by McArthur Williams | May 19, 2025 | Short Stories
Denesha was just 14 years old when her life changed dramatically. She moved from the bustling city of Los Angeles, California, to the quiet town of Fort Smith, Arkansas. The adjustment wasn’t easy, she missed the energy of the big city—but her parents were...
by McArthur Williams | May 7, 2025 | Short Stories
As I sit here, reflecting on all the good times we shared, I can say without hesitation that you were one of my favorite aunts. You weren’t afraid to discipline me when I needed it, and I still remember how you’d run to tell my mother—earning me the dreaded double...
by McArthur Williams | May 2, 2025 | Short Stories
Dedicated to my cousins, whom I love dearly—Nina Diaz and Jordan Releford I remember when I first met you, Sebastian. It must have been sometime in the fall—maybe October or November. The leaves were turning, the air was crisp, and I had gone over to my cousin...
by McArthur Williams | May 2, 2025 | Short Stories
Charles used to have everything that mattered—his wife, his two children, Charles Jr. and Chloe, and a peaceful home in suburban Maryland, just five minutes from the heart of Washington, D.C. His family was his world. He worked hard, provided for them, and believed,...
by McArthur Williams | May 1, 2025 | Short Stories
My name is Dimitri. I am thirteen years old, and I used to live in Kiev, Ukraine, above a small shoe shop with my father, Vladimir. He was all I had. My mother died the day I was born. I never knew her, but I saw her in the way my father smiled—only sometimes—and in...
by McArthur Williams | Apr 30, 2025 | Short Stories
My name is Ana Martinez. I am 8 years old, and I was born in Fort Smith, Arkansas, in a small apartment with my mother, Griselda Martinez-Lopez. She was all I had. My father, Francisco, was deported back to Mexico a few months after I was born. He died a few years...
