Devontè

New whips Old Friends

New whips Old Friends

The Atlanta sun was hanging low, gold and blazing, when Devonté stepped back to admire his freshly revived ’99 Tahoe. The paint, jet black with a subtle metallic flake, shimmered...

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New whips Old Friends

The Atlanta sun was hanging low, gold and blazing, when Devonté stepped back to admire his freshly revived ’99 Tahoe. The paint, jet black with a subtle metallic flake, shimmered...

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Stars Don’t Lie

Stars Don’t Lie

 The clock on the wall ticked past 9:43 PM. Devonté sat at the edge of his bed, lights low, phone on speaker, half-listening to the soft hum of jazz playing...

Stars Don’t Lie

 The clock on the wall ticked past 9:43 PM. Devonté sat at the edge of his bed, lights low, phone on speaker, half-listening to the soft hum of jazz playing...

Da Morning After.

Da Morning After.

Sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp slants, golden and unapologetic. The scent of sweat, bourbon, and yesterday’s mistakes hung in the air like a secret neither of them wanted...

Da Morning After.

Sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp slants, golden and unapologetic. The scent of sweat, bourbon, and yesterday’s mistakes hung in the air like a secret neither of them wanted...

The Past Never Left

The Past Never Left

Late night. Atlanta. Devonté’s loft.       The key clicked in the lock. Devonté stepped into the loft, letting the door swing shut behind him. The air inside was...

The Past Never Left

Late night. Atlanta. Devonté’s loft.       The key clicked in the lock. Devonté stepped into the loft, letting the door swing shut behind him. The air inside was...

Fireflies, Fruit, and the Feeling

Fireflies, Fruit, and the Feeling

In the golden hush of a Sunday afternoon in Devonté’s backyard, smoke curls from the grill and laughter lingers between sips of tequila and fresh fruit. As the sun dips...

Fireflies, Fruit, and the Feeling

In the golden hush of a Sunday afternoon in Devonté’s backyard, smoke curls from the grill and laughter lingers between sips of tequila and fresh fruit. As the sun dips...

Clearer Than Glass: An Atlanta Love Story- One Week later

Clearer Than Glass: An Atlanta Love Story- One ...

He tugged a towel from his duffel, wiped the sweat from his neck, and slid into the driver’s seat of his other baby—his 1988 Chevy Caprice, platinum with chrome rims...

Clearer Than Glass: An Atlanta Love Story- One ...

He tugged a towel from his duffel, wiped the sweat from his neck, and slid into the driver’s seat of his other baby—his 1988 Chevy Caprice, platinum with chrome rims...