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My stories

Koumiss or Shark’s Fin Soup

For Clifford, the white man’s intrigue in eyeing those outside the skin group that reddens and blisters at a sniff of sun can be likened to the mass of arms you order on holiday to impress,
Cherry

Superman and the Wonder Twins

Suddenly, after silence tough as resin for months this post brings back the dead reinstating the NEW REPLY flag in glorious technicolour. Names tumble over each other,

Lucky Charm

At Five Black ones, particularly the Magic Steps pair the elf next door traipsed through the sandpit the clear plastic shielding the key in the heel scratched to buggery

Boadicea

The spiders knew I was back within seconds, eyes glinting eightfold from spyholes. And so they send their champion, who snaps into view like ink on a sail. She enters from above, stretches

Don't Tell Joan

as she kneels, sword at side, about de Rais. By all means sing out that his latest bride- to-be has changed her mind, choosing still more money over him, however filthy wealthy, charming.

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