Carnival time come, and I was a single entry. I not in any troup or nothing. I just parading in me costume all by meself. Everybody asking me what song that is and where me music coming from? I tell them I write the song, which is true, and i
Adam Kessler hated working graves, especially in this part of town. The people here seemed more dead than alive. And every other building was a burned-out husk, falling prey to time and shadows. He couldn’t help but wonder why the Captain ha
Kameelah adjusted the over-sized sunglasses cradled on the bridge of her nose before glancing down at herself once more. To put it bluntly, she felt absolutely ridiculous in this latest get-up. Designer shades, a funky tee shirt, white runn
When the amaNdukhanya impi finally brought the amaMatile captives and cattle—along with the four amaZungu, the New People—to their home territory, the outlanders could not have been faulted if they believed they were entering a country of g
Annabelle sat on her porch, watching them as they shuffled past. The weeping willows and bluish brown waters were a soothing backdrop to their passage. Shacks lined the main road, clusters of the little wooden houses scattered behind it. To
“As soon as you’re born, you go through crap. And there’re different categories of crap. There’s general crap, like working and paying bills, puttin’ up with bad bosses, and female crap, like having men expect you to massage their ego. And I
The night-black lamellar armor was not much darker than its wearer, whose features looked chiseled from an obsidian block. Beneath Commander Garrick Lokk’s cool gaze burned the fire of purpose. His heart thumped anticipation, even as his min
The rest of the City beyond my apartment is a rising stack of glass helixes and pregnant ellipsoids, twisting up to the crimson filament above. It has grown, this City, in just that way, slowly developing layers of hyperglass and ultraplasti
Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a happy Farmer and Baker, who, like many, lived off of the land. Their family was known for providing the heartiest and sweetest yams for miles and miles. People came from villages far, far away t
The soft melody of Thelonius Monk’s Ask Me Now played from the history archives, seeping through the sleep-gel bed molded around Ray. He pushed himself upright. The gel mattress hardened to the consistency of a firm bed. Anika’s side of the