Although I am aware that I may get so many awful and racist comments about my life story, I feel that I must write about it. I have come to a point in my life where I know there is an understanding and acceptance in the world to who I have become, and who I am. It is more likely now people will understand me in the year 2011 than they would nearly 9 years ag...
Jon Chess opened his eyes, and immediately regretted his hasty decision; daylight was far too bright. His head felt like a minotaur has performed a hat dance on his cranium. A moan reached his slightly-pointed ears, and he recognized it as his own voice. "Ah, the young hero awakens!" spoke a voice, characterized by both excessive cheer and excessive volume...
The train was crowded and I couldn't find a decent table to sit at until I came across one whose sole occupant was a guy wearing a do-rag. His tightly-strewn braids were just visible beneath the taut white material, and he sat hunched against the window talking on his cell phone. I looked outside and saw my family, faithfully awaiting the train's departure f...
Tuesday evening led Brit to the far side of town. She was forced to ride a bicycle she hadn't rode in two years. Spotting the old water tower at the edge of town left few choices as to which home belonged to Burt Pomroy. The three stall garage confirmed it. That and the beefy pair of Rottweiler's behind a tall chain link fence. Their barking made her nervous...
In the world of Ruk, every person has a single magical ability, called "Talent". These powers range from detecting magical creatures, to strengthening body parts against impact. These abilities determine the job of the users; detection and strengthening are usually security, foresight and persuasion are leaders, and so on. However, every thousandth person b...
Author's Note: Hey everyone! First off, I want to thank you with all my heart for opening this chapter and reading it. I hope that you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm a true superhero/heroine fan to the core. Antiheroes and vigilantes are my favorite because even though they don't really have to live by a code they do. This is...
The days keep going by. And I find myself feeling empty. It's such a dilemma when you're torn. I'm close to getting my Master's degree in business administration from the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University. Even though the City of Ottawa, Ontario, is home to some of the best colleges and universities in all of Canada, a lot of young Black men i...
Being inhuman isn't easy. It took me a long time to accept what I am. Many people would say the same, I think. Self-acceptance is hard. Many men struggle with the fact that certain parts of their bodies aren't exactly as they'd like them to be. Women struggle with both increases and decreases in the size of certain aspects of their anatomy. Nobody has it eas...
Sometimes, I think living in the city of Brockton must be a curse. Yeah, that must be it. In a past life, I must have done something horrible. How else could you explain the kind of person I seem to attract? The meanest guys and the cruelest of women. The very worst humanity has to offer. I can't stand any of them. Sometimes at night, I pray that God or the...
Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...