Stories tagged “race”
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The Hustler Dream
I say let’s race, for glory, for life. You laugh in my face, and get ready, to deal. I’m over three, down two, up one. You’re steady on wings, but guess what, I win. You say it’s unfair, Irrational, Preposterous, But this ...
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Bells; A Prolouge I
The day was a whirl to a seven year old child. Lights flashed, people cheered, trumpets rang, and everything was great. A girl dressed in a large feathered hat and a frilled pink dress scurried through the crowd, smiling and laughing as she ran from vo...
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Bells; A Prolouge II
The trumpets sang and the horses lined up at the gate. “Daddy!! I see Bells!! I see Bells!” Sophia shouted above the roar of the crowd. Her father nodded at her, smiling as she turned back to the track. At the signal, the gates flew open and the so...
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Rivalry
Zag thru cars. Deal ride bitch. Tweet on HUD: Koredealia:@leer vaga speed sexy Kngleer:@deal 500bhp, bby ya fly Red lite. Leg stretch. Deal hang tight. Dome get orange. Dark soon. Clan meet JP Brdg. Nitefall. Vaga speed, tick slow. Quik rev. Kno bike: ...
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Angry White Woman
I am angry, white woman. The guilt, it is killing me. A world hates me, white woman. The great white heritage, pain, shackling people to suffering, this bondage enrages me, breaking me far sooner than ever it broke former friends. Nice is condescendin...
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Race to the Summit of Mt Perilous
Ethel panted & panted. Only an hour ago she had been in the lead, sure she was going to get to the top first. Now, her strength was diminishing by the second. Avram and Irwin were in front of her and both seemed to be full of energy. Ethel knelt do...
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Finishing
The soles of my shoes slap rhythmically against the asphalt. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Sweat drips into my eyes. I struggle for breath. Somewhere not far ahead is an invisible line. I don’t know where it is or exactly how far away it might ...
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I have a dream, still.
There is a misconception that the issue of race and the separation of the haves and have nots is not there. That is wrong. Daily my children are called spics, and lazy and told to go back to their country. This was their country long before my ancestor...
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Race The Sun
When I was young, I used wake up before the sun rose, to walk to the edge of the river, and run along its length. Over my head the sun would chip away at the night, and I would smile. “Yet us race,” the sun would say. “Let us see who ...
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The Launch
The flag was thrust down by slender hands, it’s frenzied flutter silenced by the roar of engines. In the space of a heartbeat, a hundred muscles in Hector’s body tensed and began a ballet of precision and balance rehearsed a thousand times ...
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The Esses
A quick glance out the driver’s side glass revealed the distance between Hector and the 19 of Emmit Swann. One might fit a fire hydrant between the cars as they drifted toward the wall on the outside of turn one. Hector slammed the transmission b...
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Race of Time
“Hey.” “Hey.” “You’re back.” “Yeah, for the day. My dad got a TDY here.” “Cool.” “Yep.” For two friends who hadn’t seen one another in almost a year the exchange was li...
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Fayette le Gagnant
Fayette seemed to consider the road lazily, almost without noticing it. His eyes rolled from side to side at speeds his car could only dream of matching, the other racers proving to be only dashes that marred the clean serenity of his mirrors, filling ...
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No Pacing
“Nate! This is Tim!” My jaw hung open, the phone pressed against my ear to the point of pain. “You’re calling me!” I said after utilizing my intense powers of deduction. “Yeah!” “How can you when you̵...