My name is Jeremy Brunski. I was born in Massachusetts in the year 1869. My adoptive father Liam was a farmer. My adoptive mother Nicole was a teacher. I had two adoptive brothers, Wilson and Jason. I lived my whole life in the state. I have always been a bit different from the people around me. I loved books. I loved poetry. I was a dreamer. Those things we...
Morning comes. How I loathe that light. I am lying in bed next to my boyfriend Nigel Geralds. Listening to his heartbeat. It is such a comforting sound. Especially given the fact that my own heart doesn't beat. I look at him as he sleeps. He's a really lovely man. Five feet eight nine tall, slender, with bone-white skin, and curly dark brown hair that's slig...
There sure are some stupid people in the world, man. My name is Raphael Mathieu. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I moved to Toronto last year, after spending ten years in Des Moines, Iowa. I'm a naturalized citizen of the United States, though I'm originally from Northern Haiti. I recently moved to the...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
Man, I am scared shitless. Seriously. Everybody is gunning for me and I don't think I can get away this time. I guess they lack a sense of humour in spite of my attempts at helping them gain one. So what if I accidentally caused a war? These things happen. At least, I think they do. Whatever. The name is Jeremy Saint-Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of...
There are times in life when it really pays to be what I am. Sociopath. Psychopath. Menace. Rogue. I've been called many things. I prefer to think of myself as a Free Spirit. Roger Gerry is the name. I am a police officer in the small town of Drake, Iowa. Just a tall, average-looking Black man trying to make a living. It sucks out here sometimes but hey, it'...
The guitar hummed, in a strange offbeat rhythm that danced in time with the locusts. The sound, different from all the Christmas Music, was soothing on a cold night by the fire. An old man plucked at the guitar strings, in a slow taffy of movement that stretched each note around his fingertips and then rose into the air. You could almost taste the notes hove...
IT WAS AN EVEN SPLIT If you were to ask anyone who knows me to use one word to describe me, I would bet 9 out of 10 would say 'Fair.' Not 'fair' as in just above poor but not good 'fair', but reasonable, just, honest, truthful 'fair.' During my life, this sense of fairness has been paired with traits of being dependable, hard-working, responsible and trustw...
Sometimes, I honestly truly hate being human. Seriously. Humans are the most bigoted creatures in the universe, and if I sound like someone who would know, it's because I do. I have mixed parentage, meaning that I am half mortal and half other. The Others are here, and they've always lived amongst you. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and all kinds of Supernatu...
So this is the story of how I became daddy's plaything. It all started when I was nineteen and my name was David Romero. I was going through a bit of a depressive stage in my life. My girlfriend left me, I was doing terrible at college, and I hated my retail job. The only safe haven I had was the internet and porn, and let me tell you something there was s...