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I groaned softly as I felt myself waking up, yawned, and looked over at the clock with my clouded eyes, sleep an elusive companion and yet just as tough to get rid of. 9:30 am, huh? I thought, obviously thinking I could rest a bit more. However, as I saw the date on the digital screen of my timepiece- Saturday- I all but jumped out of my bed and ran to my bathroom. I was lucky enough to have found a decent job and apartment with the amenities of a home, albeit smaller. I wouldn’t say I was well-off, but at...

Scott Clair hated his whiteness. He wasn’t able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superior. Whiteness was his disease, magnified by a Napoleonic complex of huge proportions given his height of 5’1”. He suffered from narcissism extraordinaire. In his delusional mind, the universe owed him an apology for his height and he compensated for...

If you don't know by now, this is my first series of fantasy stories. I'm a new writer, and I seem to be improving as I go along. I know my first story was OK....and my second one was even better, but I hope to blow you all away with this one. I appreciate constructive criticism...and I really do read all of the coments. --- *BEEP BEEP BEEP* I woke up. Ohhhhh...... I said, rubbing my eyes. What ime is it? I looked at the clock on Kevin's bedstand, 8:30 a.m. Holy shit!! Kevin wake up!!! I yelled. His hair was...