This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. Hello, my name is Alice. You can call me Ali for short. Lately I’ve been having dreams about an ancestor whose name, I dare to say, is Elizabeth Irene. I’m going to call her Eli for short. I do not know her last … Read more
Blair had always found comfort in the woods. As a child, he’d run barefoot through the pine needles behind his family’s cabin in western North Carolina, chasing fireflies and whispering secrets to the trees. The woods were his sanctuary, a place where the world quieted, and he could hear his own heartbeat. His mother used … Read more
Carlos Huston, a fit 45-year-old Black male, stepped onto the tarmac of Rafael Núñez International Airport in Cartagena, Colombia. He thought that the many trips he made to the desert while in the Navy as a younger man would prepare him for any kind of heat, but the heat in Cartagena was different. Asia, Europe, … Read more
I stopped at a liquor store like I always did on the way to North Beach. The best liquor store was conveniently across the street from Washington Square which was a good entrance to Grant Avenue and the bars and my youth times with its memories of an old North Beach. My favourite bar in … Read more
Simon Babin was quite nervous about showing off his one-man band to his family. Simon lived in Oakland, California in a predominantly African American suburb. He was nervous about showing off his skills as a musician. Being a nerd, people would often laugh at his skills when it came to musical instruments. He had … Read more