As I looked up the steps to the front door of the Hawkwood family home, I was filled with dread and anxiety. I started up the first step and I could hear my mother pull away in her car behind me. I could hear the sound of rubber on the wet asphalt fade out as it made its way down the the circle of the drop off area to the black ribbon of the long driveway th...
Combatting sexism and patriarchy in the African-American community, that's every sister's concern. My name is Christine Soleil and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. My parents Jean-Pierre and Lucinda Soleil moved to Connecticut from their hometown of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti when I was real young. As fa...
How am I supposed to feel about Senator Jenna Kennington? I was a successful lawyer when I met her. One of the few women to have gotten through law school. I could have just kept my head down and went on with my life. But here was this glamorous Hollywood actress with a social conscience. She knew how to tug my heart strings. Made me feel I had a duty to hel...
As you approach the address your boss gave you, you are greeted by the sight of an old warehouse. You thought that you had to have the wrong location, but you open the front door and peak in anyway just to be sure. Surprisingly, this isn't only the correct address, but it looks like much of the town has gathered here. As you slowly took a seat, you groaned a...
Note from author: In the first two chapters, I have attempted to lay the foundation for the story proper. I have introduced Nidhi, and also the conditions which will influence her actions and decisions. If I have appeared a little aimless and wayward, it is so that certain uniquely Indian aspects of the story do not end up confusing and hindering the flow of...
After reading some works by anti-porn protestors, I thought they should have some erotica tailored specifically for them. This story has therefore been written to reflect what we all know is really going on when a man and a woman negotiate the boundaries of patriarchal discourse (i.e. have sex). Chuck had had a hard day maintaining the institutionalised opp...
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George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress...
I was sitting in the passenger seat of my friend's truck. We were heading home from work. We pass through a few small bergs. We live up in the mountains. Passing through one of these, my friend quietly mentioned that my car was parked up the driveway of a house there. Hearing him say it, I knew that he knew. It was in the tone of his voice. And as he said...
It was another hectic day in Concord, Massachusetts. Diana was overwhelmed today. Like every woman, she couldn't fathom the fact that she had fallen into the horrid cliché of the stereotypical housewife. Jim wasn't like the other husbands though. He was warm, caring, and sympathetic. It was also at that moment that she saw him staring at her with those ocean...