Sylvia patted the back of the elaborate bun her black hair was in and pushed her glasses more firmly onto her nose. She wasn’t sure about...

Skye smiled as she brought her hands down from adjusting her waist-length black hair into its ponytail. She glanced around the little bus...

‘Staring at them, blaring music, or talking obnoxiously loud! It's a degenerated culture without common courtesy for their peers nor...

Allison blew back a strand of red hair that had wriggled free of her ponytail as she stood up to stretch. "Hi!" She said to the...

"Look Miss Jules, it's a long standing policy that Boston Foods does not hire illegal immigrants. The word "illegal" I believe has...

Corinthia closed her uncomprehending eyes as she leaned into the piano and let the music flow over her. The sounds of the restaurant...