Noah by Merriam AlFuhaid

In order to understand this, you must first learn who Noah really is.

            People who didn’t know Noah laughed at him if he complained about his job. “Someone pays you to introduce strippers? Pays you? What a hard job you have,” they would say, and then five minutes later they’d realize they made a pun and start cracking up, and Noah would fantasize about putting stilettos through their foreheads.  Continue reading

Noah by Dina Al-Awadhi

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Noah was old. His beard was greying and his eyes, which had once seemed so alive, now carried a glassy look. He was growing painfully stiff all over and the Noah could barely bend over when he dropped a book or a pen or anything.

Looks wise he was certainly aging well however. His ever-present smile was more than charming and Noah’s slim almost unnatural physique still got him more than one side eye and wink.  Continue reading

Noah by Taiba Al-Otaibi

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I wear a red bandana, play a cool pianna In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico I wear a purple sash, and a black mustache In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico (The Coasters – Down in Mexico)

First born unicorn Hard core, soft porn Dreaming of Californication (Red Hot Chili Peppers – Californication)

(The Heavy – Short Change Hero)  Continue reading

Noah by Hawra’a Khalfan

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You will find it here, and when you see it beside this piece of paper your instinct will tell you to check for a pulse. There won’t be a pulse. You will realize that quickly but you will still reach in and try to find one. Your next instinct will be that of any other “civilized” human being. Like clockwork you will call the government officials to come and rid world of it. This letter will make it easier for them. This letter will do their job for them.  Continue reading

Noah by Dee

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 He fiddles nervously with the lit cigarette, knowing he had to take a puff of it soon for appearance’s sake. He tried to inhale as little of it as possible but he is still uncomfortable with all those carcinogens hanging out in his mouth. Noah was on the wrong side of fifty to be taking stupid risks, but cigarette breaks were the only excuse he could think of to escape the insanity inside the club for a few minutes. So he tried to breathe in as little smoke as possible while enjoying the peace and quiet of a dark alley smelling comfortingly of stale cabbage.  Continue reading

Noah by Noragotcharisma

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Life has a funny way of changing you. You could be living life in red, like those red lights that scream sin accompanied by loud sinful music. But all the sudden, you stumble on something, so unexpectedly and it makes you evolve to the point where you can no longer stand the sight of those red lights.  Continue reading

Noah by Tifa

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I have a rare full night of sleep in me, and somewhere to be. The late construction shifts had been starting to grate on me, making me feel like I was living in reverse, going to work when others were going to dinner, going home when people were waking up. I had jumped at the opportunity to take on a day shift, but I don’t know what to expect from this one.  I finally decided to quit one of my two jobs, I never really needed the money anymore since my wife died, but I liked being busy. When you’re busy you tend to forget to think about anything other than the job you’re doing. It also really helped that all of my jobs required me to be in loud spaces.  Continue reading

Noah by Eva Al-Meshal

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I’m not sure if every human being is granted this experience, or if it’s something that only happens once in every hundred-some-odd years, like those special comets that can be seen from the Earth at certain times. Whichever it is, it’s certainly something that a person can’t ever forget. When it happens, it feels almost like the first time you see the ocean (or some other grand design of nature). That’s how it was for me, at least.  Continue reading

Noah by Osman Naeem

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The contents in a plate composed of a decomposing mashed potato hallucinogenic salad and carcinogenic beer stains that had soaked the velvet sheet which slipped off the bed onto the carpet
Oozed through the spaces between Noah’s toes as he took a step and walked butt naked with a limp towards the shower
Drunk on deep space dilemmas and the intense scent of lingerie that lingered through his nostrils and made its way to his brain Continue reading

Noah by Ahmed AlRasheed

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Spring Hill, Kansas, is a place where people are born, raised, then die there. Noah is my name, and yes I was born and raised in this humdrum town. I’m in my fifties, I live alone, and most people around here think that my life is a great example of a midlife crisis. I am a math teacher at Spring Hill Middle School. Go, Monkeys. When you live in a town where everybody knows everybody, you get that faint feeling that this town has no reason to be in existence, ever. I mean- let’s face it, we try to go for a university degrees, but this town seems to always fall back. I remember that Billy Hill was the town’s smartest man, he even got accepted into Colby Community College. After he graduated he came back and opened a grocery store which he named Limpy. I might also want to mention that my neighbor married his cousin simply for the sake of “experimenting” and this led to a shotgun marriage.  Continue reading

Noah by Bader A. Shehab

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I’ve been everything a good family man wouldn’t wanna be, or perhaps would out of guilty pleasure; I’m right out of the hoods of Terrytown, New Orleans, Louisiana. The home of the blues, home of the Cajun, or the “Big Easy” if you wanna call it, but it’s been home to me, made me who I am and showed me my years. I started out as a boxer at Jim’s gym, old Jim taught me well, gritted my troublesome hands into good use, and boy did I ever not leave a stone unturned or a lesson learned, I trained my butt off every day for him. He got me out of trouble and got me into matches after matches, I fought at venues across the state and I went on undefeated, I used my training and charismatic personality to land me on and off jobs at bars and nightclubs, I bounced the doors and I even performed stand-up with one liners on some nights. Continue reading

Noah by Farah Al-Sultan

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            It’s time to start.

“A few blocks down from our apartment, is a cute little coffee shop called “Chillz”. My friends and I meet there weekly on Fridays. Exactly in the middle lay this horrible strip club, you can catch any sexually transmitted disease by just looking at it. I walk by it most of the time. Last Friday on my way back home, I spotted a person I wish I didn’t. Noah, a man between the ages of 45-50, was leaving the club. I was incredibly shocked, all I could think of was ‘did mom know about this?’.  Continue reading

Noah by Batool Hasan

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Noah Shaw has a foot fetish.

Noah loves big feet, small feet, tattooed feet and especially high-arched feet. The main reason he agreed to work as a emcee in a strip club is that he gets to admire them all.

Red toenails, toe rings, colorful tattoos, sometimes it’s hard for Noah to remember why he shouldn’t kidnap one of the strippers and keep her in his closet.  Continue reading

Noah by Toby Al-R

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The day was beautiful.

The sky kissed the sea to become bluer and birds hovered over the trees singing a train of magical melody. But I was on the verge of depression; collecting fragments of my lost heart, I am overwhelmed with debt, my wife filing divorce papers, my children abandoned me and they occasionally send me hate letters.

Rumors echoed in the strip club that they want to get rid of me. After thirty years of coordinating their mic… I guess I am getting too old to represent the beauty of the youth.  Continue reading

Who is Noah?

The project we chose for this meeting was somewhat unconventional.

Instead of choosing a certain topic to write about as we always do, we decided to build up a character and write about him/her. We each had to write about this character from our point of view. And we were encouraged to use our imagination and make this character as interesting as possible.  Continue reading