Interacial Stories

Danny Joe, my friend and lover, had left for the States, and I was a bit lost and lonely. He had been gone for about two weeks, and I was moping around. I had gone to Toko Ri, the small village outside Camp Hovey. I was drinking and not really paying attention to the bar girls. I would go to my normal clubs have a beer or two then back to my room. I had to go to the supply room for some items that I needed for the next fi...

The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of Delilah’s bedroom, painting stripes of gold across her lavender comforter. She lay on her stomach, chin propped in her hands, scrolling through her phone with a restless sigh. Her light blonde hair, cut in a sharp, straight line of bangs across her forehead, fell around her face like a curtain. A text bubble popped up from her best friend, Melody. Melody: I'm bored out...