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StoryThe New Religion drkevin05 years 7 months ago
StoryLanguage drkevin15 years 7 months ago
StoryGolden Memories: Nick Names drkevin05 years 7 months ago
StoryShop Window drkevin05 years 7 months ago
StoryA Secret drkevin15 years 7 months ago
StoryPop Art drkevin15 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Peter Pandemic drkevin05 years 7 months ago
StoryFolklore #1 drkevin05 years 7 months ago
StoryGolden Memories: The Psychopath drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryGolden memories: The Wizard drkevin25 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Best Things in Life are Free drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryA Deconstruction of Life drkevin15 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Friendly Stranger drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryJago Has Gone Missing drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Valetudinarian drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder #2 drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryProfessor Jim drkevin15 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Magic of Honours drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Good Doctor's Bedside Manner drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Gangster's Eulogy drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryIndependence drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryEnvy drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryLord Jack drkevin05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Pub drkevin15 years 8 months ago

My stories

Jago Has Gone Missing

Has thoo seen Jago? Him as sups sago. Wears day-glo, Always says "hey ho". Trumpets with a nose blow. I've seen his wife, And she says she may go.

The Best Things in Life are Free

There's nothing better than a long steaming piss. The hiss and the whiss. The feeling of bliss. But when I think on, that may not be right. Perhaps...

The Valetudinarian

Hello, hello. I'm a sickly fellow. Skin of yellow, Legs of jello. Hello, hello. Goodbye

Recovering the Economy

We're not yobs, We've got jobs, And we sit around all day, Eating cob, cob, cobs. We've got big knobs, And even bigger gobs, And we sit around all...

The Young Bounder #2

I say, I say, I say. Are you those that make hay? Are you those that make curds and whey? Are you those that make hens lay? Are you those that toil...

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