My Friend

Between the concrete laid floor of the halls leading from the sun burnt rooms were classrooms, I step onto the…

The Truth

NOTE: Story dialogue is written in Jamaican Dialect or Patios, it is not bad English it is also not using…

Grab It

Basking in the glory like a grand king. The memory was typical, only that could keep me up, it was…

That Clean

I took it up, it seemed typical. Simple was what I described to the dark brown faced store employee. The…

Aisle 1

NOTE: Story dialogue is written in Jamaican Dialect or Patios, it is not bad English it is also not using…

Serina

My old life was gone, my friends were gone, what was waiting for me thereā€¦ The glazed rays shone on…