Narratives

Long read creative fiction and non-fiction

Being A South Carolinian

There’s a difference in being from the South and being a South Carolinian. Yes, we…

The Tragedy Of Living Your Life Facing Backwards

Back in ye olden days, psychologists everywhere were heavily influenced by the ravings of some…

Feminism
On Feminism: A Time For Platform And A Time For Pie

I had a date with my professor. Actually, let me rephrase that—I had a date…

Baby Shoes

Carolina lay on the rainbow-colored carpet, the bristles ticking her arms. Sunlight struck the light…

The Rain Is Here

By June Alexander The rain is here, my bones told me. But he is not,…

My Black Coat

My mom bought me a black coat two months into my freshman year at Brigham…

Weird Black Girls: Excerpt Two

ii. Nuclear Season [divider] [/divider] “You’re coming with me to the Halloween party, right?” My…

A Letter To My Little Sister

My Dearest India Rose, When I was a little girl (like you are now) I…

Weird Black Girls: Excerpts From A Novel

I killed a woman in me: one I did not love. —Gabriela Mistral, from “The…

critters
I Never Did Care Much For People, But I Sure Do Love Critters

Somewhere in the double bed, buried under five to seven dogs, is Bill. His coarse…