First off, thank you to everyone who left me both positive and negative feedback about this story via e-mail. First, I changed the title so that readers will know that this is only the start of a larger story. Second, I added some additional information to this first chapter. Third, I changed some character names. I suffered from some serious writing malaise...
A Ford F-150 pick-up truck drove down a lonely stretch of road flanked by nothing but trees. I was relaxing in the back seat looking out the window, thinking about how my parents decided that we would be spending time at the family cabin. The drive to the cabin from my house is two days drive, far away enough that you don't have to worry about people disturb...
Growing up I had a pretty normal childhood. As normal as you can get growing up in a town full of werewolves. Yep, that's right. Werewolves. It's not as weird as it sounds, I promise you. I grew up with my siblings and my parents who all had their first transformations at fourteen like all the other werewolves. They all hoped I would have mine as well. Alas,...
It can often be said that there is a thin line between love and hate. Many of us walk this line every day. Friends, family and co-workers, "I can't believe I once liked that guy". "Shit dude" you're a fucking asshole. My personal favorite is" I fucking hate the bitch". Then there are those that are always telling you about the human condition or how you nee...
My name is Safia Dahir. I'm a twenty-five-year-old woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the town of Hargeysa in the great nation of Somaliland. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2004. I've recently become a citizen of this great, if sometimes xenophobic nation. I recently marr...
Growing up, we were inseparable. Me, Linda, and my twin brother Bobby. Linda lived two doors down. Grade school, Junior high, and then high school, we were the three musketeers. Throughout high school Linda was our date, and we both escorted her to our senior prom. Looking back, I suppose it might have made people wonder but it was all totally innocent. We...
Sasha sat next to Marti as they drove to the hospital. The two briefly spoke, mostly just hushed words, questions about how Marti was feeling. Her head seemed to still be bothering her, but over all she seemed to be in good spirits. There was a look in her eyes; one that Sasha had not seen in a long time, and wondered if that was because of Viktor. The two h...
Tattooed, green-haired Joanie meets a capitalist tool **************** I knew traveling over the holidays was going to be tricky. Airplanes fly full, and 'weather happens,' and then flights get canceled and there's little room on other planes for the travelers who got stranded. Nevertheless, I had to go. I had promised my parents. It's a tradition in my...
Abdullah Ali is the name and I'm a young Black Muslim gentleman of Somali descent living in the City of Mississauga, Ontario. I study Criminal Justice at the University of Toronto, and I am a proud member of the Muslim Scholars Association on campus. That's right, there are Somali men attending top institutions of higher education in Canada, and I am proud t...
Melodi- "So let me get this straight: you're how old and you have a fear of what?" I ask trying to hold back my giggles as we get out of the car. Since it was a warm and sunny day, there were a lot of people crowding the water front today, a lot of them city natives just having a day out and about like use but most of them were tourists trying to get thei...