Civilrights Stories

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION In 1955, mixed-race Ethan Harper leaves his progressive hometown for a summer in Alabama where he's not welcome, except by resident free spirit...

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION. There are some friends you never forget. It's the summer of 1955. For Ethan Harper, a biracial kid raised mostly by his white father, race has alw...

"Wherever your soul was before, mine was there too." - Hira He's Jackson. But he's also: Daniel. Theodore. Nathan. Nicholas. Zachary. She's Aaliyah. But she's...

When James met Emilienne, he was 17 and ignorant. Emilienne was fierce and full of fight for her rights to be treated just as equally as James was. James, now in his lat...

{ in which a girl who never felt like she had a dream encounters her destiny through a brazen civil rights activist.}

In an alternate history where a young white man named Daniel Mitchell intervenes at the Lorraine Motel on April 4, 1968, and stops James Earl Ray from assassinating Dr...

In a future on the brink of civil war, a nearly indestructible Sunguard Special Agent faces the ruthless military regime that has overthrown the Terran Federation. As sh...

Based on the Sit-Ins movement The names used are all based upon real people. Disclaimer: Written during my final year in high school. The terminology can be a bit eff...

In another world... Magical kingdoms reign across the lands. Serfdom, corruption, slavery, and wars persist throughout history. Two tall continents are parallel to each...

Raised in a family with extremely conservative values, Baileigh seeks an escape from the diluted values of her family and community. Fighting against injustice, Baileigh...

In 1969 three young men make a groovy road trip around the United States. The music is far-out. The people are cool. The establishment is rotten.

this is a spoken word/ poem about the injustice black people are facing in america and how something must be done to stop it

A recently removed statue of a Confederate soldier recounts the events seen from atop his plinth, his voice finally heard in the screams of the smelting furnace.

My strifes with the 28-29 days that is Black History a month.

A poem I wrote on the civil war. Hope you guys like it.

furiously typing prose into my little screen to work out the wrongdoings of those, and myself.

I received a very interesting request from school, to write an essay and explain what would i look like as a book, what audience would i attract, and what could i possib...

My outlook after living in Minneapolis during the summer of 2020 Update: I am pleased that the killer cop was found guilty, there are so many more George Floyd's who nev...

This is not a hate speech. This is just how i feel. Please don't judge me. Black in America