Art, part two. Ch. 01 A man struggles to make a new life after a strange happening. Mrs. Davis said, "Annie, is there anything I can do for you?" I shook my head "no" for the umpteenth time and went back to staring at a book I just can't get into, and it's by one of my favorite authors. When we arrived at London's Heathrow Airport yesterday, Suzanne pick...
Surrounded by angry rednecks irked at the fact that I danced with a white woman in a saloon, it occurred to me that Galveston, Texas, is definitely no place for a Black man. Lesson learned, folks. Stay away from blonde-haired white chicks with British accents while in the Midwest unless I'm armed. Cool. I'll remember for next time. Now the question is, will...
With a heavy sigh Drake lowered the spyglass, staring out across the ocean. The coastline wasn't visible to the naked eye, at least not yet. But within the hour it would be and soon they would be docking in Williamsburg and she would be gone. He was surprised at the emotions that flooded through him as he thought of it. Of course he had always known that eve...
The noise made by the excited kids outside drifted upwards and though the window. They entered Patrick's subconscious and he groaned and opened his eyes. As a soldier he had woken up in many strange places, in tents and trenches all over the world, once he had woken up in hospital after coming of worse in an encounter with a landmine, but for a moment, he di...
Looking at the young blonde woman lying in bed next to him, Constantine Al-Sharif was deep in thought. Gently, he kissed her forehead. Sighing, he tried not to think about the past and failed miserably. Born and partly raised in the City of Bousse in the nation of Burkina Faso, Constantine had felt odd his entire life. The son of Jacob Al-Sharif, a Lebanese...
This story starts in the late 1960s. In the first part you'll find a snapshot of the 'Swinging Sixties' in the Far East, when Britain still had a military presence there. Here you'll find wives of British servicemen enjoying expatriate married life in the hot tropical atmosphere of Singapore. Then there are US servicemen appearing on a few days R&R on that b...
My name is Jamal Henrique. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I lead a pretty normal life. I attend the Bridgewater Institute of Technology, a private school located in the town of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I am a member of the Bridgewater Tech varsity football team. I volunteer at the local hospital...
She was trapped in a basement chained like an animal. She didn't know where she was or why she was brought to this desolate place. She was taken at night, knocked out by chloroform and brought here, to where ever here WAS. She felt chilly, she noticed she didn't have any clothes on. She wondered if she was abused. She felt fine but that doesn't guarantee tha...
as always - to my fans - nic Abdullah touched his head to the mat and prayed - his lips moving reverently over the words. His heart was heavy as he bowed over the fifth "Isha" prayer which usually ended before midnight. "Subhaan-Allaah wa'l-hamdu Lillaah wa laa ilaaha ill-Allaah wa Allaahu akbar wa laa hawla wa la quwwata illa Billaah," he spoke the wor...
Unless you test yourself, you will never find out what you're capable of. My name is Abraham Tadesse and I was born and raised in the City of Nazret, Ethiopia. Like a lot of my fellow countrymen, I was driven by abject poverty to seek a better life elsewhere. That's how I ended up as a migrant worker ( in the construction industry ) in Qatar. To any African,...