The Legend
She never stood a chance. Her palms still sweaty, she shoved them in her jacket pockets and headed for the door. The background noise of cheering and celebration was too much to bear. She walked…
My Hands are a Voice
Eye on the target. Pull the string back. Elbow slightly elevated. Release! I watched the arrow glide through the air, hitting the target square in the center. I looked around and saw others cheering. For…
Elizabeth Irene
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…
“The Woods Within”
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…
The Raleigh Cartagena Connection
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…