Dear Shoeblossom: Most of my life, I've been known for bad skin and worse work habits. But Amaretto, my wife loves me anyway "You're good for nothing, Zits, but unlike the other bums in the neighborhood you don't bother to take my purse in the bathroom...you dip in it right in front of me...at least you're no phony!" One day Amaretto came home from work gr...
Unless you test yourself, you will never find out what you're capable of. My name is Abraham Tadesse and I was born and raised in the City of Nazret, Ethiopia. Like a lot of my fellow countrymen, I was driven by abject poverty to seek a better life elsewhere. That's how I ended up as a migrant worker ( in the construction industry ) in Qatar. To any African,...
Believe it or not, I'm not a peeping Tom. Not by nature, at any rate. But what are you going to do when a shapely and attractive woman parades herself in front of her large picture window for all the world to see? Here's the set-up. I live in a big apartment building that's really two buildings in one, divided by a "courtyard"—if you can call it that—t...
Happy April Fool's, Ya Poor Bastard Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------------------ This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions. First the people tend to be a li...
Chapter One: Wednesday, March 18, 2020 We had come out to the country for an ordinary spring break. Two couples, four old friends from grad school, taking advantage of our university teaching schedules aligning to meet up in rural New England between Boston and New York. It was supposed to be a week of catching up, a little hiking, going to restaurants, coo...
Donald parked in the lot near Dr. Perry's office. As he approached his first group meeting, he felt the same way he did on the first day of high school. Part of him was eager with anticipation; part of him was apprehensive about the unknown. As Donald approached the main entry to the office building, he recognized Marc Reisner as Marc entered ahead of him....
It was Friday. Donald looked out of his office window and sighed. He could see a wild goose sitting on the grass by the building opposite. "Not many of those 'round here," he thought to himself. He continued to watch as the goose slowly flapped its wings and took off. Donald considered it curious how a bird so ungainly on the ground, with its undignified w...
This is the story of Mr and Mrs Kenwood and their Mediterranean holiday. Donald and Diane had been happily married for nearly ten years and had recently discovered the joys of cruising holidays. They find it so relaxing and everyone is so nice and friendly. Their first port of call is in Portugal so there are two sea days before that. Diane is delighted wi...
Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
"You okay there?" Rich Borchers asked. "Yeah," Donald Wenk replied. He lifted his head back into the passenger seat. He'd left a small puddle of sick on the driveway. His stomach still felt greasy. "Nerves?" Rich asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah," Donald replied. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "Are you really sure this is a good...