a story about two lovers on the run for freedom. the story takes place in the 19th century, right before slavery ends. a story where strength and determination is key. This is the journey.....

(Previously That Indian Boy or Preparing for the Tide) Ranil Bajwa dreamed of becoming one of the biggest and baddest hairstylists in the country, but to get to his dream he has to learn under a veteran of the game, Roman Bousaid. The man made a sour first impression, but Ranil quickly realized that Roman probably wasn't all that bad. What was an apprenticeship soon turned into a struggle to keep his heart from wagging its tail and running after the Frisbee known as Roman Bousaid, and if Ranil wasn't going to keep his heart in check, his competition, a feisty young blonde, would. Can Ranil keep on track and achieve his dream, or will his heart pull a stop sign on him?

"my very own yoko." confused at first, then i realized he was talking about me. my very own john.

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science. For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The embodiment of 'tears of joy,' that laughs to keep from crying, not many people understand her struggle. Mostly because she barely understands it herself, but she's making it...barely. All she wants to do is make something out of herself, and she's willing to work for it. Kwame Okari has been raised to be perfect. His parents' strict expectations at son leave no room for friendships, which they regard as frivolous. Their only concern is for him to be Ivy League, and he cannot afford to disappoint. He is a boy on a mission, with a clear objective: be first. And there's only one person standing in his way-Wylan. As the two develop a better understanding of each other, competing agendas complicate their relationship forcing them to decide which is more important: attraction or ambition, satisfaction or success, friendship or fruition, and lead them to wonder if one has to be mitigated for the other.

Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sage has never experienced the desperate competition that arrives when the title of captain is at stake, nor has she experienced the desperate feeling of what some may call love, only for it to be forbidden. Join Sage on her journey through trials and tribulations as a Bisonette. [Book One of the Bisonette Series]

lust before hate and then maybe love. some personal nonfiction short stories, some fiction stories, maybe some poems, maybe a rant. maybe it may be solitude.

Love is about risk, and sometimes you have to risk it all for the one you love.

Nora's the lead singer of Peacock, vying to win the battle of the bands at her small liberal arts college, but every time she's on stage her attention is on someone who's always in the crowd - a certain Ava who doesn't realize they share the same hometown in Mississippi. Nora fantasizes a future with her childhood crush, but Ava's map of romance doesn't even include her - although Nora's been working at changing that. Unfortunately, when a stray acoustic cover of one of Peacock's songs goes viral, Ava snatches the opportunity to ask the boy in the video on a date, and Nora is left in an awkward position as her confidante. As the pressure of keeping her secret grows, Nora struggles with the decision to finally confess her feelings, but there's one thing stopping her: She just so happens to be the boy in the video. -- All individuals, incidents, and institutions are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real events, occurrences, or persons is merely coincidental. © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)

young relationships are truly something.

follow up book to The Boy... I am Donald, I am no good at writing descriptions. Leave that to my pal.