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Was Told My Blog Got Folks Fired!

Last night, I walked into a Downtown Orlando Subway. I noticed one of the security guys from The Beacham, my old photo job. I had no problems with the employees. My beef was with the owners. The employees didn’t fire … Continue reading

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Celery City’s Racist Ghost

In August 2012, African-American Terrance McNeil was traveling from Greenville, South Carolina to Orlando, Florida. Before reaching Orlando, he stopped in the small town of Celery City, Florida. On the Internet, he had read about Celery City’s friendly residents and … Continue reading

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Lake Jackson’s Riverfront Ghosts (A Short Story)

“How long are you staying?” the hotel clerk asked him. It was an elderly white guy who wore glasses.  Also, the guy owned short white hair. “Two nights,” Terrence said. Terrence noticed the pause on the clerk’s face. “Something wrong?” … Continue reading

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Lost in Downtown Orlando (A Short Story)

On a Saturday night, Alyssa’s older brother Paul was driving down Orlando’s Interstate 4. Paul owned medium-brown skin and wore short dreadlocks. Next to him sat his girlfriend Cheryl. Cheryl owned light-brown skin and wore blonde extensions that touched her … Continue reading

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Stalking on Trivia Night (A Short Story)

“I can’t even stand that place,” Jonathan protested. He was talking on the cellphone with his girlfriend Julia. “Trust me,” Julia said in her German accent. “You’ll love trivia. If you don’t like it, we can always leave.” Jonathan really … Continue reading

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A Crappy Bus Ride to Work (A Short Story)

As he waited at the bus stop, Greg watched the dark clouds move across the morning sky. He hoped and prayed it wouldn’t rain. At least, not before the bus arrived. At some bus stops, shelters existed for folks to … Continue reading

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Drinking with a Cracker (A Short Story)

With his brown skin and long dreadlocks, Frankie realized he stood out among the white bar crowd. Yet, he didn’t give a damn. As he sat alone at the bar counter, the only thing Frankie cared about was enjoying his … Continue reading

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