Eleven 29 Publishing Group

12/22/2025

THE TRUTH KILLS ALL LYING ROADS”
Written by MD REVO

The sound of the large marble door slowly opens. And the Queen Rulers of Janada, walks inside the cold, poorly lit room. They form a circle around the FEM-slave.

Nejada: “You can’t keep running from the truth, right?”

Zeya: “At some point, truth & righteousness will engulf all that does not serve humanity and God.”

Revaria: “At some point, you will have to cleanse yourself of your fathers curse that has been embedded in your mind since you were a child.”

Zeya: “Lastly, you are the gateway to where unrighteous energy has full entrance and infiltration into your community and the family.”

Nejada: “You side and protect a coward that disrespected Layria and our son. The same way, your unrighteous father protected Deria when she disrespected you.”

Revaria: “The Universe has shown us both the truth. I chose to live In it. And you chose to hide from it.”

Zeya: “Let here be peace between us. Hopefully, I’ll see you on the vibration that will stop these curses from traumatizing the innocent generations that have been born and the ones that have yet to inhale the air of this world.”

WE ARE REVOLOU!

12/02/2025

"REVO CAPRICORNUS" - WRITTEN BY MD Revo

I look at this world like Siegel did Vegas,
No Virginia Hill, I'm just a Revo with a vision.
This is my position, REVOLOU is my religion,
I'm feeling like Moses, trying to save God's children.
This is Josephine Baker, when she first sang on that stage,
This is MLK, with a rifle and grenades.
This is Gandhi, with black shades and an AK,
Aimed at the face of Nathuram Godse.
I'm feeling like JFK, when he went to Dallas,
I'm waving at the crowd, and they waiting for that sound.
They're hearts are full of malice, they trying to crack my vision,
But I got a bulletproof soul, they can never kill the mission.
I'm relentless, they pretentious, so they begging for forgiveness,
I'm God's writer, observe, every word is religious.
And if I was the Judge, then your soul would be sentenced,
And if I ever had a grudge, it's because your love was suspicious.

This original poem appears courtesy of Eleven 29 Publishing Group x RevoLou

11/08/2025

FROM THE WORLD'S MOST PROVOCATIVE WRITER, MD REVO

The Sins in Kingston is a ferocious short story about Jeton Weus and his "strange" business relationship with a barbarous Jamaican woman, her name is Bertena Moncriefe.

Bertena is trying to use her "influence" to merge a "relationship" between Jeton and the infamous Christopher Coke. But "something" weird happens that may threaten the unity of everyone involved. Including, the innocent.

AN OFFICIAL EXCERPT:

Bertena tapped him on the shoulder and moved closer. “If you buy from me, I will introduce you to Dudus.”

Jeton opened his eyes, slowly. “Christopher Coke? Leader of the Shower Posse?”

“Yes. So you’ve heard of him?”

“Of course. My uncle knew his father, Jim Brown. Jim started the Shower Posse.”

“I have a question for you. Do you know why they call it the Shower Posse?”

“No. But you should tell me.”

Bertena took the joint out of his fingers. “Well…there are two theories.”

“Two?”

“The first theory is…they get the name because they shower their political supporters with gifts. Like trips, cars, etc.”

“What’s the other theory?”

Bertena inhaled the cannabis smoke. “The other theory is the gang showers their enemies with bullets.” She watched a smirk come across his handsome face. “When did you and Jim become friends?”

“I wouldn’t technically say WE are friends. My uncle is the one who knew him. They met in the ‘80’s when Edward Seaga was about to be elected Prime Minister.”

“Did you ever meet Jim?”

Jeton took the joint from her fingers. “The first time I met Jim personally was a few months after his daughter was murdered.”

Bertena watched the cannabis smoke fade into the air. “So you have no problem traveling to Tivoli Gardens?”

“There shouldn’t be a problem.”

“You know that’s West Kingston?”

“I know.”

“Do you know the history of Tivoli Gardens?”

“I know some. It used to be called Back-o-Wall.”

Bertena was surprised by what he said.

Jeton noticed the unexpected reaction on her gorgeous face. He continued speaking with eloquence. “It was once a stretch of wasteland beside the Kingston harbor. The houses were made of old matchboards and mud. There was no plumbing and no electricity. It was horrendous before your country won its independence from Britain in 1962. Seaga came in and changed the darkness into life and hope.”

Bertena remained quiet and allowed him to speak freely.

Jeton inhaled the cannabis smoke and exhaled slowly. “I also come from a poor community like Tivoli. I respect Dudus. He’s a strong leader.” He placed the rest of the joint into a golden ashtray on the marble table. “Dudus has developed community programs for poor people. And the Jamaican police have to get permission to enter his neighborhood. Now that’s power! I like that.”

Bertena was impressed by his mannerisms and confidence. “What can you offer?”

Jeton picked up his glass of rum and took another sip. “What I can offer him at this time are AMP-69’s.”

“Explain.”

Bertena took a deep breath and looked directly into his stern eyes. She sensed his curiosity, so she spoke softly but sternly. “They are Hungarian-manufactured assault rifles capable of firing rifle grenades. He knows what they are. If I agree to your terms and buy directly from you, then I expect you to honor the agreement with your life. Don’t give me an answer now. Think about it long and hard before you make a decision. You know my reputation and the reputation of my brothers in Albania. Especially when it comes to matters of business and loyalty.”

