short stories

  • When I happened across Nevaeh, I couldn’t help but notice a woman so beautiful. She was studying in the campus library for a midterm of the same psyche class I was in. Nevaeh stood at an even five feet, she was an Afrocentric, goddess that brought my childish ways to their knees. I remember bringing…

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  • I awaken to the sounds of Donell Jones playing on my Pandora. Getting out of bed, I put on the nearest pair shorts and staggered to the bathroom. Shit, my lower limbs still ache from the leg workouts from the other day. There was a queasy feeling in my stomach as I tried to brush…

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  • I needed you… I needed you in the worst way. I needed your nails hidden in the muscles of my back as I plunge deep inside of you; pulsate my nerves as you bite into my shoulders to muffle the sounds of your bliss. Shhh…. In time, everyone will hear about this nasty shit. I…

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  • “Bianca I… love you…” I thought to myself. A line I had recited to myself countless times since our first encounter. Standing in the shower I gazed into Bianca’s cinnamon brown eyes. This had become a routine for us; six months now Bianca and I have been seeing one another in secret. Why you ask?…

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  • The Storm Rider

    The Storm Rider Droplets of rain cascaded down the window like tears, the sun hid behind dark gray clouds holding its warm light secret. A foggy mist veil the windshield, the wipers pacing back and forth like pendulums. The soft mummers of R&B could be heard along with the whispers of moans and groans. The…

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  •           I could see her hazel brown eyes watching me from afar, stalking me; taking in every moment like a predator studying its prey. Lolita Bianca saunter over, never unlocking her eyes from mines, she grabbed my hand pulling me over to the bed pushing me down onto it. I could…

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