#BlackVoicesInFiction

  • “So What?”

    They always said time was linear, but in Remington, it folded like bedsheets– neat on the outside, chaos in the corners. I saw ghosts in military fatigues and grandmas in Sunday hats walking side by side down fog-drenched streets. And my father… he was dancing like he was in his youth to Louis, “A kiss…

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  • There’s a Man in the Woods….

    When Jackie’s uncle tells stories by the fire, they listen. But the tale of the man in the woods? That one feels too real. A stitched-eyed stranger, a hum in the dirt, and a warning that still lingers: Remington don’t forget. And neither does he.

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