Short Story – A Game of Spades

Kiana, my girlfriend was up in arms about black unity. Kiana had come from a family full of black pride and felt she had an obligation to speak truth to power. The blunt had circled us twice and I was feeling it. The rooftop cookout in Brooklyn had dwindled to five: Kiana, Abbigail, Khalil, Jeremy…

Short Story – A Student Loan

Sallie Mae. 70,000 dollars? Please let this student loan be some kind of cruel joke. Like turning my studio apartment upside down looking for my keys just for them to be in my pocket. My left pocket. The same pocket as my IPhone without leaving a scratch. But then my IPhone drops and the screen…

Short Story – The Break Room

No matter where you are bathroom time is the best moment to question the existence of God. You think God must have felt like shitting on you, since you hate your co-workers: Kiss Ass Dave, Never Do Shit Derek and Big Booty Felicia – who runs game on you but probably does more than flirt…