Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Twenty Four
Monday Well, my diary collaborator, WG, got back from his holiday yesterday but when I contacted him all l got was a few grunts, I suspect he was a bit jet lagged! He wasn’t the [more…]
Satire
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Six
I wanted some answers. I wanted some answers right now. And people in this house were going to give them to me. Lady Vanessa, for one. Ch 46 – Honey, I’m Home! I stood up [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book One, Ch. One
BOOK ONE, A RUINOUS FEUD . It is in an old, roofless, dilapidated building, without windows or doors, more a few piles of rubble than a building, set in a devastated, once-urban wilderness, two hundred [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Five
It was then that I realised that this wasn’t old medical data at all. It was current data. It was now. Real-time live. And Lord Bixby had just moved from a steady fifteen, to a [more…]
Fiction
Royal Protection
Ah mind aboot a yeer ago gettin’ sackondet tae Balmoaral coaz hoff tha royal prateckshun c**ts were aff fer a hale week wi’ tha wild s**tes they goat fae a roatten chinky they ordahed in [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Four
Ch 44 – “The Medi-Doctor will see you now.” The Med-Doc looked like a good one. It was a bathroom cabinet sized wall mounted unit with various tubes and pumps coming from it. A fixed [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Three
I let the breath I’d been holding go and pulled the handle right down and towards me and door opened and the alarm bells rang like a fire engine. Ch 43 – Dark, Warm, Soft [more…]
Fiction
A Going Postal Christmas Carol: Miriam’s Shack
If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Two
I only knew I was cold. And aching. And had a king size headache. I’d like a good rest in Lady Bixby’s emperor sized bed. Preferably resting my head on her chest. Even if she [more…]