Part 1
Somebody's Someone - Chapter Five
The boutique door clicked shut behind Yennia, and the crisp fall air wrapped around her like a breath held too long. She glanced down at her phone, scrolling with purpose as her heels tapped against the pavement toward her car.
By Neshzivne Dadirri6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Murderer | Part I of VI
In our tight-knit community, in ‘the housing projects’, there lurked a sinister presence — a murderer. This individual had a chilling preference for targeting women whose names began with the letter “D.” The fear that gripped the projects was palpable. People were afraid to step outside, the matriarchs hesitated to let their children play freely, and even the ‘secular matriarchs’ avoided gathering in the Court during the evenings. Suspicion hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over our once-harmonious community.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Saintly Matriarchs | Part I of VI
In my formative years, I witnessed the awe-inspiring sight of the saintly matriarchs in the projects gathering for Friday night prayer services at Sister Ella’s house. This spectacle left a profound impact on me and ultimately led to my decision to embrace Christianity at the age of 26.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Housing Projects | Part I of VI
The Whispers Whispers of doubt echo through the streets of Washington, District of Columbia (D.C.), casting skepticism on whether anything positive can emerge from the section of the city Southeast (S.E.), the urban housing projects predominantly populated by low-income African Americans, which is often underestimated and overlooked. These speculations, though harsh, persisted. Like the biblical scripture that questions the possibility of anything good coming out of the City of Nazareth, the response to these doubts is an invitation to witness the truth for oneself. Just as Nazareth was deemed a place from which nothing good could emerge, the Southeast section of the city in Washington, DC faced similar misconceptions.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Not That Woman
I was always enamored by Mary Kay ladies and the women at church potlucks. They were always pressed and perfumed, powdered and primped- like Lucy & Desi’s neighbors had walked out of the screen. Even then, they were a bit old-fashioned. But that Doris Day, Barbie aesthetic was powerful. It was reinforced by the Girl Scout Den Mother, who smelled like Aqua Net and Pine-Sol. The tidiest, prettiest ladies were the most listened to. They could walk for days in high heels and A-line skirts, then wash dishes in frilly aprons without breaking stride.
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Chapters
Wulfwyn’s Blōdbōc (Part 1). Content Warning.
I stole this book when I realised I would long outlive my memories. For decades, I had only scraps - parchments, loose papers, even the backs of market receipts - bundled together with string, fading as quickly as the ink itself. At first, it seemed enough. But it soon became clear I would need something more permanent. A true record. A proof that I had once been more than the monster I have become.
By Stace Oddity6 months ago in Chapters
Podunk
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I wanted to lie on my side, knees curled up in the fetal position, and watch made-for-TV movies with the bedroom lit up through the blinds. My body wanted the rest, but my brain fought suffocating thoughts, so I went for a walk.
By Jeremiah Gardner6 months ago in Chapters
MY CRUEL LOVE,CHAPTER 2
My Cruel Love That same night, after Maya agreed to Arman's cruel deal, He kissed her with a brutal hunger, leaving her lips torn. It wasn't passion—it was punishment. A cruel release of the rage he had bottled up inside him. But Maya didn't fight it. She just. took it. Silent. Still. Broken.
By Story writes6 months ago in Chapters
