Blackvoices Stories

Tales of the story of love.

A writer looks into the "real" Mark Twain: his persona, and how it and he changed over time, helping Twain become one of the most beloved writers we all know and love today. Welcome to Twain's Persona: A New Look.

Words of the struggle for the struggle. Guiding you through all hard times. Ultimately leading to the ultimate success.

Words from a fed up, black woman. I will not rest until we see CHANGE

A remembrance about a girl fighting to freedom and fighting for family

In the dusty streets of Sebokeng, Vaal Triangle, a young boy navigates the fractured world of township life, where early morning bus shifts, backyard shacks, and echoing sirens form the rhythm of daily survival. Life continues bleak, vibrant, and indifferent-but something sinister stirs beneath the surface. As friends talk soccer, stolen kisses, and street tournaments, whispers spread of a name no one dares speak aloud - Velaphi. A chilling mystery unfolds as a brutal tavern fight ends in silence and shadows, and secrets from the past begin to awaken. Through the eyes of a teenage boy juggling school, siblings, and his mother's silent resilience, we're pulled into a hauntingly real narrative of broken systems, buried truths, and the growing fear of what - or who - Velaphi really is. Raw. Real. Rooted in South African township reality.

Just something to get my writing spirit in gear! I am a Pinterest-aholic and saw that they have some interesting prompts and ideas there. Mostly from Tumblr but I found them on Pinterest, hence the title. So, here you go; some random short stories/one shots inspired by the prompts I found there. Not sure if all will be DC-related but you should know me by now; chances are 97% that they will be.

The Last Bell Before the Bite" In the heart of New Orleans, two high school brothers are just trying to survive the streets, the system, and each other. Tyree, the younger, wild one, is caught up in hood dreams and group chat beefs that go too far. Malik, the older brother, just wants peace-but carrying family pressure, street tension, and secrets makes peace feel impossible. When a fight after school turns deadly, one brother disappears... only to return with a strange hunger and secrets that can't be explained. Inspired by true events, The Last Bell Before the Bite is an urban supernatural story about grief, guilt, hood survival, and the monsters we become-by choice or by bite.

Walk into the home of my thoughts and you would only see me as I am. Not me as I hope to be, not me as you hope me to be, just me. Let these poems be a reflection of that space

A collection of poetry straight from my heart. TW: Some of the poetry is linked to what is going on in current day America and how I feel as a Black woman with everything. Police brutality is mentioned.

After a long and tiring day at karate class, Melody-our spirited little adventurer-comes home feeling frustrated and ready to quit. "Maybe I'm not strong enough," she whispers, slumping at the dinner table. Her mother smiles gently, prepares her a warm meal, and says, "Let me tell you about some women who never gave up." What follows is a magical, cozy, and inspiring bedtime journey where Melody listens to true stories of powerful warrior queens, fierce revolutionaries, fearless leaders, and brave defenders of their people. Each night, a new story is told-one chapter per historical woman-showcasing how real-life "sheroes" faced battles, protected their people, and changed history forever. The book combines vivid storytelling, history, and magic through Melody's imagination. As she dreams, she often sees herself standing alongside these women-learning, fighting, and growing stronger.

In which he learns that his place in the world isn't as secure as he thought. In which he learns that the problem runs deeper than his family. In which they learn that their skin dark as night, their facial features hardened by the life they've lived, their humanity never acknowledged is warped by society to brand them as valueless.

"A collection of poems tracing my journey through survival, growth, hope, and reflection. Each day, a new entry-a thought, a feeling, a piece of me. These are my words, finally set free."

In the heart of the city, where survival is a daily struggle and love often hides behind hardship, Malik Carter rises from the chaos with one guiding light-his mother, Brenda. Dear Mama is a gripping, emotional journey through the life of a young Black man shaped by poverty, pain, and a mother's unconditional love. Brenda, a woman with her own demons, fights tooth and nail to raise her son with dignity and purpose. From late nights working dead-end jobs to sheltering Malik from the streets, her strength becomes the foundation of his transformation. As Malik grows older, temptation pulls at him, violence lurks around every corner, and anger threatens to consume him-but Brenda's voice, her sacrifices, and her quiet resilience never leave his heart. When Malik returns home years later, now a successful man, he's forced to face the past he tried to forget-and the woman who made him everything he is. Dear Mama is a powerful tribute to the women who fight for their children when the world gives them nothing. It's a story of love, redemption, and the bond that can never be broken.

Roseline "Rose" Lapierre is a Haitian-American teenager, junior in high school, and a very creative and driven girl. Rose is also an aspiring artist. She's very talented, but she is very critical of herself. Rose wants to move to NYC for college and go to art school. She deals with anxiety, and she over analyzes things a lot. Rose goes to therapy, takes meds, etc. She's not one of the popular kids; she has a few friends. Rose ends up meeting a new girl at school who moved from Texas, Andrea. They click immediately. While building up a friendship, they help each other throughout the rest of the school year and change each other's lives forever. Rose reflects on her life thus far through a project assigned to her by her art teacher. At first, she's stressed out about it, but learns great truths about herself in the process.

the amalgamation of my emotions and experiences put into words the best way I know how through spoken word and short stories.

Black Atlas is a speculative fiction anthology that reimagines pivotal moments in Black history through a blend of real events and bold fictional twists. From slavery-era time travel to present-day reckonings, each story explores a different "what if" - rewriting the past, reclaiming the present, and reshaping the future. What if you could stop a tragedy? What if one conversation changed everything? What if history wasn't finished? These are not just stories - they are alternate routes, speculative rebellions, and echoes of lives that might have been.

"This is more than words. This is the voice of generations flowing through me. Read carefully, feel it, and let it rise in you." This poem is a declaration of ancestral power and resilience. It carries the voices of generations whose strength, courage, and sacrifices are etched into the blood and bones of their descendants. Every barefoot step, every whispered song, every secret dance is alive in the speaker. It honors the women who walked through storms, healed with herbs, and sang beneath the moonlight; the ancestors whose prayers and sacrifices built the foundation for survival against impossible odds. This poem reminds us that every tear we shed, every step we take, every breath we draw, is an extension of those who came before. "Roots That Sing" is a tribute to the unbroken lineage of resilience, courage, and sacred hope, calling us to rise and carry the legacy forward. "Powerful illustration of a figure standing tall, surrounded by glowing, intertwining roots and ghostly silhouettes of ancestors. Symbolizes the strength, resilience, and unbroken lineage of generations flowing through one person."

An essay by poet and writer Troy R. Jackson.

This is some things I had to write in school that I think are pretty cool. Might polish them up some time and make them better. I tell what I was meant to write and then copy/paste what I did write.