Hello, there. My name is Steve Victor. I'm a young black man living in Boston. I attend Boston College and I major in engineering. One of these days, I aim to have my own company. You don't make much money, or get much glory, while working for other people. I'd love to see my name on the office door, or the company logo. That's why I'm busting my ass in coll...
Ibrahim here, a brother with a story to tell. I’ve been eyeballing my prey all night and like any true predator, I waited for the right time to strike. Tonight’s prey was interesting. A short and skinny, weak-looking White dude. He walked around the most ghetto streets of Vanier, Ontario, looking nervous, and I smiled to myself. A skinny White guy walking ar...
The shadow by the stairway to the Helios deck of the MS River God drew back and sheathed the blade that had been held at the ready lest a moonbeam cast its damning light on dark intent. Just moments to a death now. The increased intensity of the groaning and moaning from the only occupied lounger on the rooftop deck of Rhine River luxury cruiser told of th...
Pete need not have brought up my knowledge of Johnny The Club Wallace. I had that particular fucker ingrained deep inside me. A couple of years before Pete even transferred to the NYPD from San Francisco—and before I had been assigned to homicide—I'd been working the gangster beat. I'd gotten a bit too close to Wallace's employers in the Mafia, and that's w...
Setting: Prison P.S. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories like this, please reply on my page. Thank you. ***** Yo dogs! My name is Victor, but my homies call me Viking. HaHA! But seriously, my name is Victor and before you get the wrong idea, I am NOT a black gangster. I'm Caucasian and I come fro...
Its 1980, I have been at College near Soho London for two years, every day walking the same route, past the strip joints, nodding at the familiar gangster here and there, past the porn shops past the adult movie houses and past the gay cinemas. Every day, never venturing in ay head down walking quickly to my destination. Yet every day I feel that urge that d...
Calvin warmed the underbelly of his forearms upon the sun baked bar. Inside a 2018, hot summer's theater; he has wheeled the Key West curtains open for new characters and plots. The bartender brought him his third gold, plastic beer wearing grinding white teeth and an open red Hawaiian shirt. Calvin knew the bartender, Chuck; he owned the bar and a very larg...
"Is that you, little bro?" he heard his brother calling for him. "Yeah, it's me," Jake spoke. "I'll make you something to eat." "With your cooking, I might be dead by next week," Diaz joked. Jake helped his brother up on to his good foot and then guided him to the kitchen table. At least he knew how to make scrambled eggs. "How come you didn't go running...
"Hurry up, babe, we have to get going," Jared called through the door. I had to grit my teeth and tear my eyes away from the mirror to answer with, "Just a minute." The matching costumes had seemed like such a good idea when I came up with the concept. Now, staring at my reflection, I wasn't so sure. Too late now, I told myself. It was our first Halloween p...
Here I was, prison. It'll be a long 6 months I thought, but it'll be worth it. They'll never find the money I embezzled and hid. I'll be rich when I'm out. I'm a young lawyer, slim but not muscular, well groomed, clean shaven with very little body hair, and a head of thick black hair, delicate soft skin. My only hurdle now is surviving prison for 6 months....