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YVONNE'S EYES

We couldn't go into his bedroom, Without Yvonne being there. It felt awkwardly off-putting, Under Yvonne's steady stare. In the living room and...

URSULA

Light-hearted piece of fiction.

Just Do It

Profess the white race to be evil and inferior, ignoring the fact millions of Northern men enthusiastically died in the Civil War to free the slaves...

Journal: Hell

Readers, I have been through hell. I just had to drive home across a mountain path. I didn't realize it would get dark so early but it did. You see,...

Know your spouse well

How well do you think you know your huband or wife? Do they share evrything with you? If you come to know they have a secret what will your reaction be? Read on to see what happens to this happy couple...

Orville

Orville

What Every Woman Wants

... well, isn't it?

Onion Letter

Important corespondence with a close friend about international onion conspiracies.

IRIS

Dear Iris, I must say, That you have such lovely eyes. Iris, they are so blue; Bluer than the bluest skies. You've taught me such a lot. I'm grateful...

Sue and the Gnu

The terrible story of a man's divorce from his bestiality-obsessed wife

APRIL

"I love April," Ron sniffed, "I love April, I do." Derek laughed, "I've got it; You've been sniffing dodgy glue!" "It's not a joke," frowned Ron, "I...

Ed Gregious

He loves to show-off his dong
Cherry

Kiss Kiss

From a visit to the tate Modern

Restless Mistress

What kind of man can match Suzanne's exacting standards?

A day in a doc's life

Do you agree with me that psychiatrists have an extraordinary life? They have to meet people daily who are mostly abnormal. What is their state of mind during their work? Find out in this intriguing short story.

DO YOU REMEMBER

NOSTALGIC POEM

Oogle Floogle Man

wE'VE ALL BEEN INTHE HANDS OF THE EXPERT, WHO TALKS IN HIS OWN TECHNICAL LINGO

ERIC AND ERICA

You might not like it!
Cherry

Time to go

'We're all in the same boat,' she said looking self-consciously around the room. But judging by her boat race our ship was sinking down to the level...

In the Third

I can see him. This third person. This liar. He is at a table, in tears, in clover. He is sepia. And sodium. Separated. A man apart. A knotted string...

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