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StoryLanguage drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryGolden Memories: Nick Names drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryShop Window drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryA Secret drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryPop Art drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Peter Pandemic drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryFolklore #1 drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryGolden Memories: The Psychopath drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryGolden memories: The Wizard drkevin24 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Best Things in Life are Free drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryA Deconstruction of Life drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Friendly Stranger drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryJago Has Gone Missing drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Valetudinarian drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder #2 drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryProfessor Jim drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Magic of Honours drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Good Doctor's Bedside Manner drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Gangster's Eulogy drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryIndependence drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryEnvy drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryLord Jack drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Pub drkevin14 years 11 months ago

My stories

Golden Memories: Sundries

It's always fascinated me how certain experiences are fixed in memory, while many others are lost. In some obvious cases the reason appears to be...

Golden Memories: Secondary School Teachers

And now ladies and gentlemen, the main bout this evening. A tag team contest, being decided by four falls and many essay submissions. In the blue...

Quality of life

Now then youngsters, let's get down and with it. Take that kettle off the old charred trivet. No need to prune the wayward privet. Just take your...

Golden Memories: Primary School Teachers

Teachers can often be recalled with greater clarity than the knowledge they imparted. At primary school, the majority of staff seemed to be...

First Job: Postscript

Generally, it was like driving down a motorway for two hundred miles and praying for the next Services. But now and again a field of poppies could be...

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