Tag: Women of Colour

Fiction: Transmutation Chapter Sixty Four

Chapter Sixty Four Aabirah shook her head again. She cleared her throat hard. “I believe you already,” she croaked past the lump in her throat. “Y-You do?” Daaem whispered, sounding delighted. She nodded. “I do.” “Oh.” He grinned. “Then why are you having nightmares?” he added, a little frown of confusion appearing on his forehead. … Continue reading Fiction: Transmutation Chapter Sixty Four →

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 15

Part Fifteen Goodbye. I never said it out loud, but I want to think they heard it. I don’t know exactly how long it’s been since the last time I spoke to anyone I know. That’s a little pathetic, isn’t it? It’s the truth though. I tried to, at first. I did the dutiful friend/daughter/young … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 15 →

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eleven

Part Eleven I want to go home. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home! There’s just one problem. I am home. Or as close to it as I’ll be getting. I want to go back to the home where I was a pampered little darling, where I knew nothing of … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eleven →

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eight

Part Eight Hurricane S hates to cook and that hatred suits me just fine because she makes the worst kind of food known to man. It’s become my habit to come home from work and pop into the kitchen to unwind and cook myself the perfect meal, depending on my mood. I usually cook enough … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eight →

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 3

Part 3   I love being thought of as a flake. It’s so much fun. I mean, granted, I was one as a teenager. But I don’t think it’s fair to count that for anything. I was a teenager. They’re all flaky, it’s part of the job description, isn’t it? I’ve gotten a heck of … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 3 →