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StoryOn life... akanbi09 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Girl Who Grew Horns grover1210 years 10 months ago
StoryNo Dancing Tonight Neil J411 years 7 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 5 of 10) akanbi011 years 8 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 4 of 10) akanbi011 years 8 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 3 of 10) akanbi011 years 8 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 2 of 10) akanbi211 years 8 months ago
StoryBeware of the Ides of March (part 1 of 10) akanbi411 years 8 months ago
StoryA Desert Storm Honeymoon akanbi011 years 8 months ago
Collection20-20 akanbi011 years 8 months ago
CollectionBeware of the Ides of March akanbi011 years 8 months ago
CollectionShort Stories akanbi011 years 8 months ago
StorySanta's Dirty Little Secret akanbi011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Infernal Sausage akanbi011 years 10 months ago
StoryTill death us do part akanbi011 years 10 months ago
StoryOn the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP hudsonmoon1312 years 2 months ago
Storyblessings celticman1612 years 5 months ago
StoryEvensong seashore2812 years 11 months ago
StoryThe graph is full of interesting men span613 years 9 months ago
StoryTo those of us who would bear arms, Whatsername113 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Emperor is not dead akanbi214 years 5 months ago
StoryFear, Fate and Love threeleafshamrock214 years 5 months ago
StoryThe little wolf and the three bad pigs akanbi214 years 7 months ago
StoryTrompe L'Oeil Margharita1014 years 10 months ago
StoryThe thing that is killing me akanbi214 years 10 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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