Category: Stories

  • Racism Can’t Commit Suicide

    you’d like to see me perish I look you in the eye, still with fear with anger

  • Desperately Seeking Sanctuary

    I saw right on through his sorry ass and smiled I sensed the philosophies he was about to spew on my body

  • Old Friends

    they presented my body in a coffin to teach me a lesson I laughed I said “teacher,

  • The Burning House

    if the hurt existed knowing that one day i’d recover i could be patient knowing i would soon heal and move forward instead i experienced the dread of confirmation that this wasn’t just pain

  • The Barbecue

     All Silas could think about was their intense stares. Every single pair of eyes each maintaining a personal vendetta to tear apart his ego in front of the woman he loved. He could fool sweet Serena into believing he was this amazing man, fool her into loving him was not…