A quick riff on war.

The belle of Clancy's Hollow Leg saloon is one with eternity and somehow you feel as though a page has been ripped from the history book of Westlake Village.

Carrying those dumbbells may not be a dumb idea after all!

The Fable Of The Sad Village. A lesson from the book of Linear.

-+-+-+-+-+- “"When yer doin' the horizonal rumba, make sure yer partner knows how ta dip"” Rosie Sanchez, 1952. -+-+-+-+-+-

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I have always loved those lyrics: "The length(s) that I will go to, the distance in your eyes." However, if you hate maths, Look away now...

Working Title. Stephanie falls under the spell of a charming stranger.

The end - or is it? Will Nick make it back, and will he be alone if he does? Beware - this may not make a great deal of sense if you've not seen the rest!

Nick's never going to escape this nightmare alone - but, luckily, he doesn't have to. (I'd like to thank all my fellow uka-nuts who suggested a continuation of the supposedly complete "No Going Back", plus some ideas that just hadn't occured to me. Trouble is, it sort of stretched to three parts! Bad luck!)

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I seem to have become very hamster-conscious lately - this was my first Hambone story.

I have lived here all my life, here in this old town of Issoire, and every spring my heart takes wing and it is as if I am seeing it for the first time.

Stripped from his desk (or should that be stringsam) and hot-foot on the trail of our heroes, the least likely assassin is on his way.

First posted last year, I hope it makes you smile, as it does me :o) ‘Play with me then mommy, I’ll cheer you up,’ and Frances rolled her soft ball towards Chrissy.

This is my second short story...be kind

Time travel...it's all nonsense, isn't it? Someone can disappear without trace, but how can that person simply appear at another time and place - apparently from nowhere? Then, if it WAS possible - how could they ever get back?

Munky Nutz - “They’re not big and they’re not relative. They’re just Munky Nutz”

Some dames are so good lookin', they just hafta be tellin' the truth. * * *

Eddy's on the lam from the London Police, the SOE, and the Gestapo, with a green-eyed blond tomato wanted for murder and espionage..... What could go wrong? * * *

The part of the mysterious and lovely Mrs. Huntington will be played by.... our very own lovely and mysterious Jolen * * *

The Highway to Israel

All during the night of December 29th, 1940, firestorms raged throughout London. A second wave of German bombers was supposed to follow up the first and wipe London from the face of the earth. That would have surely been the case, except that a weather front prevented the second air assault from taking place. The planes had to return to Germany, still loaded with their bomb payloads. Hitler was livid. Carlie Huntington's dialog is written by the talented Jolen * * *

What is it about getting older that makes us want to relive our youth?

What to do when you can't write...

Will's saga continues

This was written in response to the same writers' group challenge that produced "Sam". It's much shorter so hopefully more people will read it. All comments very welcome.

The concept of children was inconceivable to them. The technique of their procreation was ludicrous at best and loathsome at worst.

Written for a 100 word challenge on another site. All crit/advice is very welcome. Now edited

A story. Don't normally do stories but I thought I'd give it a try.

I wrote this when I discovered that prawn and cockroach come from the same family. Gross, but it's all in the mind.

Ah, the best-laid plans...nothing ever goes quite as expected, does it? Especially not if it's planned by a congenital moron.

“If yer gonna get a bodyguard, it pays ta hire one who’s body ya wouldn't mind guardin” Rosie Sanchez, 1952.

This is a first draft. I initially took it down because it's a work in progress but now that it's on permanent hold because of WANIAY I've put it back up. Enjoy.

Confession they say is good for the soul...

The second chapter in the life of Elliot... Poor poor Elliot!

It seemed, as she read from her work, that our eyes caught and locked at key moments, particularly in passages of purple poetic passion.

The end is meant to do your head in :o) Her name is Susan – beautiful piece of woman you could say,’ Steve laughed and picked up her photograph from his desk and offered it to Paul

The result of a challenge to write outside of my normal style - Victorian melodrama with all that implies (selfishness, sexual jealousy, repression, etc.) Still very much in a working stage so please flag any probs!

Have you got it in you? All advice/crit is very welcome.

Put together a double-glazing salesman and buying a railway ticket these days, and you get......

Textual Narrative of a Dance Myth

A small offering

Will's back his saga continues

“I don’t get hired for my words a comfort sister, but I’m the girl if ya want hot lead an a short fuse.” Rosie Sanchez, 1952.

Another day in a liberal terrocracy.

This is a first draft. I initially took it down because it's a work in progress but now that it's on permanent hold because of WANIAY I've put it back up. Enjoy.

re-issuing my book with Lulu.com ... with a new cover, again self-designed.