The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I've been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I've been seeing black men and black...
Night blanketed the old Southern plantation in silence. There was no sound or light as the mistress of the grand house made her way down the servant’s stairs in the back of the stone home. It was the middle of July and summer had hit Louisiana with a ferocity not remembered in previous years. She was already sweating and she wasn’t even outside yet. Sweating...
Transcending time once again the man moved to where he had been thrown into another dimension. Stretching his arms from the time travel he looked at his surroundings and thought once more the curse had sent him off in another time direction that he thought he was not ready to face once more. The curse was all too explicit as he remembered better times....
[June 1843] [Jenkins family plantation, outside Charleston, South Carolina] "How many niggers you have working here?" Thomas asked. "We have 25 Black slaves, 20 field workers and 5 house slaves," I replied. "And in this family, we don't call them niggers." "That's what they are, Robert," Thomas said. "Maybe in your world," I said. "WE call them by their...
Someone asked me not to write another plantation story, so I wrote another one in spite. ***** Sue woke up before the roosters made their morning racket. This was a noise that would then cause the rest of the house to know the day was starting. She knew the house was soon to be bustling with activity, and she was awake before the calm of the daily storm th...
Justine sighed; it was just past eight in the morning and already over one hundred degrees on the temperature gauge. If this was Mississippi in April, how in the world could, she survive July? She wandered onto the cool balcony off the master bedroom hoping to find a breeze. Justine knew as Mistress of this fine house, that she should be dressed and taking...
I try not to be too predictable. When you have a job like mine, it's best not to have a pattern. But I do manage to stop in at the Drug Store most days for coffee and to catch up on what is going on. Joyce always knows all the gossip in town. Joyce has been running the lunch counter here for 30 years. Try the tuna salad sandwich with a cup of tomato soup for...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has do...
The prospect was just too tempting not to investigate further. When Donald Meadows was sent an exclusive invitation from Mistress Veronique to an event that was described as a private, very real, and completely voluntary interracial slave auction, he first thought it might be a party or munch where people meet and greet but he certainly couldn't believe that...