My name is Balsam Al-Wahid. And once upon a time, that was all I could tell you about myself. Not anymore. Today, I must reveal myself to the world. I am the daughter of two worlds, though I was born and raised in the City of Ramallah in the Nation of Palestine, the most troubled region of the Arab world. My father Mahmoud Al-Wahid is Palestinian and my moth...
In the late summer of 1848, a hundred and twenty years before I was even born, a briny old fisherman named Owen Addams did me a remarkable favor. While fishing the tidal pools of what was then known as Pleasant Harbor Township, old Owen reached deep into the mucky banks off Harbor Cove and pulled out something the local Native Americans had known about for c...
The first time I saw Rose, she was kneeling in a dog run. Her torso was erect. Her hands were cupping around a white and black Jack Russell terrier and Beagle mix named Jack. Her hands were carefully holding the bundle of soft, short fur. The dog was curled into a surrendered ball to accept her petting. The dog head with the small floppy ears seemed very int...
CHAPTER ONE My mind wandered as I gazed out form the seat of the speeding locomotive, the landscape sliding by. Looking forward to college, having won a full academic scholarship to North West State. It was still early June, arriving early to fulfill class prerequisites for a child development class, the course required four weeks of volunteer work with u...
By Likegoodwine copyright June 2013 I often write about cheating spouses with some levity - if not downright humor - but I sometimes need to acknowledge that the event can be a shattering experience for a family. Serie Noire is my place to write about the real life dramas. Each story is a standalone. If you didn't like the two first stories of Serie Noire,...
"So Ash,what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?" Ashland looked up at the police officer staring down at her. "Stuff it up your ass Brody. I'm not in the mood for it." One of her oldest childhood friends cracked a smile,and he sat next to her. "Well you know,it's not every day that I get told my best friend is sitting in the hospital after draggin...
The Rehab Center at the hospital was connected to the Assisted Living Facility. They shared the same kitchens and community rooms. I was miserable, forty-two years old, my leg broken in four places, pins and screws everywhere. Since I lived alone, they recommended two weeks in the rehab facility. I had my meals, and therapy three times a day, but that was...
Anonymous in the USA, finding himself/herself awake, hoicked into a spittoon which was a half-finished jam jar and scratched mushrooms under both armpits. Who in the world should Anonymous lampooned or harpooned today? Slipping on two knuckledusters and then, awkwardly, spiked underpants, Anonymous staggered to the latrine and urinated the $100 bottle of F...
Every man should have a hobby. Some guys like to collect stamps. Others climb mountains, scuba dive or garden. Me? My hobby is fucking old women. And like any worthwhile hobby, you've got to put the time in to make it worthwhile. I mean, if mountain climbing is your hobby, you know it's about more than standing on the peak of the mountain. It's preparatio...
"Y-you mean, with all those Futanari?" Gwen asked, gulping loudly and taking a deep drink of coffee. "Yes, only on a larger scale. Since the ones from before were all below average, these will be a fair amount larger." Diana told her. Gwen's finger began tapping against her leg. The habit was originally for when she was deep in thought, but now it was a sub...