Megan stands in the darkness, waiting. All around her, she can hear the sound of the audience--not quite silent, but expectant. She hears a few whispered conversations and some coughing, but for the most part, people are waiting patiently for the show to start. It really sinks in for the first time that they're all waiting to see her, and Megan takes a deep...
(c) 2009 Karen Kraft All Rights Reserved The twins, Jane and June, were close. Very close. They had been since birth, or more accurately, since conception. Neither had any secrets she kept from the other, and they shared everything. Jane and June were symmetric dicephalic parapagus conjoined twins. Two otherwise normal lives were being led with surprising e...
The name says some of it. We have all seen or heard some of what I am writing about in this story. How often have we said to ourselves, "Don't people look in a mirror before they leave home?" It is a good question but what is the answer to it? I haven't the foggiest idea how to tell someone that they need to rethink what they look like without getting slappe...
My name is James Nazarene. I'm a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. I moved to America from the Republic of Haiti a few years ago. Recently, I graduated from Northeastern University with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice. Someday soon, I'm going to be a police officer. I've already gotten accepted into the Boston Police Academy. I know...
"Damn, I came to Ohio all the way from Ontario, Canada, but that ass was most definitely worth it," Steve Vincent said, sighing happily as he lay next to his lady love, a curvaceous, dreadlocked, deliciously big-bottomed African American sister by the name of Vina Smiths. Smiling that enchanting smile of hers, Vina playfully tugged on Steve's chest hairs, ca...
My name is Amirah Bashir and I'm young Persian woman living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, but raised in Canada's capital region. There's a lot of talk about religion, society and secularism these days. I was raised Muslim but I wouldn't call myself a religious person. The last time I went to a mos...
My name is Stephen Voltijer. I am a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. I've been here about a year and lately, and you could say that I've been having a tough time. I had a hard time transferring into Carleton University from Bay State College. But th...
"From the crib to the grave You live as a slave And that's just a matter of fact" ― ODD TV, Illusions Government, in concert with an ignorant populace, had made my existence a sequence from Halloween ― during which Michael Myers relentlessly pursues Jamie Lee Curtis. My days were drowned in fear; my nights deluged in anxiety. I wasn't sure how long I'd...
PLEASE NOTE: All events involving characters in this piece of work are purely fictional (unfortunately). In addition, all characters are over the AGE OF 18. Enjoy. -RS ***** "Wake up shithead, you're on in five." You come to with the blinding light of lamps hanging above a dresser mirror. 'Where the fuck am I? Am I dreaming?' You wonder. You look around...
Somebody Take Me Drunk, I Think I'm Home. Chapter 02 The road to the White House I'd turned down the offer to run for United States Senate from Colorado in the second half of my second four year term as Governor of Colorado. I'd be term limited out as Governor, unable to run for a third term, though my approval ratings approached eighty percent within the...