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Weekly Contest #352
This story is inspired by the song The Soul Controller by Ghostface Killah Maurice Powers should have just said no when Isaac Aguilar asked him if he wanted to make some easy money. That was the exact reason why he was saying silent prayers in Isaac’s passenger seat. Isaac sped through the streets of Raleigh like he didn't have 2 ounces of weed in a back pack in the backseat. “Maurice chill the fuck out, you are making me nervous.” Isaac says. “Bruh, how the fuck you not going to tell me you had weed in the car before I got in this bitch?”...
Weekly Contest #321
Carlos Huston, a fit 45-year-old Black male, stepped onto the tarmac of Rafael Núñez International Airport in Cartagena, Colombia. He thought that the many trips he made to the desert while in the Navy as a younger man would prepare him for any kind of heat, but the heat in Cartagena was different. Asia, Europe, the Middle East—more times than he could count, Carlos had been all over the world, but never Cartagena. Still, it held a place in his heart.Years ago, fresh out of boot camp and “A” School, Carlos had been chosen for a special assig...
Weekly Contest #317
I stand there frozen as the beautiful olive skinned brunette approaches me and my business partner Chris. I guess you could see the intense emotion on my face because Chris waves his hand and asks “You good?” “I don't know,” I reply. She gets closer and I swear it's her Fadwa Bennis just as beautiful as the last day I saw her. “Table for 2?” she asks as she approaches. “Fadwa? How did you escape?” I ask. “Escape? And how racist is it to assume just because I’m brown, I’m muslim and my name is Fadwa?” she asks. “What the hell?” Chris askes “D...
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