I made my way into the bustling courtroom, my eyes scanning the rows of wooden benches until I spotted my client. Quickening my pace, I hurried over to where Diana was waiting, her posture tense and her eyes darting nervously around the room. "Hey Diana," I greeted her, taking in her appearance. Diana was a pretty young woman in her mid-twenties, w...
The limits of power. What an odd thing for someone like myself to ponder. My name is Anthony Saint-Pierre and I'm a six-foot-one, lean and athletic Black male in his mid-twenties living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. A proud member of the Haitian-American community. Currently, I'm a patrol officer with the Massachusetts State Police. It's my second ye...
The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...
(For Elizabeth) "Dad, I'm leaving." "Uh huh." "I mean I'm leaving home." "I know, son. Eventually." "No, what I mean is I'm leaving home like this weekend." "Oh. Well, you need to be clearer. As I always say, it's incumbent upon the communicator to ensure the message sent is received and understood as intended." "Right. Got it." "Well, that's clear...
Even now, sitting in the cold and uninviting interview/interrogation room with CIA agent Kristina Bellman and her diminutive Asian-Canadian counterpart, Canadian Security Intelligence Service agent Victor James Lee, I can't believe some of the things I've seen and done. The tall pretty blonde American woman in the smart business suit fixes her steely blue ey...
Over the next two months Lord Kennington only came to see me and John twice. He and Lord Kartier were too busy acquiring votes that would repeal the anti-Trimorph laws. Lord Kennington worked openly and directly while Lord Kartier worked his magic covertly. He had to because he is King Andrew's Chief of Staff. Tri-etherealian etiquette does not allow him to...
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...
Nate returned to the living room with two mugs in hand and a big book tucked under his arm. "It's still snowing like crazy," he revealed as he passed me my cup of tea before settling on the opposite end of the couch. The cold had left his cheeks flushed. He stretched out his legs and pushed his toes against my thigh. Even through the layers of our clothes...
There is a character in this story borrowed from "The Cheating Zone 02: Roger" and another from "The Cheating Zone 03: Lori." There is also a reference to a character and an organization from the "Revenge in Advance: The Sequel" series. Constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that it is n...
"Take care of yourself, Carl Robinson, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come by the dojo," said my long-time friend Duncan MacLeod, the legendary Highlander, as he clasped me in a bear hug, and I smiled and embraced him warmly. I haven't met a lot of good people in my nearly two centuries of living upon this earth, but the tall, dark-haired Scots...