"Sister, you're wasting your time with those Black men, my White clients pay a lot more and they practically worship me," Ramona Villanueva said, and she looked me up and down, then scoffed. I, Geraldine Valbrun, took a deep breath before answering Ramona's missive. I can't stand non-Blacks, fellow minorities included, who think they understand what it's lik...
May 7, 1922 My pen shakes as I write these words, my mind and body exhausted from what I have just witnessed, my spirit exultant in discovering the pleasures never before imagined in my experiences. Despite my doctoral degree in anthropology, nothing in my brief, but fulfilling academic career, or my studies in the Saru Islands, prepared me for what just oc...
When Bella woke up in the morning, her Master was already out of bed, but her arms were tightly wrapped around his pillow and his night shirt was pressed up against her cheek. She yawned, rubbed her face against his shirt, and inhaled deeply. His smell was calming, but she couldn't help wondering, a little nervously, where he had gone. He hadn't attached her...
The university library was a historical landmark, built in the 1870s and one of the few buildings in this part of the world using the particular technique of an exposed interior cast-iron skeleton. It was this construction technique, with its ornate pillars painted green, that allowed the central book hall, the oldest part of the building, to be built like a...
At the beginning of term in Oceanview U., California, my best friend Satomi told me she was planning to take an anthropology course. I went to the first few classes with her to see what it was like. It was kind of interesting. In one class, the prof talked about how anthropologists tell the difference between people from different parts of the world, using t...
Author's note: This short vacuous stroker is fiction. People and places are made up. All players are over age 18. Tags: museum, mummy, sting, curators, remorse, Flame Game. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. The naming convention is deliberate — see note at end. Enjoy! ***** WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN ***** A nemesis with a...
by EgmontOriginals© Ivy stood at the top of the incline leading to the beach. The wrinkled-faced Maori woman with teeth missing smiled an eye-twinkling smile at her. "He's down there in that shed he calls home," the woman pointed. Rangi began thinking about the days seventy and more years ago when her grandfather and his men used to take the wool out thro...
(To the reader: This is the third in a string of many correspondences between a former professor and myself. It started out to be just a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. It became so much more, so unrepentantly.) * She still couldn't believe that he was still in the game. She wanted him so badly. It was becoming increasingly di...
Lisa stepped out of the refreshing shower and onto the plush bath mat. Relieved from the humid day, she was in no hurry to dry off. The petite girl walked across cool kitchen tiles leaving small, damp footprints. Grabbing a can of Diet Coke, she grinned while thinking of her freedom. Now in her third year at the university, Lisa said goodbye to claustrophob...
I wish people would stop romanticizing the lives of vampires. Seriously. To think I was actually one of those people, once upon a time. I liked Dracula 2000 and the Twilight movies, and don't even get me started on Blade and the Underworld film series. Yeah, I devoured all things vampire. Now that I'm one, life kind of sucks. My name is Tariq Suleiman, but m...