It's Gonna Rain

dropped the polaroid so I’m not quite sure what I am touching. I smell my fingers. I gagged. I don’t know what this is. But it smells dreadful. I find the polaroid and snap a quick picture. Red. Red. It’s all I see. Is red. It 's in my hair. It’s on my face. It 's on my hands. All over my clothes. It’s everywhere. I freak out and awkwardly scoot myself backwards in a quick-like motion. I feel a wall press up against my back. I stand up quickly. I snap a quick picture. I gasp and my whole face…

after I leave the ocean. Even if it’s not saltwater, there’s always seaweed, or sharp rocks, a piece of plastic or an empty bottle some douche who couldn’t wait for a trash can threw in inconsiderately...but really, if I’m being honest, those are only the reasons I tell people I don’t want to swim. Thinking about all the things that lurk in the water you can’t see -- that’s terrifying, but even worse is just thinking about the water itself. Water is powerful. It’s rolling waves may be beautiful,…

Built from the ground by Alexander Van Der Wells, now it’s Noah’s. This is what he comes to every day. His own kingdom. Ruling with an iron fist. There are four different elevators circling the grandiose lobby, and Mikey Boy leads me to elevator number two. Not sure he realizes he’s spoken to my boobs instead of my face when he steps aside and tells me to go ahead of him. Hmm. Here’s someone who’s not afraid to leer. Can’t blame him, though. I do have a nice pair. Soothing classical music…

experiences the most spectacular transformation. He goes from distraught and pitiful, to a man worthy of respect. Mama realizes this about Walter, confiding in Ruth that “He finally came into his manhood today, didn’t he? Kind of like a rainbow after the rain…”…

Slave Short Story Today was one of the gloomy days. It was already hard enough to work out in the fields but in addition to that it was pouring down rain. I had just left the slave cabins and I was already drenched. My little brother, John and I trudged towards the plantation with our parents. We were only wearing rag-like clothes and walking barefoot to the fields. I had already stepped on more than a dozen rocks. “Ouch,” screeched John. He was having the same problem as me. Since he was only…

time.” “What?” I wail, on the verge of breaking down. “Is there a special time for you to be my best friend? I need you now. Whatever dick you have in there can wait.” Lowering her voice, she growls at me through clenched teeth, “No, it can’t wait. It’s Muscles. We were just about to seal the deal. Your timing stinks.” Muscles. So this is why he’s been unavailable all day? “Sorry, Kiki, but I need to speak with him, too.” I try to push past her, and she blocks me, pleading. “Lotty, you know…

The Audacity of Sincerity I 'm being sincere here, I promise; but the thought of blazing a trail of sincerity in a world that is accustomed to lies is an audacious move that requires stern commitment. I have wondered time and time again that how did we get to the point where manipulation has become the norm; sincerity and irony have almost become synonymous. On the part of the pop artistes, I see a conundrum of insincerity that is necessitated by an audience that has developed “itchy ears” for…

Hungry) 24 is a call by Marley for the government to help the poor, starving people of Trenchtown as well as the world’s impoverished people. Them belly full, but we hungry; A hungry mob is a angry mob. A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough; A yot a-yook, but d' yood no 'nough. You're gonna dance to jah music,…

Madiha is six years old. Her birthday is March twenty-ninth. Madiha enjoys reading books and doing her homework. She loves to play with her friends. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mia. Every day, she would go to her aunt's house. Every day, she thought the walk was boring. Until one day, she went to a shop, and she found a beautiful rug. She took the rug home, and she found out that it was a magic carpet. She flew everywhere. She went to India to see an elephant. She went to…