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StoryOn life... akanbi04 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Girl Who Grew Horns grover126 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Dancing Tonight Neil J47 years 17 hours ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 5 of 10) akanbi07 years 1 month ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 4 of 10) akanbi07 years 1 month ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 3 of 10) akanbi07 years 1 month ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 2 of 10) akanbi27 years 1 month ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 1 of 10) akanbi47 years 1 month ago
StoryA Desert Storm Honeymoon akanbi07 years 1 month ago
Collection20-20 akanbi07 years 1 month ago
CollectionBeware of the Ides of March akanbi07 years 1 month ago
CollectionShort Stories akanbi07 years 1 month ago
StorySanta's Dirty Little Secret akanbi07 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Infernal Sausage akanbi07 years 3 months ago
StoryTill death us do part akanbi07 years 3 months ago
StoryOn the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP hudsonmoon137 years 7 months ago
Storyblessings celticman177 years 10 months ago
StoryEvensong seashore288 years 4 months ago
StoryThe graph is full of interesting men span69 years 2 months ago
StoryTo those of us who would bear arms, Whatsername19 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Emperor is not dead akanbi29 years 10 months ago
StoryFear, Fate and Love threeleafshamrock29 years 10 months ago
StoryThe little wolf and the three bad pigs akanbi210 years 5 days ago
StoryTrompe L'Oeil Margharita1010 years 3 months ago
StoryThe thing that is killing me akanbi210 years 3 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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