Dracula’s Fear by Cortney Joseph

Perhaps it were a last attempt at rebellion, his last attempt at being ‘bad’, at hurting those close to him. It used to come with such ease. Everything in his after-life came with ease before Princess Aveena of Ethiopia stormed into his life like fog and mist on All Hallows’ Eve. Read More

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Your Precious Love | #ThrowAwayWeek

He chuckled lightly, allowing his personal problems to dissipate for a moment as he focused his attention on his daughter. Though she would never say so, he knew he’d been doing poorly as of late, leaving her to fend for herself when he should have been holding himself together just for her, if for no one else. Read More

Tramp | #ThrowAwayWeek

A crowd of folks, screaming and carrying on as if something major was happening. Getting closer, she caught sight of the cause of the commotion, a local celebrity with no shame over the sudden attention he was garnering from people who hadn’t had a kind word to say about him a day in his young life. He most certainly took no issue over the young and slightly older women of the neighborhood fawning over him. Chaz Hemphill smiled devilishly, licking his lips as he looked down at a girl that had dogged him since elementary school, taking full advantage of all his recent good fortune had bought him. Read More

Rules Of Engagement | #ThrowAwayWeek

A chilly September afternoon brought about an added amount of stress that Leal Hardesty didn’t need in her life. She’d been running back and forth, on little to no sleep, for well over two weeks and all she wanted was a small break from the mishaps that only seemed to occur to her. Read More

Batiste | #ThrowAwayWeek

Without another moment of hesitation, the young man nodded, thanking Celestine as he stumbled out of his seat and walked off, the gris-gris clutched closely to his chest. She kissed her teeth, groaning as she sat back in the seat that no longer felt comfortable beneath her large bottom. Read More

New Horizons | #ThrowAwayWeek

In less than a year, he’d sprung tall like a bean stalk, just over six feet tall and towering over his siblings and parents. Despite his best efforts to gain weight, and muscles, he remained slim in size. Sighing, he leaned close to the mirror just to see how bad his latest bout of acne was. Read More

Last Day by Cortney Joseph

No one, and I do mean no one, has felt or understood or come to know pain the way I have. It thrives when I’m at my highest, sitting back, waiting to drag me down to the pits of sorrow and depression; waiting to laugh and taunt, show me that I have been and will always be a nothing and a nobody in this world. Read More

The 25th (Part 6 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

I took a deep breath, preparing myself to cry. The way I do every year, but something different happened. I laid there all the way until it got to the part of the song where Ice Cube began running off crimes that white people commit but blame black folks for, and nothing happened. No tears, no sense of heaviness, no sense of failure. Read More

The 25th (Part 5 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

Though I was exhausted, having worked a few extra hours the day before… I made it a point to get up early this saturday morning. The 29th, and while I have this stupid competition I let Justin and my sister talk me into doing, that the creators decided at the last minute to change the time for, I also need to see my daddy this morning. To see him, and to give him his copies of my last two poetry collections. Read More

The 25th (Part 4 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

Thankfully today, I got off early, and tomorrow, the 22nd, I have the day off. I knew that if I was finally going to get serious about doing this competition, and working towards feeling better about myself in general, I had to buckle down. That starts today, and if I have to keep my ass in the house and work all evening and night, then so be it. Read More