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The Last Ten Calls My Mobile Phone Has Made

It does what it says in the title

Echos of a cowboy

Lost to lust for my own first love

Cucumber

The private hell of a fussy eater...

Teaching Journal

what it's like in jail

Font Test

In The Eyes Of A Child

This is a taster of what's coming up, hopefully you'll all like it and email me if you want me to carry on...

Collector

  Just Another Friday Night In Memphis - Part 1

This story has it's origins in a request from a woman I have never
met, never spoken to, and don't even know really exists. She called
herself Katrinia and asked, no insisted, that I tell her the story
behind a poem I have posted on this site and others (FJWSMB). Over a
two-week period last August I wrote and emailed it to her in bits. It
came to about 18,000 words. Since then I have expanded it, encouraged
by friends on ABC and elsewhere. The most recent reader has bullied me
in the last week to post the story on this site. As it now extends to a
little under 50,000 words and is growing weekly, I hesitatingly agreed
to post it in sensible chapters of approximately 3000 each.

It has been written in 'first person', and mainly in journal style. The
reason for this is that it was my intention to get all the relevant
details and incidents logged, and then re-write it in 'third person'
with more descriptive text and dialogue. The rather persuasive argument
inflicted on me was more than I could withstand.

It is still 'work in progress' and may eventually end up as I
intended.

A Troubled Mind

One man's search for love

Lunch/Dinner

36399

Embarrassment

Being p*ssed on from a great height

How Not To Write A Book part 1

Black Market Grey

50\% Rewritten.

Dad Grabbed

Henry, a hundred years ago.

  The Criminal's Wife

Christine joins the creative writing group and uncovers some hot stuff!

F: 07/09/2004

Connections

If Gene Pitney had a student railcard...

Questing for a Quick Buck

Making money in the 77th richest country in the world

Missed Opportunities

Poem about a girl