Hey guys I'm so sorry about how long it's been since I've updated. I had Ch 4 just about completed, when sadly my laptop crashed and died, completely wiping my hard drive as it went (RIP Laptop 2013-2015). Being the poor college student I am, it took me a couple months before I could afford to buy my new one and restart on all of my GOL adventures and any ot...
By Adam Gunn Following Wes's departure, Cheryl lazed. She considered returning to the beach, perhaps the pool, did she want another drink? But inactivity won over the thought of animation, she lounged on her rumpled bed, allowing the sensation of ephemeral contentment to bathe her, letting her mind drift. She'd booked this trip to Ixchel, a scandalous reso...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— Marsha Throws A Party Doris was nervous when she saw black folks walking in her hallway. There were black families that lived in Tucker's building, but none on her floor. Tucker knew his eighty-three year old next-door neighbor had different views of race than he had. It...
I replayed the events of the day in my mind as I drove home. When I arrived, safe within the garage, I just sat in the car. I've never been shy. Not in social, or in physical, contexts. But this was crazy, even for me. ------- Earlier ... It is, of course, unfair to expect anyone -- let alone a college student -- to drop everything they are doing t...
This story tells of the great time we had at a millennium party that we were invited to. It started with my husband and myself at another party a few weeks before the New Year. While we were there we became friendly with another couple. We went out a couple of more times with them for meals and drinks, and it was on the last occasion that they invited us to...
Scott and Ricky were standing around talking to Scott's dad about how he found a couple of available houses for Scott to look at. Scott barely listened as he noticed Katrina with her own share of admirers surrounding her. Damn, he couldn't get over her change. Who knew the mousy girl that use to ride on his front handlebars would turn out to be a knockout....
This is a short story I wrote in response to some feedback I had got, enjoy! The word got around about a dress up party on the weekend at a girls' house whose parents were away for a few days, the theme wasn't any thing specific but as long as you got dress up you were allowed in. I thought of going as a character on a fighting game I have played and it did...
I thank Randi for dreaming up this invitational, for inviting me, for editing my story, and for prodding and poking me to get it finished and posted. Readers have no idea how much time and effort she puts into these little literary events. I was checking my Facebook homepage one evening after dinner when I received a PM from Bill Jackson, a neighbor who li...
Leanne Blanche smiled to herself as her worker Miss Baatile Adewale brought her breakfast in bed. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something Black woman from the Zulu tribe of South Africa looked positively fetching in a Black T-shirt and Blue jeans. The slender blonde-haired woman greeted her worker with...
"No, seriously, there is nothing more horrifying to me than a Christmas party." Tara argued. "Oh, stop. You missed our wedding, the least you could do is show up to my Christmas party." I pleaded. "Do I have to dress up?" Tara pouted. "Yes. It wouldn't kill you to get out of your black goth clothes for once!" I felt a little greedy for demanding this, but...