Spring break. A late winter warm spell had brought on an early thaw. My fiancée, Tam (short for Tamara) and I, Prof. Phil Decker, were on the road headed for a two week wilderness adventure to unwind from the grind of university life and enjoy our last chance to spend some deep quality time together before the big push thru the final quarter and preparations...
****Every character in this story is 18 or older**** I stared at the stucco wall, exhaling loudly, ridding myself of the toxic energy I'd built up during the week. Finals were finally over, so I stole a moment for myself. I sat down in the lobby outside the lecture hall and did nothing but breathe. Seconds before, I was a student crumbling under pressure of...
Hey, there. What's up? Kelvin James Guillot is the name, and I'm a young man living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My father, Oscar Guillot, is Afro-Caribbean, originally from the island of Haiti, and my mother Jennifer Hughley is white, originally from the City of London, Ontario. I guess that makes me Haitian-Canadian. Cool. My folks met as students at Q...
The name is Eden White. I'm a six-foot-two, red-haired and green-eyed, kind of chubby and big-bottomed white chick living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a BDSM fanatic. There, I said it. Currently, I'm in therapy. I'm sitting in the office of Dr. Carol Brown, a tall, regal black woman in her early forties. She's simply beautiful. A graduate of Spe...
It is not very often that you see an unpretentious looking young man step out of a Rolls-Royce. My name is Paige d'Lephaunt. I am a journalist working for a major Chicago newspaper, and on this particular night, I was waiting for my subject at the Riva Café on East Grand Avenue. For those who have never been there, the restaurant is a fairly large building...
A short, short story Motorway service stations are what they are: a last resort. The petrol gauge is well and truly in the red. Your thirst is well and truly in the red. And it has been far too long since breakfast. Assuming that you remembered to have breakfast. I had been to Glasgow for a writers' festival. I had left again shortly before nine on the Mon...
Francis was distracted. He tried to keep listening to Michael but he couldn't keep his eyes --or ears for that matter -- off the young woman sitting caddy corner from him at the table to the left. She'd been talking with her friend since he'd been sitting and waiting on Michael. Usually Francis couldn't stand to listen to women drone on together but he rathe...
This is the sequel to "The Darkroom". There were no words to do justice to her preoccupation. She would lose herself in the memory of her encounter, the world of academia around her dissolving into a passionate darkness. Her eyes would grow glassy at dinners with her friends, promptings of "Ciara? Houston, we have lost Ciara!" jolting her back to the conver...
My name is Kyle Jonathan Francisco. I'm a young black man living in the town of Brisco, Illinois. These days, I'm a student at Brisco College. It's a small, four-year private school. I get to go there for free since I play for the Varsity Baseball team. We're off to a good start this year. We have a good team. I think we might make it far. Brisco College has...
Welcome to my world. I am Jack Sly. Charmer, Trickster and Renovator. The one with the awesome power to bring about change no matter where he is. That's me in a nutshell. A tall, good-looking black man in his early thirties. I am currently the Athletic Director at Bruno College, a small private four-year technical College located in Central Oregon. Bruno Col...