The promotion/demotion slip is one of the strangest types of magical item throughout the multiverse. They are A5 sheets of paper with four bits. At the top of the page was a bit to put the name of the person that is being affected, different people with the same name are not affected as only the person the writer of the slip is thinking about is affected and...
Story One of my Robotech Series! First up: Max Sterling and Miriya Parino's Story Written by Kenya—Quadrono Leader * * * * * * * * * * Thank You and Dedications * * * * * * * * * * I'd like to dedicate this story to That Evil Bastard (Padraic), who listened to my constant ramblings on the subject even when I was sure he wanted me to shut up! And Jeri...
I travel a lot. Whenever I tell people where I'm from, they look at me in a funny way. Sometimes I smile and nod, and other times I feel like shaking them. There are Indians, Chinese people and Pakistanis in the Republic of South Africa, it's not just Blacks and Whites down there! The name's Madeeha Abbasi, and my friends call me Maddy. I used to get pissed...
This is the introduction of what I hope to be a longer serialized piece taking place in the days after my Christmas story - although you should not need to read one to enjoy the other. But really do you ever. ***** 1. It was late Boxing Day morning in McMurray Manor when the butler, Mr. South, found himself staring down at Lord Stephens in his bed near de...
My name is Cynthia Wilson. And I'm the whitest black chick you've ever met. Tall, slender, brown-skinned and green-eyed. The daughter of a biracial businessman and an African-American supermodel. I was born into wealth and privilege, and I'm sorry to say that I was quite stuck-up because of that. Also, I was one of those privileged black women who looked dow...
The sun rose over the City of Djouba, South Sudan. As was his custom, Bilal Akol rose with it. Six feet three inches tall, lean and muscular, with skin of a rich mahogany hue, the young South Sudanese Muslim man rolled out his prayer rug, and began his prayer. He thanked the Most High for allowing him to wake up, and after finishing his prayer, he got ready...
Salutations, people. Carol Siegfried here. I'm a young woman living in the City of Johannesburg, crown jewel of the Republic of South Africa. My parents Dieter and Maria Siegfried moved to the Republic of South Africa from their hometown of Heidelberg, Germany, in the summer of 1999. We've been here ever since. I barely remember Germany, and proudly consider...
My name is Sundari Dharamveer. I was born in the beautiful City of Ludhiana, in the Indian State of Punjab. I recently transferred from the Punjab Engineering College in metropolitan Chandigarh, the Punjab State's best town, to Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Leaving my homeland of India for Canada hasn't been easy. However, w...
The year was 1888. My name is George Braun. At the time of this story, I was a young Black man traveling on horseback from Georgia to Boston, Massachusetts. Twenty years old, a strapping and muscular lad, that's who I was. I wasn't alone on this trip, folks. My father only let me go on the condition that I had suitable traveling companions. I picked two of t...
Welcome to the City of Juba, Capital of South Sudan. After splitting from the Arab-dominated Sudan some time ago, the people of South Sudan are building a nation, but nothing truly worthwhile ever comes easy. Strife over economic, religious and ethnic issues have plagued the beautiful but troubled nation of South Sudan. That's why they are constantly on the...