The outdoor cafe was filled with people, tourists and locals alike, all searching for a small piece of blessed shade in which to escape the brutal noonday sun. On the spice laden breeze drifted snatches of conversation in a dozen languages, most of them unfamiliar to Kyle but he found the rhythm of the strange words oddly relaxing. As he took a slip of the...
The sun rose over the town of Quartier Morin, about thirty miles from the major City of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti. It found Sebastien Renard in bed, sulking. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him...
Do you know what it's like to have urges? Well, I do. I'm a man, damn it! The name is Jack, and I'm a Hacker. I hack into the computers and web spaces of rich people. I steal their money. I enjoy myself at their expense. Identity theft is my specialty. And I never get caught. I've made lots of money through hacking over the years. It allows me to finance mys...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. How are you today? My name is Fatima Mehdi, and I'm a young Arab woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm in the police foundations program at Algonquin College, and hope to work in law enforcement someday. You don't see a lot of Middle-Eastern women in that field, especially Hijab-wearing ones, but I am a determined s...
"Nope, not Mai Linh. Their drivers are the worst. Look for a Vinasun" she said, grabbing his arm before he could call a cab over. "You sure know your Vietnamese cab scene. That's hot." She giggled and elbowed his arm. The rain had let up, and they'd met in front of a rundown Pho 24 near their hotels. His date was wearing an Ao Dai, a Vietnamese dress that...
Alright, now for chapter 4, and I am writing chapter 5. Hope you enjoy this story so far, encouragement keeps the muse going, so please let me know what you think. * "Ama Alza, do you agree to the terms as follows for the price of your memories: You will be adapted to have cubs or your Masters will adopt. You will have all of your scars removed, and you wi...
My name is Samira Klahlesh-Habari. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Nubia. The year is 2412 A.D. of the old calendar and it's year 401 of the Nubian Calendar. I'm a citizen of the Pan-African Imperium, in what was once called the North American Division. What is the Pan-African Imperium? The greatest civilization in h...
Nothing I love more than to spend some time at home, folks. Enjoying a quiet day in my mansion on Brockton's West Side. It's one of the things I enjoy the most. You see, the world makes sense once again. My name is Shavona Lavonne. A six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed Black woman born and raised in New England. I attend Wellesley College. I am an em...
"Wake up." In an abandoned building that had once been a warehouse, a girl with red skin watched another girl's eyes blink open. "Please, wake up. And don't wake up any of the others. I need to talk to you." "What--who are you?" "I can't remember. It hurts so much. But the Commander says that I was called Meg." "Meg?" The girl on the floor stared at her...
Time: 60 BC Place: Delos Cast: Titus Fabius Marius -- Roman patrician, 19 Fabia Maria Tertia, aka Mettia -- Titus's sister, his twin Decius Aurelius Carbo -- Mettia's prospective husband Anjana -- Indian slave purchased on the island Titus's ship had docked at Delos, one of a chain of islands called the Cyclades in the Aegean, to mend the damage done t...