Raindrops keep falling on my head as I stride through the busy, crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. It's a late Monday afternoon in early September and feels more like spring than fall, mainly because of the hot rains we still get from time to time. It's times like these that I miss home the most. I am a daughter of the desert. It's who I am. I don't b...
Another night in this dreadful town. Sometimes I wonder why I came here in the first place. My name is James Bien-Aime. I was born and raised in the town of Newton, Massachusetts. In September 2010, I had the world on a string. I was a freshman at Boston College and life was good. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I was a second-string quarterback on...
"Trevor Villeneuve, what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?" came a shrill feminine voice, interrupting me as I sat at a computer on a remote corner of the Learning Commons sector in the Carleton University library. There I was, discretely watching porn instead of working on my assignment for my Surveying And Graphics class. I'm in the civil engineering p...
"About time!" I heard the distorted voice as I slipped back into consciousness. I tried to move my head but stopped short once I felt the blistering pain. "Welcome back to the world." The voice continued to taunt me. I quickly realized I had been handcuffed to a very uncomfortable old chair. "Take your time." The voice continued as I gulped down a few large...
My first foray into writing a story. Just a quick flash tale to get the creative writing juices flowing. Hope you enjoy. ***** Will didn't know how he should approach the situation. He began noticing the changes in her behavior over the past two weeks; when those changes had actually begun he had no idea. Initially, he chalked it up to stress at work. She...
"You've met the like of him before; a big, brash, never politically correct, loud-mouth; he's uncouth, obnoxious; always right (in his own mind); prejudiced; and insufferable. That's Joe Jorgen, or as I call him, The Asshole." As this story begins The Asshole lived just down the street from me. We have a friendly neighborhood where no one likes to rock the...
All characters in a sexual situation are eighteen or older. ********* In the early-1930s in the United States a small pacifist Christian sect known as The Lord's Sheep established itself near Moab, Utah. The sect consisted of fourteen adults (seven couples betrothed to each other before God) and sixteen children. All married couples, except for childless...
"Remember, my friends, the best of you are those who are kind to their wives," Imam Mohammed Abdi said, as he spoke to the brothers and sisters at the Sal Al Din Mosque about proper conduct within relationships. The stocky, bearded and dark-skinned, fifty-something, Somali-born Canadian Muslim preacher was happy to see such a high turnout of believers on a r...
"Let's see, you're always talking shit about Black women online, and get into lengthy arguments with random sisters on Facebook and Instagram but you secretly crave Black female domination?" Dr. Theresa Robillard said, looking at her patient, Nicolas Agenor, as he sat on the couch, and confessed his innermost secrets. The big and tall, well-dressed young Bla...
What's good, boo? My government name is Josephine Ajoku, and I'm originally from Port Harcourt, Nigeria. I came to Canada a long time ago as an international student, majoring in Computer Science at the University of Ottawa, and opted to stay after I got my permanent residence. I also remade myself from prim and proper, church-going Nigerian gal into a full-...