, like something wasn’t right in the atmosphere.
But she stayed.

Over time, Ryan became more aggressive. Mood swings. Paranoia. Long nights where he talked to himself. She excused it as stress. Or drugs. Or just a phase.

One night, London was asleep when Ryan came into the room.
He was high.
She could tell by the way he was talking from the bathroom.
“It’s coming. It’s coming.”
She didn’t respond. She’d heard strange talk before.
Then he came closer.
Before she understood what was happening, he grabbed her jaw and bit down as hard as he could.
Not a playful bite.
Not anger.

He tore through her flesh.
She screamed as his teeth ripped into her cheek. Blood covered her neck and chest. Her roommate, Syria, ran into the room and tried to pull him off.
He wouldn’t release her.
When Syria finally forced his mouth open, he lunged again — this time biting her bottom lip and shaking his head violently.

London’s screams were muffled because half her face was in his mouth.
Syria fought to pry him off.
Suddenly, he went limp.
He fell asleep as if someone had knocked him out.
“RUN,” Syria yelled.
London ran.

As she reached the door, Ryan woke up again and chased her. She ran out of the house and hid under a car in the patio, holding her breath while he searched for her outside.

He was growling. Looking around frantically.
After several minutes, he went back inside.
London ran to a neighbor’s house, covered in blood.
When police arrived, they were shocked by her injuries. At the hospital, doctors glued and stitched her jaw and lip back together.
It was labeled a drug-induced psychotic episode.
London survived.
But she doesn’t date the same anymore.
Some scars heal on the outside.
Some don’t

02/23/2026

TAGLINE
Every family has secrets. But theirs were opened long before they knew how to survive them.

LOGLINE
Three sisters struggling to build stable adult lives are forced to confront buried childhood trauma when the youngest spirals out of control — reopening a dangerous past that threatens to unravel their entire family.

Before foster care.
Before the Hensons.
Before the overdose.
There were secrets Heiress kept long before she even had the language for them.
Heiress grew up knowing how to read danger the way other children read bedtime stories.
She learned to sleep with a knife tucked under her pillow, not because she was violent, but because she was terrified.
Her mother had “company.”
Men who forgot what room they needed to be in.
Men who wandered.
Men who didn’t know — or didn’t care — that children lived there.
Heiress became the shield.
She would grab Blossom and London by the wrists, ushering them into the small back bedroom, locking the door, whispering:
“Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”
She was 10 years old, but already the mother she’d one day be forced to become.
Sometimes their mother owed favors — money, drugs, promises she couldn’t keep.
And when she couldn’t pay, she offered the only thing she valued enough to bargain with…
but not enough to protect.
“My precious little girls,” she’d say, drunk or high or gone in the eyes,
like the phrase was a spell she could cast to turn the situation into something softer.
But, Heiress knew.
She knew why the men lingered too long.
She knew what those looks meant.
She knew what danger her mother was willing to negotiate with.
So she fought.
Blocked.
Shielded.
Lied.
Screamed.
Did whatever she had to do to keep the door closed, to keep the girls out of reach.
The trauma everyone remembers starts with the overdose.
But the trauma that shaped everything —
the trauma that built Heiress into a wall,
turned London into a quiet survivor,
and made Blossom a flight risk for the rest of her life
happened long before the system ever stepped in.
And that is why Heiress can’t let go.
Why she clings to control.
Why she panics when Blossom spirals.
Why London tries to keep peace at all costs.
Their mother didn’t just leave them broken.
She opened Pandora’s Box long before the girls even understood what was insiders

02/21/2026

(Coming 2026)

LOTUS FROM THA CRACKS
The Unfolding of KieshaThaCreator
Lakiesha Edwards

A silent little girl survives abuse, poverty, gang violence, early motherhood, betrayal, and near-death—then rebuilds her life through faith and storytelling, becoming KieshaThaCreator and building Creative Empire from broken pieces.

(Back-cover)

I was so quiet as a child people thought I couldn’t talk. That silence made me invisible—and invisibility became dangerous. LOTUS FROM THA CRACKS is my true story: from rural Southern poverty to the streets of Las Vegas, from predators and gang loss to prison love, early motherhood, and survival after violence that should’ve ended me. This is not a perfect story. It’s a real one. And it’s the truth of how a woman turns pain into pages and pages into purpose.

THANK YOU Toolegit Tooquit for the flyer, the cover & publishing