Introduction Cold winds battered against the flesh of trees and men alike, darkened skies left little to observe save for the grey snow that covered the earth, trees and hills like a rotten blanket that surrounded this unpleasant valley wrought with the harshness of winter. A party of five could be seen trekking through the damp, hugging rags of fur and clo...
"Nothing but net," Hodan Yassin shouted, smiling and pumping her fist in the air, after making yet another slam dunk. The Gatineau University women's Basketball Team were absolutely creaming their rivals, Dwyer College. It was an all-Quebec showdown between two of the top women's College Basketball Teams in all of Quebec inter-Collegiate sports and the Gatin...
Note: I adapted the poem from a 1706 play called "The Recruiting Officer". By George Farquhar. Though it is originally from that play, many of you may recognize it from a popular movie series that I also quite like. Raisel will be getting some next chapter, promise. * "One last time before you leave the city? Our women are beautiful and varied for all you...
The name is Richard "Dick" Blackstone. I'm dead serious. That's the name I go by. A big and tall Black man in his late twenties. Usually clad in a Black leather jacket over tight-fitting dark clothing and Black leather boots. That's how I appear to the world. And it suits me just fine. In the eyes of the world, I'm the founder and CEO of Blackstone Limited,...
Theater just might have been the most fun thing I did while in college. Acting, writing music for productions, working through rehearsals, all of it was fun to me. The spring of my senior year we did the Lion in Winter. I had just done the lead in the last production, so I was rather surprised when the head of the drama department approached me and asked i...
Hello, everybody. Tonight, I got a tale to share with you. You see, I have a problem and to solve it, well, I am forced to do things. The kind of things that law enforcement kind of frowns upon. I've always been that way. In the eyes of the world, I am just your average guy. I'm six-foot-one, slightly chubby but still alright, with dark brown skin and curly...
As they approached the home hand in hand, they could hear the music booming from the outside. Sienna glanced at Jason and she could tell he was nervous. He was unusually quiet in his thoughts. He was dressed in a black button down shirt and dark blue jeans. He looked delicious. She was excited for him to meet her mom and everyone else. "They will love y...
Saturday morning. Fathiyah Al-Fatah Winston finally woke up. The tall, beautiful young woman stretched luxuriantly on the king-sized bed next to her beloved husband Charleston Winston. Gently she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Next to her, a handsome young Black man lay fast asleep. Snoring louder than hell. Fathiyah smiled to herself, and gently kissed her...
They say you can never go home again, and I guess in my case that's all too true. The name is Abdulaziz Hussein and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Jeddah, in the Western coast of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, to an Ethiopian mother and Saudi father. A year ago, everything in my life was going so we...
"How long have you had those, ahem, kind of fantasies, Thurgood?" Melanie Durocher asked, and the fifty-something, five-foot-ten, statuesque and plump, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, matronly Quebecer looked intently at the six-foot-tall, handsome and well-dressed young Black man who sat opposite her. They were at the Tim Horton's located on Metcalfe Street in do...