Stories tagged “racism”

  • Tolerating Intolerance

    Sitting at a small café at London’s central train station, Chris and I were discussing the latest soccer game, Chelsea vs. Bayern München. Of course Chris, being half-Brit, supported Chelsea. I’ve been a die hard Bayern fan my whole life,...

    • Author: Saint Chuck
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Boy

    He beat on the lump of dough. Knead it Momma said. Knead it. Like this. It felt bright beneath his hands. The dough was white. His hands looked dirty. His hands were clean. Momma washed them. His hands looked dirty. The boy next door said he was dirty....

  • Red

    Colors are what are used to divide. Green separates the grass from the brown of the earth and colors are painted onto countries on spinning globes to show their difference. Black and blue in the sky divorces night from day. White and black skin breaks ...

    • Author: Revenant
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Black hand in white hand

    Two children run, hand in hand. Black hand in white hand. Green grass waves. Blue waves stream, Silver stream laughs. Two children laugh, hand in hand. White hand in black hand. Two children smile, hand in hand. Black hand in white hand. Grey rain fa...

    • Author: Abby (LoA)
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Racism & Bigotry (Mature)

    I want you to write a story where racism or bigotry plays an important part. It doesn’t have to be between blacks and whites. It can be about gays and straights, or transgendered folks, or even (if you really want to) between the older kids and t...

    • Author: T. N. Ted
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Southern Flower

    She cried endlessly to the rain; her hair slicked down her neck as tiny streams of rainwater traced her beautiful figure all the way down to the puddles at her knees. Her shoulders heaved with the terrible burden that tore at her heart. She let out yet...

  • In Search of Soft Skin?

    My legs hurt from walking. The station wagon was back a ways, blocked by all the stalled cars on the bridge. Van stopped to stretch. I noticed that his skin was much darker than mine now. Hopefully in this new world, that wouldn’t matter anymore....

  • Christmas Conditions

    “Hey boy, I’m talking to you.” A nudge accompanied the voice. Dreams of Clara faded into the ugliness of Camp Sumter. A hollow face took shape- Bryan, an enemy but also a friend in misery. He was a confederate soldier who’d take...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Adopted(the let down)

    Steven got news he would be going to meet his long lost brother. Every day he told friends how he was thrown in a trash can by his own mom when he was months old. Luckily for him, a caravan of Canadians stopped, hearing him cry, took him home. He grew ...

    • Author: Sage Autumn
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Only Skin Deep.

    “Hey, you’re the new guy? I’m Lucas.” He held his hand out politely. He took it with gratitude, “Colton. Is it that obvious?” Luke shrugged, “We students smell fear. Not to worry, how do you like the school?...

    • Author: Infinity.
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Smoke.

    Everyone was in church. We all sat with our family, listening intently on what God has planned for us. Why couldn’t God make us equal? My skin may be black, but I am the same. Segregation made me feel like a shadow, like nothing. That’s how...

  • Choices for the Chosen: Shaky Beginnings

    Once I stopped humming, emotion that had been building started to peter out. I could actually see people start to shrink in on themselves. Unfortunately, it was Adam who figured out what had happened first. “Hey, Ian.” He crawled out from u...

  • These Long Nights (Mature)

    “Get a load of this guy. Jewish Detective.” The burly dockworker chuckled to his buddies who ranged from equally stocky to short and fat. Max nodded politely, ignoring the racist remark. Anti-semitism waxed and waned- even in America. ̶...

  • A Growing Storm (Day 20)

    ASTORMISCOMINGASTORMISCOMINGASTORMISCOMING. O rocked back and forth, keeping her eyes on the charcoal markings scrawled around her room. Words repeated themselves, written as a child would, covering one entire wall and extending beyond in tendrils comp...