Dear Shoeblossom: This isn't exotic, from Alexandria, Egypt, but just Virginia... I taped this the other day at Starbucks, and I hope your readers get a little educated, or just for laughs. My friend Felicia is very impressed with my philosophies! Marlowe "See, one reason I have Orion in the belt is because I want him to experience what I've gone through...
When a man stops lying to himself and rejects the lies told to him by others, he will find life much simpler. My name is Charles Joseph. My friends call me C.J. and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born far from Canada, in the Caribbean island of Haiti. My folks and I moved to Canada eleven yea...
Over the next two weeks, Amy had her dreams of the mysterious man almost every night. She'd watched him as he'd occasionally interacted with animals and humans. Any contacts with humans were mostly peaceful, whether he'd been noticed or had sensed their proximity and had simply slipped by without being noticed at all. There was one where a group of men had t...
Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...
Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Five: Post-Awakening Solona and I got some strange, concerned looks from Avanna as we left my office, but I ignored them. I asked Avanna to accompany Solona to her new quarters after they dropped me off at mine, and she agreed politely enough. Two guards who I vaguely recognised stood attentively outside my suite, and I shut the d...
A/N: Oh boy! This next section might be a quick read for a few of ya'll due to all the stuff that happens. That's how it works with me at least. The more action pact a scene is the faster I write and read lol. I want to thank the following people for their comments on my last part of this story- 3 anon comments (to the one who critique that last part, I do...
Man, I finally admit it to myself. I like Quebec women. They're arrogant, they're vain and wicked. Yet they're also unbelievably hot. My name is Samuel Marc Antoine. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent who recently moved to the City of Montreal in the Province of Quebec from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a United States Citizen but I speak s...
My name is Myriam Jane Rosenberg, but you can call me M.J. I was born and raised in the City of Tel Aviv in the State of Israel. Presently, I live in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. A year ago I won an international scholarship to study at the prestigious Carleton University in Canada's Capital Region and at the time it seemed like a dream come true...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Nine: Wintersend "No." "Be reasonable, Love. We have to go." I hated that Alistair was being so...so...reasonable. "No!" I pouted, knowing it was ridiculous and immature, but I couldn't help it. The cheeky bastard smiled, trying and failing to cover his twitching lips with one hand. "Sierra...your brother—" "He doesn't see...
Peter kept a close eye on Andrew trying to figure out what he would do. If there weren't any other people around, he would just confront him and get it over with. As it stood, if Andrew pulled the gun and just started shooting; he would kill or maim more than just his original target. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the best course o...