Andrew Stuckey is a black American veteran/hero who served his country through three wars. He wrote a book about his life called, Of a Black American Born. His wife, Marcelle Stuckey, was captured by Nazis during World War Two, because of …
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Andrew Stuckey is a black American veteran/hero who served his country through three wars. He wrote a book about his life called, Of a Black American Born. His wife, Marcelle Stuckey, was captured by Nazis during World War Two, because of …
The cursor blinked at him from the blank page. Blink, blink, blink. He couldn’t focus. His fist supported his head as he stared and a yawn forced its way into the world. His hand instinctively met his mouth to cover …
The ink starts to run off the page as she runs through my mind. The past seems like yesterday and I still can taste her on my tongue. Black lipstick, pin-up hips, and smoky fuck-me eyes, my Goddess had me …
When one partner in a marriage is an alcoholic it changes the dynamics of how the marriage works. When we first started dating, I didn’t see the warning signs of him turning into an alcoholic. Call it love, call it …
It used to seem as if confronting my past and the shame I carried was somethingequal to willingly walkin thru fire.It got to a point where I was burning fromthe residing pain anyway. So I walked thru that fire and it turned …
in respiratory breaths he whispers me a lullaby… his eyes hold no warmth as his lashes drip in lies why do I let him hold me in his clawed clutches when his open teeth are spitting black murder he doesn’t speak a sound but …
He hated being early. It wasn’t that he was impatient, he just wasn’t very good at operating alone in public. At least, not in places like this. His face didn’t mesh well with the joy and satisfaction the rest of …
She grew up in the tall buildingat the end of the street,her lungs filled with paper and lantern lightand oil paint and stars,surrounded by the perfectmessiness of livingin a family.She hung wildfrom the ladder that skimmedalong crammed shelves,collectingdusty-sweet bookswrapped in …
I could give you a Rose, or I can give you a thornSomething sweet or something hardA word, beautiful and terribleA word, to be healed or to be torn.It’s up to you, a secret I’m about to revealLove, a hard …
I was woken up abruptly, “It’s time!” As we rushed out the door, I noticed how warm it was; the last few days had been cold and windy. It even snowed, which wasn’t typical for Virginia Beach; however, not this …