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StoryOn life... akanbi09 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Girl Who Grew Horns grover1210 years 8 months ago
StoryNo Dancing Tonight Neil J411 years 4 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 5 of 10) akanbi011 years 6 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 4 of 10) akanbi011 years 6 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 3 of 10) akanbi011 years 6 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 2 of 10) akanbi211 years 6 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 1 of 10) akanbi411 years 6 months ago
StoryA Desert Storm Honeymoon akanbi011 years 6 months ago
Collection20-20 akanbi011 years 6 months ago
CollectionBeware of the Ides of March akanbi011 years 6 months ago
CollectionShort Stories akanbi011 years 6 months ago
StorySanta's Dirty Little Secret akanbi011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Infernal Sausage akanbi011 years 7 months ago
StoryTill death us do part akanbi011 years 7 months ago
StoryOn the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP hudsonmoon1311 years 12 months ago
Storyblessings celticman1612 years 3 months ago
StoryEvensong seashore2812 years 9 months ago
StoryThe graph is full of interesting men span613 years 6 months ago
StoryTo those of us who would bear arms, Whatsername113 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Emperor is not dead akanbi214 years 2 months ago
StoryFear, Fate and Love threeleafshamrock214 years 2 months ago
StoryThe little wolf and the three bad pigs akanbi214 years 4 months ago
StoryTrompe L'Oeil Margharita1014 years 7 months ago
StoryThe thing that is killing me akanbi214 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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