Kiara stood at the front door of the one-story building, ready to make the leap of faith to enter the industry. She knocked on the door of the grey brick building. It looked as if it used to be an old rental place or even a flipped house.  As the door opened, she felt her anxiety well up inside of her. In front of the open door was a pale white guy with red hair. He wasn’t paying much attention to her as he was looking do...

Two hours later, the house was booming with excitement. The house was packed with people from college friends to acquaintances and music industry snoops just looking for a party. The guests ranged from dancing in the living room with drinks in hand to sitting by the fire roasting marshmallows to tipsy skinny-dipping poolside. The music was blasting through giant speakers. A mixologist stayed by the bar shaking and preppin...

Cypher was the name on everyone's lips. The lyricist who knew his way around a mic. He went from the underground to the mainstream in under two years. His voice, lyrics, and persona took the world by storm. He stuck to the classic looks of 90’s rappers with oversized hoodies, sweats, baggy jeans, gold chains and whatever new sneakers were popular. Meanwhile, his music ranged from club bangers to lyrics that spoke to the s...

She was waiting to see him. Her breath caught in her throat as she walked through the sterile prison halls. This wasn’t the main compound, where the prisoners were kept. This was a special building made specifically for...visitation. Conjugal visits are commonplace around the world but not in the United States. Only five states maintain the right of conjugal visitation, believing that prisoners were “unredeemable”. She di...

Chez Amore. The name shined in framed cursive lights over the new small restaurant in the Business District of San Francisco. A small walkway of lights led right up to the doorway. Inside had a sleek modern look with round booth tables, low dim lighting and a black, white and red aesthetic. It was a Friday evening around 7:30 pm. Usually, the restaurant would be packed with businessmen and women but thanks to the extreme...

He told me to close my eyes And I did A silk blindfold lapse over my eyes   He told me to hold my hands out And I did Metal cuffs clasped around my wrist   He told me to sit And I did  Leather fabric traced up my neck, a different sensation   He asked me if I trusted him And I did  Lead to the bed, with no hesitation   Fifty shades of grey That is a tale of heartache and abuse But people tend to take that as the truth   S...

Sophia “Sia” Symone walked towards the door of the large classroom. This was her first day and she wanted to make a good impression. She had heard and seen a lot during orientation but she still didn’t feel prepared. Mind you, she rarely did. She figured being anxious was her signature move. She took a long, deep breath, clutching her textbooks close to her chest as she pulled on the door handle on the right side of the a...