Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...
"Hey bro, you walk around here like you think you're the man," came a voice, and I turned around, wondering who was addressing me. It was a rainy Friday morning in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. Not just any Friday morning, mind you, but El Cinco De Mayo. I'd just had breakfast at the local Tim Horton's, consisting of a nice egg and cheese sandwich, overl...
Gulp Gulp Gulp I finished my drink and stretched my arms across the couch I was parked on, surveying the party. My eyes stopped on a tall blonde with spiral curls falling down her back, it looked like she put too much time into her appearance. She wore a skimpy red dress, and pumps. She looked like she belonged in a club, not some sketchy house party....
WARNING! This chapter contains themes of rape. If you are uncomfortable with that topic, you may want to avoid this part of the story. * Rhys carefully stepped out into the main room of the precinct. He smelled fresh blood and looked cautiously to note that the nightshift secretary was laying perfectly still on the floor behind the reception desk in a pool...
Day One: Cell 29 Cell 29 was tiny. There was a narrow metal-framed bed along each wall, with an even narrower gap between. At the head of the gap was a stainless-steel washbasin above which, on a narrow shelf, were placed a few toiletries and a small tarnished mirror. Below the washbasin stood a lidded bucket and a plastic jug. And that was all. There was...
**These characters are property of HBO's television show OZ, not of my own creation** ***** "So now you see my dilemma. He loves you, but I love him. Why would I want you to be free?" "If you love Toby as much I do, you'll get me free. You know he loves me more than he could ever love you." With that Catherine bristled. She could see plainly how sexy th...
Laura's eyelids were growing heavy as she drove down the long, abandoned highway. She shifted in the seat of her dark green Jeep and took a long sip of her coffee. She sighed with relief while stretching her petite feet in her high heels, lifting her foot off the accelerator for just a minute as that stretch felt so good on her weary body. She took a look in...
When the night has come, it's time for me to truly live. For I am a Vampire. One of the few men and women whom fate chose to make different from the rest. Contrarily to the creatures of mythmaking and bad movies, real Vampires aren't made. We're born. My name is Stark Sharok. I hail from the motherland of Africa, birthplace of mortal and immortal alike, wher...
As soon as I left the unit I phoned Dennis. "Rik Pearce is cuckooing in Avery house," I told him, "meet me there." * * * * * * Dennis was already parked up when I arrived. I got out of my car and went over to his. "How did you find out about this?" He asked. "Rik told me." "Was it you who battered him to within an inch of his life then? Did you put him...
Emma sighed almost pornographically as the key slid into the lock, twisting to undo it, releasing one of her cuffed hands, then the other. She moved to rub her sore wrists, but Scott stopped her. His hands coiled on her wrists, moving them to the headboard and forcing them to take, to wrap around the iron bars that had so recently imprisoned her. Emma under...