Non-fiction

WH Auden and Emily Dickenson - short prose

Laughing at the lunatics in Bedlam

Atheists are not as perfect as they think

Every time I walk around Soho, I await the tap on the shoulder before I'm told I'm not cool enough to be here on my way to what will inevitably be last week's favoured hangout

review

journal - 200 words.

But move she does, and in consequence, most male staff become momentarily frozen by the invisible pause button of life. Heads might not turn, but keyboards, if they had feelings, would feel neglected.

Marty has a girlfriend.

An Intelligent System.

See this piece of string? Follow it and at the end you'll find a great big mess ... me!

My nice life is unravelling

I try not to hate the school kids as I'm
sitting on the bus
hating the school kids.

Food poisoned, alone and stuck. A true story.

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with love

What did I expect? An amusement park with bright flashing lights? It was for keeping people in and didn't need to be a tourist attraction to keep the visitors coming.

The story of one remarkable lady.

They make a shade. It helps us to stay cooler.

Return of the unredeemed.

Where is this going to end?