Drop a pebble in water
And it's ripples reach out far
And the sunbeam dancing on them
May reflect them to a star
Give a smile to someone passing
Thereby making his morning glad
He may ...
Thanks go to Renee Bernard and Vonda Norwood for their past six month participation in composing this humorous tale. A special ‘thank you’ goes to Tracey Edges for abandoning all ...
The Penultimate Episode.
Hello there readers, are you still silly enough to be following this ridiculous story? If you are, then it seems to have fallen in my lap to update ...
Yes, yes. I know what you are thinking. (And for those who sent words of encouragement regarding my acquisition of a small dog, I am very grateful. But the cute ...
Warning: The following story contains strong language.
She always got the tap end. However hard she tried to beat him to the tub he’d always creep up on her and ...
Recently rudely interrupted by the usurper to the Crown of Wales, one Brenda Gobstopper, landlady of the public house The Castle Harlech.
Written by Renee Bernard, Vonda Norwood and Danny Kemp. ...
The next day I saw the doctor, my GP, and right from the start there was some kind of undercurrent of antagonism there. He immediately told me that one glass ...
Ah, Readers!
Ridiculous. For the record, if anyone is seeking a sane person in the midst of all of this, you can just stop after this. Well, certainly after reading any ...
Something was wrong, I’d stood up, but it appeared that my left leg was a tad reluctant in that task, definitely shoddy in support. I was, naturally, concerned, but also ...
All mention to Tracey Edges is by kind permission of Her Majesty’s Government..... (Thank you David)
Dear Readers,
Again? Where is my oar in this storm, I ask you! I am reduced ...
Monday
Bright afternoon, trees gently dancing in the breeze, as me and Bill feed the ducks. They swarm around us, devouring the stale bread. They shriek and rattle like a badly ...
All mention to Tracey Edges has been cleared by British Security.
Keep Your Hands Out Of Your Pockets.
I see you’re back again dear readers. I'd chide you for being so foolish, ...
He cracks a joke. A bad joke. One of those ‘dad’ jokes, that only your dad can get away with saying. Some thing like;
“Could you put the kettle on darling? ...
By Renee Bernard, Vonda Norwood and Danny Kemp. Special appearance of Tracey Edges by kind permission of Grimsby Borough Council.
What in the world? A woman steps away for a few ...
Her face translucent alabaster
skin cool, eyes closed
passing half-smiles, creased brow
momentary clinches of pain.
One or two at a time we come.
Shaved ice in a cup
a sip from a straw
down quilt from ...
The first Christmas Eve of Sally's misbehavior came as a shock.
Inside a cocoon-like dark car outside Van Allen's Department Store, Clinton, Iowa. That's where Mother, Gram, Sally, and I ...
Dear all,
I’m afraid that Aunt Alice is indisposed at present as a direct result of these communications from that mischievous child, Spot. Despite repeated attempts from friends, relatives and neighbours ...
Dear readers,
Why are you yet clamoring for this correspondence? Can no one else reply to this boy with any success? I swear I am advising Spot as best as I ...
There is nothing more unbelievable to me than the notion that anyone is reading this without pure horror and a summons to the clergy for spiritual support. But then, who ...
by Renee Bernard, Vonda Norwood and Danny Kemp.
Last week we were left with Spot and Myrtle about to make their way to London and rescue Brenda, would be QUEEN OF ...
“Fucking shit. Fuck,” she said as she pulled her Mustang over to the side of the road. The rear bumper scraped against the asphalt as the car moved from the ...
Friends,
I wish I could say that my calm and metered advice is having some great effect on Spot. I also wish I could say that I’ve come into a vast ...
