As I slam the door of my apartment and turn to head down the hallway to the stairs, I see her coming towards me, my Neighbour who lives two apartments across from me. As I mutter a friendly neighbourly 'hello', she replies with a friendly greeting and keeps walking. As I brush past her I notice the smell of the perfume she wears, it is quite pleasing as it l...
Apostate! Kafir! Infidel! Marked for death. In the eyes of the Muslim community, I am all these things and more. My name is Aminata Khalid and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. For most of my life, home was the City of Montreal, Quebec. About a year ago, I had life all figured out. I had just graduated from the Univ...
Hello, there. What's up? My name is Steve. If you've come here, then you probably know about me or you're at least curious. I don't blame you. I'm a big and tall Black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a fine-looking brother if I do say so. I stand around six-foot-five and I weigh two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is caramel-colored. I work out of...
I blame it all on my husband. Well I would. It's easier than blaming my own weakness. I guess I will leave you to judge. It all began months earlier. I had decided not to slide into decline just because I was sliding into middle age. I admit, I had let things go in recent years, a few wrinkles here a few extra pounds there. Then I woke up one day and realis...
"Shit." The word was out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to react. I reversed my steps back around the corner of the grocery aisle, but it was too late. He'd seen me. I leaned up against the canned goods, shut my eyes tight, and tried to think. "Hi, CJ." Fuck. "Hi, Sam," I said, pasting a smile on my face. I smoothed back my light brown hair, wh...
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...
He pulled up to the complex in his motorcycle, shut off the engine, and stepped off the black Harley with the blue flames. Removing the matching black helmet with the blue flames from his head, he shook his head to loosen the hair long-matted-down under the helmet, and then set the helmet on the bag in the sidecar. Reaching into his belt pack, he pulled out...
Isabel's story: I was at the boutique showing a customer some dresses, when my boss, she's a very attractive lady in her mid forties, told me I had a call. It was Mario, he asked me if I could meet him for lunch, I said yes immediately, he was in a meeting with some customers so he agreed to meet at his hotel's restaurant. I had met Mario a couple of weeks...
[Ring. Ring. Ring.] The telephone interrupted my late evening meditation, stirring me out of my deep state of inner relaxation. After first considering ignoring it, I lifted the receiver. Assuming it was just a wrong number, I prepared to politely remind the caller of his or her error. "Hello," I almost whispered into the receiver, my mind still dazed fro...
"Bored. Bored, bored, bored," the lone voice was heard to say, in a bored tone. It was Saturday morning, about 5 past 8, and I was already bored. I was at work, and did I mention that I was bored? I work for an engineering firm; I'm a programmer; and we have to have IT cover during Saturday morning to ensure that the factory floor is supported. There's on...