Nose piercing

interfere with my plans?” Then I snapped. Who does this guy think he is? “Listen here, you deranged idiot! My little sister is scared. I don’t care what you do to me, but I will not let you hurt my sister!” Seething with rage, I punched him in the nose. A trickle of blood flowed down the man’s face. “You have made a grave mistake,” he whispered, his voice sounding not unlike the hiss of a king cobra. His lips were cracked and puffy, dried blood (not from punching him) dotting the cupid’s bow. A…

slipped through every tiny crack we could find. We ran and ran till our legs felt numb and sore, suddenly my wife came to an abrupt stop causing me to almost collide with her, we had arrived. A warm sweet sensational smell drifted slowly passed our noses, leading us towards a room that shone as bright as the stars of the midnight sky. There in front of us was a large dining room with bright golden chandeliers strung from the pure white ceiling, there were tables going on for miles and miles with…

black, and even worse, I am a woman. The black race, expects up to take care of our own, your elders, men and youth, in fact the race is entirely reliant on us yet they hurl insults at us. I am told, I’m not pretty enough, if I change my lips, hair, nose, but keep my hip and ass I can be. I am the receiver of insults, better yet they are hurled at me by those who I wish to protect and wish well for. I incessantly make allowances for the black men when they need saving, even after they reject us…

First, I started darkening up my makeup. At the very least I would have thick black eyeliner and a bold lip. Then, I made sure to incorporate more black into my wardrobe when I was not stuck at work. Finally, I went as far as getting my nose pierced. This was towards the very end of the project and I was in a tattoo parlor with my friend. I began to get the “why not” mentality and just went for it. At first, I had instant regret but it has really grown on me. The gothic look overall made…

reaching for food and water like a beast to settle my ravenousness. At that moment, the cage halted. My eyes trembled trying to make sense of where I was, but darkness had engulfed me. My hopes were starting to disappear until a familiar scent touched my nose: an essence of sweet morning grass,…

Her. Her eyes were piercing, almost like a cat. Absolutely beautiful. She never ceased to amaze me, and frankly, it always made me wonder how she lived so long without being killed. Every time she and I make eye-contact I only fell harder, I can’t help but want.. No.. Need…

What is the most sincere feeling that human has? It is fear. Fear will always tell you whether you should fight or flight. Fear was the reason that we continued to make more and more fire during our early stages of evolution as intelligent creatures. Fire gave us light, light drove away beasts in the darkness, And even if the feeling of safety was brief, it was satisfying nonetheless. Then we made houses to keep the dangerous beasts away from us. They gave us feeling of safety that lasts as long…

The moment you step into the exhibition “A New Republic” by Kehinde Wiley on the fifth floor of the Brooklyn museum, you are embraced with a sense of equality. You look around and all you see are black men and women captured in various mediums by the artist where you can clearly see the uniqueness. At the center of the exhibit are glass stain portraits; sculptures surround half the room and the other half has 22k gold leaf, oil on wood panel or oil on linen paintings. The paintings are large in…

their bodies launched into space, then their families back on the home world of Xneonta, would be exiled to one of the outer work reassignment planets. Trulog was humanoid, tall for someone of his race, huge furry head, small beady dark piercing eyes; a stub of a nose, his mouth was large with an overabundance of teeth, sharp teeth. He had strong heavy shoulders that were also covered in short brownish fur, long heavily muscled arms as well as legs, also covered in the same fur. He wore heavy…

he recognize my name? “Petra, you’re… the only Mahtali I’ve met… who cares.” He winced as he changed his position in the bed, and I repositioned the pillow behind his head. “You would rather... keep me alive than let me die.” I couldn’t meet his piercing gaze. “I’m sorry. This war is—we’ve caused so… so much suffering. Your people...” I paused, uncertain how to continue. How could I possibly understand what this man had gone through? I knew nothing of starvation. When was the last time I had…