"Hey, Amber, it is so cool that your mom let us use the barn to party tonight." Tyler said. Amber invited some of her friends to a high school graduation party. Her mom only allowed her to invite five people, because she didn't want the party to get out of hand. So Amber invited Josh, Eric, and Tyler because they were cute boys on the school's track team. Sh...
Jack Be Nimble: 1997-Main Course "The Heart's Filthy Lesson, with her hundred miles to Hell." -David Bowie Hello Gentle Readers, My, my, my, over a thousand views of my little recounting. I'm flattered. Granted it's not as oft-read as say "A. My name is Alice" (to say nothing of the votes). I find it deeply amusing to see Freud's Oedipus theory personifie...
Random Wanderers The fans all watched from the bleachers, as the lacrosse players warmed up before the game. Some were stretching while others practiced stick skills. All were a little edgy about the game coming up. “Man, I hate this game. Why do I even bother playing it? I swear to god if I miss this shot one more time,” thought Grant as he wound up for a...
Lowest Level of Hell; The Hive Deep within the bowels of the Hive, Hell's facility to house the hordes of nameless demonic warriors, the demon awoke to the usual buzz of the alarm that signaled the Horde's morning meal time. He sat up in his cot, in a room full of other demons, and cracked his neck. Another day. It seemed that no matter how hard he prayed t...
A young woman comes into Gil's Pub. She's over six feet tall, voluptuous and quite beautiful, with long, lustrous Black hair, light brown skin and pale bronze eyes. She's wearing a stylish Black business suit underneath her long Black overcoat and looks around the room coldly. She takes in the décor, the male and female patrons and the owner himself, along w...
Venti mocha. He sat at the small table in the corner against the wall. He always came to the coffee shop an hour before close, ordered the same drink, sat in the same seat. His briefcase was open, papers filled the table, occasional tapping on the keys of his laptop. There was always work to be completed but he never worked on it here. The scene he created w...
"Um, Mr. Wachira, what, exactly, is a Ghoul?" says my psychotherapist, Dr. Kadra Mohamed, and I looked at the tall, curvy and dark-skinned, alluring Somali-Canadian Muslim therapist in the neatly pressed white coat and sighed, wishing that she were a little more informed. I've been in the institution for a while now, and like the rest of my former doctors, t...
Chapter 21: Aftermath A chime from overhead, "Processing complete." The doctor looked at her two subjects as a few techs began removing the many different connections. It was morning, and she had played with Sara for a few hours before heading off to bed herself. She made sure that she was there when the allotted time was up. There was a pool of different...
I was asked to participate in a program to teach the elderly how to use a computer, but instead of conducting these lessons at a centre, where many of our senior citizens feel embarrassed by their mistakes in a group, this service was done in their own homes, using their own computers. The computers they would be using to do their banking, emails and surfing...
Chapter 4: Will work for Mai Tais. Mike Nash was the darkest black man I'd ever laid my eyes on. He spoke in quick successive sentences that I strained to understand; I made a mental note to invest in a recorder so I could play back our conversations and try to pick out what it was he was saying. Mike also wore a shirt a size too small and pants that swishe...