by Tasha Fierce | Oct 30, 2018 | black horror series, fiction
“It’s more than grief, baby…” “But sometimes that seems like that’s all there is.” “There’s joy, too. Trust me. But you have to be here for it.” “I feel raw, Mama.” “I know, baby. But you’ll toughen up. You’ll get stronger.” “I don’t think I’m as strong as you,...
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 28, 2018 | black horror series, fiction
The wind is smacking the metal blinds against Amara’s open bedroom window when she gets back to her apartment, making an awful racket. Damn. I hope that hasn’t woken Mama up. She walks up the steps to the gate and undoes the latch, closing it behind her with a click....
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 28, 2018 | black horror series, fiction
Gusts of wind rustle dead leaves up and down the street. Something resembling a man stands at the edge of a wobbly ring of salt cast on the asphalt, leering down at someone resembling a teenage girl. His lumbering shadow eclipses her small frame, blocking out what...
