Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. The themes, actions, and ideologies presented in this story are explored solely for narrative purposes and do not reflect the personal beliefs o...
Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...
It was a hot day in Los Angeles, and I had just gotten off work early. I had been putting off going to the grocery store for a week now, and I was getting tired of eating cereal every day. I sighed as I resigned myself to shopping instead of heading home to take a nap. I hated shopping, and I especially hated crowds. The extra pay that I got from transferrin...
If you think you have a complicated life, you should really walk a mile in my shoes. A lot of people say that. I actually mean it. My name is Ramon Hamilton Costa. I was born in the City of Los Angeles, California. The son of a Spanish immigrant father and African-American mother. My father Ernesto Costa died shortly before my birth, leaving my mother Theres...
Los Angeles TV Reporter Robert James looked at his ex-wife Neesee James. Even after all this time she still was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. The tall, long-haired and light-skinned Black woman whom he once called his Caramel Goddess. And she called him her Ebony King. A long time ago. Back when they still loved one another. Well, afte...
"Is this your first interracial shoot?" Director Stella Karpov asked, looking at the shy young South Asian woman who sat before her. Magic X Pictures corporate office sat inside a nice red brick building in the Van Nuys neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Sandwiched between a coffee shop, a gym, an art studio and a grocery store, the place looked innocu...
When God speaks, you should obey without question. Just remember that God is love and anyone who preaches hate doesn't come from God. I feel that those words hold true regardless of which religion one follows, but they should be required for all followers of Islam, the religion I was born into. My name is Fatouma Bilal-Sanchez, and I'm a young woman of Saudi...
Chapter 21 Pulling the TriggerCarmen picked up Shane on Monday morning at Alice's old apartment on North Harper Avenue, and when they arrived at the conference room, coffees from The Planet in hand, they were surprised to see Marybeth Duffy sitting next to Lauren. They both had their laptops open. "Good morning, park your butts in your chairs, let's get goi...
Robert James sat up in bed, feeling pleasurably sore after the passionate night he shared with his lady love, the lovely Neesee James. They had recently moved in together. Just a pair of wealthy and sexy upper-middle-class African-Americans in love. Living together in a beautiful mansion in suburban Los Angeles with their son. Yeah, they seemed to have it al...
Abraham James Green is the name and I am the hero of this tale. In fact, I totally approve this message. At the time this story took place, I was a student at Milford Hawkins College, a small private school located near the town of Kati, Texas. I was just a tall, good-looking young black man beginning his college career quite enthusiastically at what appeare...