If you're Somali and you're gay or bisexual, you should keep it to yourself. These words of conventional wisdom, which I'd heard somewhere, echoed through my mind as I walked out of the Masjid located in Vanier, Ontario. Just an ordinary young man walking down the street, that's me. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Mohamed "Mo" Shire, and I'...
Brianne stands glowering in front of the priest, her curvy body decently covered by the layers and layers of fabric that goes into a noblewoman's wedding gown, her long fall of brown hair covered by the headpiece and veil. Sneaking a look at her soon to be husband, as the priest drones on and on about the sanctity of marriage, she again thinks about running...
After being released from a Montana prison my hopes of joining my lover was nothing shorter than a dream. Standing outside the prison gates where I done 10 long years with other women. Waiting for an hour and hoping that my dream lover hadn’t stood me up after all I’ve done for him once we were all alone, late at night, in the open bay when other prisoners w...
"Where exactly is your home?" Candace inquired, chewing her lower lip a little nervously. Part of her wondered why she was going with him so easily instead of fighting for her freedom. But a little niggling voice deep inside her chimed up then. She could never outrun him in his own forest. It didn't matter how well she knew the path back out of it. And if sh...
Saban Time passed. In a room far from the sun, it was difficult to tell how much. It felt like months, but I wasn't very hungry yet, so it couldn't have been more than three or four days. I slept when I could, taking refuge in unconsciousness. There was a limit to how much my body would let me sleep, however, so I was awake right now. I sat and stared int...
CHAPTER 27 - THE LITTLE MERMAID Nguyet had given birth to her son on November 2. We had talked on the phone a few days later; everything had gone well. She was already back at her parents' house. I had also seen a cute photo of Thuy on Facebook; she was sitting next to Nguyet on the hospital bed with a huge flower bouquet between them, which was probably fr...
*Disclaimer: All of the characters and places in this story are the creation of Joss Whedon and his team. All I have done is insert my little story into his blank spot. She shook a bit as she looked at the large doors that lead into the crypt, she had come here many times but now it was different. She had been called here for something that she wasn't sure...
I can see it when I close my eyes... You're lying in bed, asleep. The only light in the room is the moon, filtered through curtains. I can barely see your silhouette, peacefully composed; barely hear your breathing, quiet and rhythmic. I touch your hair, lightly stroking it, twisting the ends between my fingers ever so gently. Sharp, sweet longing pierces t...
There wasn't much to her job after the morning returns were checked in and put away, but head librarian Sarah always found ways to keep herself busy. She would alphabetize the children's section. That alone could take hours since their grubby little hands never put things back in the right place. Or she could spend time working on new orders even when the su...
Sam had a guitar, and he could play. No one else was very impressed with this fact, I guess, because I was the one who stayed at his feet all night, begging him to play another song for me. He would smile and oblige, as willing to have an audience as I was to hear him play and sing in his smooth voice. He went through his entire repertoire for me, so that by...