Multicultural Stories

Chesha Neko (Cheh-SHA neh-KO) Jada Versailles was an easy woman to hate. Her hair looked like she got up early to wash, blow-dry, and curl it. Her nails weren’t chipped. Her clothes looked expensive. How could she walk in heels that high all day? She appeared, to most people in New York City, like a beautiful, professional woman of exotic ancestry who had never suffered any hardship in her entire life and never would. Her...

I threw my keys into my bag as I rushed towards the door and took a backwards glance over the flat that I shared with my boyfriend Michael. I felt a slight pang of guilt but not enough to stop me from leaving our shared apartment complex to meet the man I had been seeing for the last month. Melvin lived in the next block of private apartments but funnily enough, that wasn’t where I had first spotted him. Two miles from wh...

I decided to fore-go the perfunctory trip home for the holidays and spend it with my girlfriends. After a less than appetizing dinner, we threw on our best club gear and set out for a night on the town. The Blue Room, a trendy after hours hangout, pulsed with energy, and most importantly in my opinion, rock solid Servicemen. Trapped on our soil, those unfortunate foreign students of The International Air War College gathe...