(Art by Jude Smith https://judesmith.cgsociety.org/) Jay Squad reached Hill 472 at 0800 hours. The shadow from the Torrent Mountains...

The journey to Meji began almost thirty years ago. Not long after I decided to educate myself on African history, traditions and...

I've known Ed Hall almost as long as I've been writing. We met, if I recall correctly, at a panel for the Decatur Book Festival. That was...

There are few readers that have read more Black Indie Speculative Fiction or is more supportive than Tina Hurd Winston. Tina is an avid...

The Night of Lights celebration began at sundown in Summerhill and Synthia was prepared. She rode the elevator to the first floor,...

I've been a Black Indie Speculative Fiction author and publisher for 13 years. Over those years I've met a lot of other Black authors...

Here's another story from my upcoming story collection, Muscadine Wine. Coot rolled up the legs of his coveralls then pushed the johnboat...

Kesi’s camp gradually grew into a village. Her crew had cleared a substantial amount of the surrounding bush and built permanent homes...

Kesi and Tukufu watched the boat approached. There were eight men, all armed. As they came closer, Kesi’s heart dropped. Amaziah Tembo,...

One week after finding the Faint Star, Kesi and others entered the waters of Kawa. The baharia kept a vigilante watch as they sailed into...

Danuja woke alone in darkness. The dhow creaked as always, rising and falling with the ocean’s pulse. She sat up at the edge of her bunk,...

Here's my story from Dark Universe: The Bright Empire. Pandare Grimes, marabout of the planet Eritia, must decide where his loyalties...

My journey to Wakanda began two years ago when I received a call from fellow author Glenn Paris. He told me there was going to be a Black...

Kesi was struggling with the anchor when she heard approaching footfalls. Her hand fell to her sword hilt. She looked up into the worried...

The three days leading up to the visit to the sultan’s palace were a whirlwind for Kesi. In addition to organizing, distributing and...

Diogo opened his eyes and attempted to scratch an arm that was not there. He jumped up in his straw bed, looked to his left and cursed....

In January of 1986 I worked as a research chemist for a small chemical company in Atlanta. I was the first Black person to work in the...

The stone houses of Pemba glowed on the horizon, the brilliant sun reflecting from their bleach white walls. Roseate terns drifted in the...

A story I wrote seven years ago based on the above image by artist Paul Davey. Check it out... The house wasn't much but it was all he...

“Wokou!” Kesi heard the dreaded words and jumped up from her cot. Her sudden movement woke Danuja, who slept beside her. Kesi snatched up...