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StoryOn life... akanbi010 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Girl Who Grew Horns grover1211 years 7 months ago
StoryNo Dancing Tonight Neil J412 years 3 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 5 of 10) akanbi012 years 5 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 4 of 10) akanbi012 years 5 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 3 of 10) akanbi012 years 5 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 2 of 10) akanbi212 years 5 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 1 of 10) akanbi412 years 5 months ago
StoryA Desert Storm Honeymoon akanbi012 years 5 months ago
Collection20-20 akanbi012 years 5 months ago
CollectionBeware of the Ides of March akanbi012 years 5 months ago
CollectionShort Stories akanbi012 years 5 months ago
StorySanta's Dirty Little Secret akanbi012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Infernal Sausage akanbi012 years 7 months ago
StoryTill death us do part akanbi012 years 7 months ago
StoryOn the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP hudsonmoon1312 years 11 months ago
Storyblessings celticman1613 years 2 months ago
StoryEvensong seashore2813 years 8 months ago
StoryThe graph is full of interesting men span614 years 6 months ago
StoryTo those of us who would bear arms, Whatsername114 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Emperor is not dead akanbi215 years 2 months ago
StoryFear, Fate and Love threeleafshamrock215 years 2 months ago
StoryThe little wolf and the three bad pigs akanbi215 years 4 months ago
StoryTrompe L'Oeil Margharita1015 years 7 months ago
StoryThe thing that is killing me akanbi215 years 7 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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