Have you noticed that whenever they're showing a werewolf movie on TV, it's always told from the human's viewpoint and never that of the so-called unfortunate creature? Seriously, the plots are usually so boring and predictable that I always skip right past any werewolf/or creature movie. Hikers meet wolf-man in the woods, a few of these poor bastards get ki...
When Andrew was nearly twenty, his father got a promotion. Quite a good one, actually, with the only drawback being that he had to work out of head office, which was situated in another city. This left Andrew with a choice, break free from the nest, get his own place and continue as he was currently doing, or move to the city with his parents. Both option h...
A lot of people are surprised when they meet me. I guess that's because they've all got preconceived notions about what it's like to be me. My name is Azizah Khalif, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Orleans, in provincial Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a Master's degree in Computer Science and I...
All characters in all of my stories are 18. ***** Shannon wasn't even a boy's name, but that was his name. I don't know what kind of parents thought naming a boy Shannon was a good idea, but he seemed to handle it well. I don't know what made me notice him that first day, but he seemed to be the only person at Orange Grove High School that wasn't fake. In...
You pull into the driveway of 15 Preston Road at around 3pm on a friday afternoon. The light of the late spring sun pours over you as you come to a halt, parked behind the red BMW belonging to Mary Lange. She is a gorgeous blonde, who looks far younger than her actual age of 39, and is unarguably the head of the Lange household. You don't see her husband's c...
The sun was high in the sky on a warm and sunny afternoon in a pristine natural park setting. She had rode in a van with assorted degrees of sweaty nerds to the location at the behest of her brother, who had begged and begged and begged until he'd offered her Christmas, and his next two birthdays as gift free to her and she'd finally relented. It would be...
"Would you and John like to go to the reservoir for a swim?" Now, there's several things to know about that question. The questioner, Deana (Deen-a, not Dee-ann-a), had been dating my fraternity brother John. She was seriously cute. The reservoir is where you went for illicit nude swimming. And it was after dark. "Let me see if John is up for it." I put d...
It's Thursday morning, and I lie on my bed, sighing profoundly. Tonight, at midnight, I'm finally getting paid. As of right now, though, a quick logon into my CIBC account reveals my combined assets totaling one dollar and seventeen cents. Why is that a problem, you may wonder? Yeah, why can't a brother wait until Friday? Um, it's my lady Fayruza "Fay" Bin S...
"Rashid Jibril, I want you to know that I love you," Suleiman said, smiling as he pulled his arms around the tall, athletic young Somali Muslim man who meant the world to him. Rashid smiled back, and shook his head. All the love he felt for the big and tall, roughly handsome and gifted but terminally confused bisexual Haitian Muslim brother returned. Rashid...
My name is Pamela Celine Dudley. My friends call me P.C. No, I'm not always politically correct. By the time you get done with this story, you'll know what I mean. I am a young black woman living in Atlanta, Georgia. My whole life, I've been a big girl. Yeah, I stand five feet eleven inches tall and weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. I'm tall and thick, wi...