The Walrus

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StoryThe Clearing (Part One) The Walrus313 years 5 days ago
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My stories

The Terracotta Taipan (Part One)

"Who's the letter from?” “I, er, I don't think you want to know.....”

The Storymaker (Part Nine)

“Don't give me the sedative, Hannah,” Gordon croaked. “I don't want it.”

The Storymaker (Part Eight)

'Outside is a whole lot worse than inside, so don't even think about trying to escape.....'

The Storymaker (Part Seven)

“Come on, baby!” Gordon encouraged his elderly computer. “You can do it, I know you can - my daughter installed lots of lovely updates for me the last time she was here.”

The Storymaker (Part Six)

all your chunky wifey really wants is to hear the dulcet tones of your voice to brighten up her otherwise miserable days, but you're too bloody stupid to realise that.

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