Blackart Stories

It's simple. If you're alone, you avoid heartbreak. At least that is what newly eligible bachelor, Dallas Grant, believed. He had no intentions of finding love again, b...

Murder Capitol follows the life of four young siblings trying to make it in their hood. Where killings are a daily occurrence, survival rates are low, and hope is nothin...

This is a series of daily and humorous conversations between several African deities and Almighty God about the state of Africa and the world.

From Brendan Whitt, the author of A Summer In Harlem and When the Crows Come Home comes his dramatic and episodic story about friendship. During the summer of 1967 a wea...

Just some art

A Poem I wrote when I was 26 years old, a single month we with two children, homeless striving to find myself. This poem got me and many other black women through some d...

"You see right through me. How do you do that shit?"

I need my own. I need it personal.

This story is for all the girls and boys who binge watch the notebook, romance anime, love jones, love and basketball, titanic, etc. Teen senior year through college lov...

This collection is based on Artwork produced by a friend of mine. She has a distinct way of putting messages throughout her work. We were hanging out sharing our passion...

Tryna forget every place you touched in my life Got me doing the unusual asking these strangers for a light I feel it in my lungs, got me coughing all night You left me...

Don't be cold.

An introspective read into the average everyday life. It's a collection of poetry that talks about relationships, spirituality, love, sex and drugs from the perspective...

Do you believe in ghosts? Kem is just a kid from an unknown forgotten town who makes it his mission to fulfil the dream of his one true friend Dram. Along the way, he m...

Black Short Love Stories All 3-5 Chapters 💕

Thad is your run of the mill fourteen year old from Beloit, Alabama in 1948. When his grandmother offers to send him to Harlem for the first three weeks of his summer br...

I'm just a vessel for you subconscious.

Walk into the home of my thoughts and you would only see me as I am. Not me as I hope to be, not me as you hope me to be, just me. Let these poems be a reflection of tha...

Under the wrong impression.