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The Empress is taken to the Underworld Court by the King, and she is shown to an underground house

“What is this place?” she asks herself as she sees that the streets inside this underground house are paved with solid gold, and that the courtyard had a fountain, trees, and a garden built...

Three hours pass and the phone rings again

Three hours passes and the phone rings again. A couple of rings. He opens his eyes and smiles at the caller ID. He glances at his watch. 5:46. He looks up and sighs, shaking...

Dale and I were going to be the only people in our group that day

I was going to be the only visitor to the rest and eat area of President James K. Polk Memorial Rest Area. So far, only a few of us had been allowed into the...

I walked to the front yard of my house

I was tired. I had lost 7 kg in the last 2 years. I was almost dead. I needed food. I was ready to eat in the front yard. The night was still young....

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Farai Sevenzo shares her account of waking up to the sound of a...

Thursday 24th April. 5.50am I awoke to the sound of a noise. It was my alarm clock, but this time I was not surprised to see it. It had been playing music for the...

This is the story of the night of the 7th of July, the day after the attacks on the United States

I grabbed my keys from the kitchen table. I picked up my keys and walked into the bedroom. I threw my keys on top of the dresser and picked up my cell phone. I...

In our series of letters from African-American journalists, novelist and writer Ta-Nehisi Coates tells the story of his mother-in-law’s first visit to a doctor’s...

It's a cold day in October, my mother-in-law is going to go visit her mother. I have been thinking of the time I stood in front of my first ever doctor's office. It was...

The constable turned to look at the girl

“Yes.” A low voice answered. "Please.” The constable took a step back as a girl of average height, brown eyes, and long, straight dark hair appeared just beyond the opening. “We are not alone,”...

The group gathered in the back of Emil’s truck

“It’s almost here!” Jax said excitedly as he hopped into the cab. “Is it the time yet?” asked Jess. She couldn’t remember what time it had been this morning but it wasn’t morning anymore....

In our series of letters from African journalists, film-maker and columnist Karishma Vaswani looks at what it is like to be separated from the...

It is an odd idea that I have been separated from the world. There must be an explanation, but it’s difficult to remember what it is. My body and mind seem to have been...

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The Empress is taken to the Underworld Court by the King, and she is shown to an underground house

“What is this place?” she asks herself as she sees that the streets inside this underground house are paved with solid gold, and that the courtyard had a fountain, trees, and a garden built...

It’s not dark enough for me to draw my own blood

Now, here, the silence is broken by a cawing that’s not a bird nor a crow, but an owl. The owl flies directly into the headlights. I see him, a large yellow eyed bird...

My sister was killed in a drunk driving accident

Walking to the beach with my umbrella still on top, I watched the water rippling on the rocky shore and thought to myself…I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in. I want to go...