The year was 2081…

The year was 2081, and the world was fast asleep. All across the blood-strewn trenches and muddy campsites, the serenity of rhythmic breathing and the whistling of the wind through the crevices of the barrack windows molded together into an eerily familiar but ghastly symphony. Inside barrack number 27, John Frosting’s eyes spun from side … More The year was 2081…

Exclusive interview with Ethel Wells: A Walk Down Memory Lane

NOTICE: Ethel Wells is a character from The Underground Railroad. This interview examines her internal thoughts, childhood, and experiences throughout the book. I highly recommend The Underground Railroad. *** Ethel and I were sitting in a spacious room with blank walls. Q: Good morning, Ethel., It’s great to have you with us today. How are … More Exclusive interview with Ethel Wells: A Walk Down Memory Lane


Pop went the spitball, catapulting through the sticky classroom air in a perfect arc before burying itself into Ms. Crawford’s frizzy hair. She whirled around, bolts of anger flashing in her eyes as the classroom filled with raucous laughter. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He wasn’t laughing with his classmates, … More Shell

Blurry Dreams

He spoke in a thick russian accent, rolling his “r”s and squashing his “O”s like bugs on a windshield wiper, so that “loops” became “lupes”, the “flips” became “fleeps”, and “arabesque” became a mass of tongue rolling and lost syllables. He used to stand there, a leg jutted out, a look of disgust on his … More Blurry Dreams

Three tattoos

Double Hearts The wind chimes on the door jingled festively as a couple walked in hand in hand. The women, teetering in her tall heels, led the man directly to the pile of tattoo idea pictures the parlor set up in the waiting area. “We should get each other’s names above our hearts so like, … More Three tattoos


He glanced at the dashboard. Damn. It’s 8:40 already. His wife must be worrying about him at their tiny flat. As if the heavens read his thought, the phone on the seat beside him started buzzing. Taking his eyes off the empty, dimly lit highway, he grabbed his old Nokia and flipped it open. “Honey, sorry … More Troubles