Tag Archives: African-American Fiction

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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The Disturbing Ex-Girlfriend Visions (A Short Story)

1990s Downtown Orlando. Back when EDM was called techno and rave music.  Yet, during this particular time, rappers Tupac and Biggie were already murdered. I was hanging out at a favorite sleaze joint, a nightclub which shall remain nameless. At … 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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Fake Crying at Uncle Ellis’s Funeral (A Short Story)

At Uncle Ellis’s funeral, Marvin hated wearing his nice-nephew mask. Yet, this mask was a necessity. As light brown-skinned Elder Hollingsworth gave the eulogy, Marvin sniffled and pretended wiping away a tear. Sitting next to him, Aunt Gwendolyn patted Marvin’s … 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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