“You were ashes.” As I stood in the doorway of my sister Everette’s bedroom just past midnight, tears were warm and sticky…
“You were ashes.” As I stood in the doorway of my sister Everette’s bedroom just past midnight, tears were warm and sticky…
It’s here – midnight & indigo issue no.11! Featuring new short stories and essays by 10 emerging and established Black women storytellers…
At first, there was only the Sun. Shining brightly, he illuminated powerfully in space. Sun knew he was a burning ball of…
It was cold on the way to Grandma’s house. Mom had plucked Tye and Jordan from their beds at some still-nighttime hour…
“They’re making fun of my Arabic,” whispers my cousin as he squeezes next to me. I roll my eyes, unwilling to move…
“Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best childhood friend, slammed the door and headed…
The summer Aneka’s leg is broken, her big sister Rima has a sleepover with all of her lacrosse friends. Aneka helps her…
If I walked to the window in the kitchen, the little one right above the creaky sink, I could look out over…
My mother never gave me the family recipe for candied yams, so I gotta figure it out myself. Everyone else already has…
On Christmas night, I found peace in my mother’s rendition of a Jody Watley song. Only inches from the speakers, Mama sat…
Naomi smiled when she received Amir’s note to ask her out during History class because it confirmed her beliefs—that she was different…
Musu sat on a big rock. A beige bar of caustic soap stood vertically on the pile of dirty laundry at her…
337. It’s the number of miles from New York to Virginia. It’s approximately 3 two-hour movies or a season and a half…
I teach sixth graders by day and write anonymously for a local news column by night. I’ve never told anyone in my…
It’s here – midnight & indigo digital issue no.1! Featuring 10 short stories and essays by Black women writers from the U.S.,…