THE SINS IN KINGSTON
WRITTEN BY MD REVO
RELEASE DATE: DECEMBER 22, 2025

11/06/2025

11/04/2025

Very important message from a fellow ✍️ writer.

10/23/2025

EXCERPT from Only The Bad Things You Remember // Written by MD REVO // from The Daughters Of Hustle series

ANTOINETTE “BOOGIE” MATTHEWS LEANED against the far back window, inside of Manuela's - the best empanada shop in the entire City of Lawrencia. She pulled her long auburn hair away from her soft brown eyes and stared directly at the large picture of Federica Montseny on the wall. The golden frame picture of the Spanish Anarchist leader and intellectual appeared as a blatant tribute to her soul.

Boogie smiled as she remembered the evening her mother, SANCHA LUISA, introduced her to the Spanish Revolution of 1936. The sound of her mother’s voice suddenly appeared and invaded her soul.

Her mother said: “It began as a revolt by right-wing Spanish military officers in Spanish Morocco...and it moved quickly to the mainland of Spain. Then General Francisco Franco broadcast a message...from the Canary Islands...calling for all army officers to join the uprising, so they could overthrow Spain’s leftist Republican government and...”

Boogie smiled, and then whispered: “And within three days...the rebels captured Morocco.” She exhaled softly and continued to stare at the large framed picture on the wall. The sound of her mother’s voice disappeared again.

“Number 150,” said the man from the counter. He spoke louder. “Five Carne Asadas and two Faty’s, with no lemon.”

Boogie turned around and observed the large number of people waiting in line. She glanced at the man at the counter before she sat down at the large wooden table. She looked down at the research paper, next to her glass of sweet tea. She raised the sleeves on her beige, cashmere sweater, and then slowly turned the pages. She found the last page she had read and began to read quietly.

“A true revolution begins with a certain ideology...that normally demands independence from the natural order of things. Then it becomes...an eventful way of life...with a paramount focus on changing the political, economic...and...the social structure of a society.”

Boogie paused and thought about what she just read. She turned to the cover page, and with great admiration. She stared at the author, CHARLES HUFFMAN.

The man at the counter yelled again, “Number 152. Two Greek salads, with no cucumbers and extra banana peppers.”

Boogie watched as a tall and deliciously curvy woman walked confidently towards the counter. She was wearing a black, satin dress that was wrapped tightly around her body like new skin. She resembled a younger, seductive version of Rita Moreno. She stood at the counter and paid for her order.

Boogie continued to stare at the woman’s turquoise, diamond-encrusted heels. She immediately thought about THE ROSES.

The woman turned around and noticed Boogie watching her. She smiled and began to walk out of the shop. The man at the counter glanced towards Boogie as she focused her attention back on the research paper. She continued to read quietly.

“The leaders of these uprisings are mostly males...who were born in the lower class. And they all have minimal education. And sometimes...they begin as slaves...like Nat Turner...who in 1831...led the biggest slave revolt in United States history. In Norfolk, Virginia, his revolutionary entourage killed over fifty-three white men, women, and children.”

Boogie stopped reading when she heard loud voices coming from outside the shop. She stood up and quickly trotted to the back window. She pulled back the yellow curtain and looked out the window. She watched two “undercovers” chase three young girls down an alley.

Her mind suddenly flashed back to the night, when she tied ARTHUR KATZEN to a steel fence. The irritating and eerie sound of the old man pleading for his life invaded her mind unexpectedly: “Please...please...I’ll tell you everything.”

Then suddenly, the dark “voice” that had haunted her throughout her life made its presence known in her thoughts again: “HE DESERVED TO DIE. LOOK WHAT HE DID TO YOUR LITTLE SISTER.”

The Daughters of Hustle presents
ONLY THE BAD THINGS YOU REMEMBER
Written by MD REVO
RELEASE DATE: TBA

10/22/2025

The great, Shannon Alder once said, “When you think this pain is all you deserve, you are right. You are the only one that can decide how long you will walk in hell.”

The Daughters of Hustle presents
Only The Bad Things You Remember
Written by MD REVO

When you buy the e-book, you will also receive the song, "TeenAger." from the soundtrack.

RELEASE DATE: TBA

The Daughters of Hustle appears courtesy of Eleven 29 Publishing, a division of REVOLOU, INC., a non-profit, multi-cultural, Arts and Humanities organization that defends, empowers, and educates the feminine beings.

TeenAger appears courtesy of REVO Soul, a division of REVOLOU, INC., a non-profit, multi-cultural, Arts and Humanities organization that defends, empowers, and educates the feminine beings.

10/09/2025

Created by MD Revo // THE KEEP READING PROJECT ("KRP") is a subsidiary of REVOLOU, INC. & a division of Eleven 29 Publishing Group.

KRP provides books and other literary material to the feminine beings who reside in juvenile detention centers, correctional facilities, homeless shelters, and children in foster homes and orphanages around the world.

The principal aim of KRP is to enhance women's self-esteem and break the cycle of illiteracy among girls and women. In doing so, it helps them become empowered, take control of their lives, and become economically productive and independent.

NOTE: We also provide author opportunities for feminine beings that are interested in publishing their own literary works.

If you would like to donate any books or other literary material to THE KEEP READING PROJECT, inbox me today for delivery instructions. Thank you.

THE KEEP READING PROJECT appears courtesy of REVOLOU, a non-profit, multi-cultural, Arts & Humanities organization that defends, empowers, and educates the feminine beings.