For Name’s Sake.. y’all really hate the babies.

False Accusations: Carrying someone else’s Traumas

A story about false accusations, emotional projection, and how people become angry on behalf of someone else’s trauma -revealing the deeper truth behind misplaced anger

A bitch in my mind

This episode is a conversation I didn’t plan to have—but couldn’t stop hearing. A Bitch In My Mind is a third-person dialogue with the voice that replays my choices, desires, fears, and truths on rewind. She has no face. She has many names. And somehow… she is me. This is a story about identity, temptation, creation, disguise, and the women we imagine versus the women we become. Listen closely—because the voice in your head might sound familiar. Story submissions: Have a story you want to submit your written or audio story to be narrated by me on Auntie telling stories

The Trauma of a Thumb Licker: A Maternal instinct

A black family reflection on a nurturing ritual passed down with love, good intentions, and questionable execution. A humorous reflection on the well intention, nurturing moments parents, swear by and children quietly survive . I’m accepting short personal stories and memories for future episodes narrated by me

For Name’s Sake.. y’all really hate the babies.

For name’s sake… y’all really hate the babies. This is a story about how adult decisions can follow a child before they ever get a voice. Sometimes a name tells you everything about the people who chose it. Story Submissions Mo’King Auntie Telling Stories is accepting audio story submissions, narrated by me.

I once knew a Boy name 1eye (A story I Never Forgot)

I once knew a boy named OneEye — a gifted young man whose way of seeing the world went far beyond what most people noticed. He carried a spiritual awareness that few recognized, quietly observing things others missed. This story isn’t about spectacle or labels. It’s about perception, intuition, and the kinds of gifts that often go unseen unless you know how to look. Thank you for watching. If you’ve lived it, sat with it, and learned from it, send it — I’ll tell the story