Sitting alone in a surveillance van on the streets of Baltimore was not DEA agent's Miss April Porters version of a good time. April is a member of an ongoing task force in Baltimore comprised of Local police, FBI, and DEA. The task force was 10 months into an 18 months investigation to gather evidence and bring indictments again a sizeable criminal organiza...
Meet Bartholomew "Bart" Jones, a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of New Orleans, Louisiana, Bart moved to the Canadian Capital to expand his horizons and explore new things. He had a Business Management degree from Louisiana Tech University, and felt like giving life in Canada try. Life in Canada had alway...
*** Banks entered the kitchen ten minutes later. He had gone to his room to put on a t-shirt and camouflage-colored three-quarter shorts. A jug of cold milk and empty tumblers were on the kitchen table He saw Vanessa and Mike talking to each other in low tones each sipping from a glass of milk. Mike wore an apron over his white inner vest. He was tall and m...
"Good afternoon, mademoiselle," Cyrus Dorvil said, politely addressing the young South Asian woman seated at the front desk of the Saint Paul University library. The young woman nodded, and not for the first time, Cyrus was struck by the sheer beauty of ladies from that part of the world. Too bad most them don't like us brothers, Cyrus thought, sighing deepl...
Chapter-4 Usha came back to reality from her reminiscence. She proceeded towards the corridor, and stopped near the bed room of her elder brother Aditya. She rapped the door with hard knocking, and said in a loud voice, "Bhabhi (Sister in- law)...Wake up...wake up...it is morning...papa is waiting for tea in the Terrace. Mom has already prepared the tea, an...
Note from author: This is my first attempt at writing a story. When starting it, I had only the faintest idea of where i wanted to go with it. Basically I'm letting the characters guide me rather than the other way round. None of the characters of this story are or will be involved in sexual situations below the age of 18. As such the story will take its...
I looked for Terry out the small window of the huge C-141 Air Force aircraft as it taxied up to the crowd of people. I thought I saw her but I wasn't sure. After the plane stopped they wheeled those of us in wheelchairs down the rear ramp. There was a little welcoming ceremony for us. We were their men from Miami-Dade County coming home wounded from the Gul...
Around the corner of Chatham Square and Broadway, N.Y., stands an Indian curio shop named Chupachuk. Jennifer Lopez not yet known as J-Lo curiously walked into this shop. At the door a Hare Krishna devotee on his way out greeted her, “Hare Krishna!” “Hare Krishna, you too,” Jennifer said smiling. The shop smelled of an Old World. An Indian chant whined...
Intro: This is a truish short story with a bit of added spice. It is written in first person and involves an Indian American (me) and an Indian. So, if that is not your thing, I'd still suggest you to be openminded and read it. Lol. Be warned that this story comes under adultery between two consenting adults. Foreign/unfamiliar words: Varsha -- means rai...
"Sa-Sa, my friend, you must teach me how to pray," Samuel Rosewood said enthusiastically, and he pointed to the words 'Family in Faith' written on his new blue jersey, along with the description Muslim Scholars Association of the Mississauga branch of the University of Toronto. It was Islamic Awareness Week, and after much soul searching, Samuel came to the...