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StoryThe New Religion drkevin04 years 10 months ago
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 11 months ago
StoryThe Best Things in Life are Free drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryA Deconstruction of Life drkevin14 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Friendly Stranger drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryJago Has Gone Missing drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Valetudinarian drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder #2 drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryProfessor Jim drkevin14 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Magic of Honours drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Good Doctor's Bedside Manner drkevin04 years 11 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

The Magic of Honours

My name is Derek Dark. I used to be the king of sarc. But now they've made me Sir Derek Dark, I'm nothing better than a policeman's nark. I used to...

Professor Jim

Jim wanted to be a rapper, But he couldn't be any crapper. He practised every day. Lots of sweat and no pay. His neighbours thought he'd bought a...

The Good Doctor's Bedside Manner

My dear fellow, There's no need to bellow. Far better to remain mellow. You're very ill, with skin bright yellow. But you'll soon meet your maker...

The Gangster's Eulogy

This guy was super fab. Not for him three rolls of flab. Not for him a life of drab. A pity now, his brain's in the lab, And he lies before me on...

The Young Bounder

I say you chaps, Do you eat baps? I can't, I'm afraid, They give me the craps. I often puke on people's laps. But it's a jolly wheeze when Pater naps!

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