When I placed the cell phone on my ear, I was instantly greeted by the sound of Sam crying on the other end. “Ron, I made the baby. I gave birth.” “That’s great, but why are you crying?” “Because he’s ...

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The morning met Jean and me on our feet. The night passed us quickly, and so did the trees as we kept running nonstop. Even the thought of resting was unwelcomed by growling, wails, and other sounds ...

There were no more faces in the trees, so I assumed that we were out of douen territory, but there was still an unnatural cold chill that lingered in the bright evening air that I couldn’t shake as ...

A.K. Gonzales is an online blogger and novelist from the sunny, twin-island state of Trinidad and Tobago. He was born on October 30th, 1992, and is more famously known as Trinikid. He grew up in ...

The trip was over. Life went on. The mission to take my girlfriend to Europe to save our relationship was a failure. We didn’t completely split up when we returned home, bouncing in and out of our ...

Someone was at the door. At 7 in the morning?! Geez! I crawled up from my bed, my brows heavy and muscles stiff. My body was in no position to be moving at this time of day. I rubbed the sand out of ...

“What is the smoke for?” I asked. “It protects the inside of the huts from termites. We worst enemies.” “Those small little things?” Jean said. “But as I said, being small doesn’t make you…” Jalker ...

Every night, I parked my mom’s Tiida sedan outside of Kate’s home, and every night Kate was absent. Her father was there most of the nights, and I knew this because most nights he ambled outside and ...

There was now a void in my life that could have only been filled with Samantha yelling at me and telling me what to do. I didn’t want to cry. I tried to keep it together, but I would then remember ...

“Umbrella!” Jean Williams, stern-faced and militant, said in a loud and commanding tone. She stood in front of the mirror of our rented Port of Spain, Trinidad, house while she spoke, fixing her hair ...

“I’ve finished my book,” Kate said among the sound of the waves at Maracas Beach. We were taking a stroll along the shore early in the June afternoon, just her and I. “Oh really? I thought you lost it ...