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StoryOn life... akanbi010 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Girl Who Grew Horns grover1212 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNo Dancing Tonight Neil J412 years 8 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 5 of 10) akanbi012 years 10 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 4 of 10) akanbi012 years 10 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 3 of 10) akanbi012 years 10 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 2 of 10) akanbi212 years 10 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 1 of 10) akanbi412 years 10 months ago
StoryA Desert Storm Honeymoon akanbi012 years 10 months ago
Collection20-20 akanbi012 years 10 months ago
CollectionBeware of the Ides of March akanbi012 years 10 months ago
CollectionShort Stories akanbi012 years 10 months ago
StorySanta's Dirty Little Secret akanbi013 years 23 hours ago
StoryThe Infernal Sausage akanbi013 years 23 hours ago
StoryTill death us do part akanbi013 years 23 hours ago
StoryOn the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP hudsonmoon1313 years 4 months ago
Storyblessings celticman1613 years 7 months ago
StoryEvensong seashore2814 years 1 month ago
StoryThe graph is full of interesting men span614 years 11 months ago
StoryTo those of us who would bear arms, Whatsername115 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Emperor is not dead akanbi215 years 6 months ago
StoryFear, Fate and Love threeleafshamrock215 years 7 months ago
StoryThe little wolf and the three bad pigs akanbi215 years 9 months ago
StoryTrompe L'Oeil Margharita1015 years 12 months ago
StoryThe thing that is killing me akanbi215 years 12 months ago

My stories

On life...

As it appears, our life is like a game.

Santa's Dirty Little Secret

1993 was my Annus horribilis, because that year's Christmas was less merry than I would have wished on my worst enemy.

A Desert Storm Honeymoon

‘Hey Ron, this twenty-pound note says you can't pull that bird over there.’

The Infernal Sausage

For one stomach churning instant, I remained rooted to the spot, in front of one of the reflective ground-floor windows of Muller Finance Building, at the end of Rushmore Street.

Till death us do part

Rachael was still in bed when I set out for my early morning walk.

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