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StoryThe Superluminal Man well-wisher113 years 3 weeks ago
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My stories

Satan And Mrs. Satan

“What do you mean, you don't like the burgundy flock wallpaper I've put up on the chimney breast?” Brian Lucifer said to his missus.

Satan And His Little Imps

Brian Lucifer admired the burgundy flock wallpaper that he had just finished applying to the chimney breast in his living room.

Salmon Ella

“I'm salmonella,” a little voice whispered in Cliff's ear, threatening to drag him from his incomparably snug slumbers. “I'm salmonella, fly me.”

Fortunately And Unfortunately

Fortunately, but unfortunately, but.....

A Few Sandwiches Short Of A Picnic (Part Two)

“No dribbling Joe, please. Can I order four coffees? No sugar, just a spot of milk and a sweetener in two of them – us girls have to watch our waistlines.”

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