Early in the morning the day before her coronation, Liliana awoke and made her way from her bedchambers to a grand, but often empty palace rose garden. The garden, located in the heart of the palace, was off-limits to most, and a short walk from her bed chamber. It made a convenient and private toilet, and served as an excellent training ground for some of t...
My name is Clarice Jensen. I was born in the town of Baton Rouge, State of Louisiana, in the year of our lord 1823. Born of a white male plantation owner and an African female slave. I grew up on the Jensen Plantation, from which I escaped in 1846. I ran away to the City of Boston, Massachusetts. At the time, the Northeast was considered a bastion of liberty...
I come home after a long day at work. Luckily, my family will be there waiting for me. My name is Madeline Jean Madison. I'm a Black woman living in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I teach business at the Quebec Technical College or Q.T.C. The life of a middle-aged Black woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy but I manage. At forty three,...
Relieving night editor Carson Franks reclined on his spring-loaded chair, pushed right back, sipping a whisky. It had been an uneventful shift. Carson yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. Another two hours to go. He would be in the same chair tomorrow night when the kids leave home in costumes Mattie made – Seana dressed cutely as a witch and M...
The name is Richard "Dick" Blackstone. I'm dead serious. That's the name I go by. A big and tall Black man in his late twenties. Usually clad in a Black leather jacket over tight-fitting dark clothing and Black leather boots. That's how I appear to the world. And it suits me just fine. In the eyes of the world, I'm the founder and CEO of Blackstone Limited,...
Oakcrest Estates. Lakeside Division of Bartlett. The roads leading around Lake Kironos had been repaved in the last year offering a smooth ride. Garrison Dhorne recalls the beauty of the oldest area of Bartlett, Alabama. The town itself was named after pioneer Edgar Bartlett. The extension of Bartlett's claim adjoined it's border and was renamed "Oakcrest",...
"I saw him, in my dream. I know what his next move is." "You saw who love?" "Crandle, I saw him with 3 wolves at an expensive hotel. He is sending wolves here. He figured out that we were here and he is sending them to the compound. I tried to follow him, but I was brought back here." "You were able to see this taking place in present, past or future?" "...
Chapter 01 - Santa Eduviges Island. Trish Bousquet quietly stared through the airplane window of her first-class seat at the calm Caribbean waters below. The colors she saw were truly special, unique to that part of the world... the brilliant turquoise water punctuated with ragged reefs and dotted with dark green islands. She reflected that she had been in...
Brother Samuel here. A name that should require no introduction at this point. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking and openly bisexual Haitian-American author, law student and activist living near Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes, I wonder why people simply can't leave well enough alone. Why must they try to fix things that don't need fixing? Don't fix...
My name is Callie Charlotte Carruthers, and I am a spinster. I will be 100 years old on my next birthday which is not necessarily a blessing. But I am in possession of all my faculties and require very little assistance. I live in a suite of rooms atop the Carruthers Hotel. Few townspeople even know I’m here; I had gone to live in Europe- when my marriage fa...