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1965by dp robertson 2300 words, 14 comments, on Oct 6 3:18 AM 2005. In Other -
Tom was one who never seemed to be burdened by guilt. Very liberating when it came to those tricky moral decisions such as screwing other people’s wives, girl friends and indeeby dp robertson 600 words, 8 comments, on Sep 2 1:39 AM 2005. In <200 lines
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The trouble with the Truth is you don’t hear it all that often and when you do you don’t believe it. Most people hope Truth will hit them smack in the head like a mallet. Rarelby dp robertson 1700 words, 11 comments, on Aug 1 12:05 AM 2005. In <200 lines
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Warning- words of a dubious nature appear in this piece! If you are offended by bad language- don’t read past this point.
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Beginning to feel those psychiatric sessions aren’t doing the trick?
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Madame De Stael, very short, almost frumpy in appearance, hid the fact she had the elasticity of a carnival acrobat and combined it with the sexual knowledge of the Karma Sutra
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He was greatness.
Melbourne fans of Aussie Rules football would go see him play year after year although their team didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of ever making t -
Bert and Beryl had a wonderful honeymoon.
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Today started as a day like any other if you dismiss the huge blue metal spacecraft sitting in our backyard.
It blocked out the sun with two aliens standing outside their eby dp robertson 400 words, 9 comments, on Sep 27 11:59 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Crime, Fantasy, Science fiction -
My first job was as a paperboy selling “Heralds” when I was ten. In hindsight, standing on a median strip as two lanes of peak hour traffic roared passed seems a tad dangerous.
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Why would Americans like to kill Dr Cyril P Callister?
Well, he was the person who invented a thick, yeast extract called “Vegemite” which Australians all over the far flun -
Michael mulled over another page of his “Book of Records”.
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“How was your week?” I foolishly asked.
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Ron was an alcoholic.
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Hunklekerry (hunk-le-ker-ri)
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He picked up the small, shiny pistol; cold and heavy in his shaking hand.
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One day while out in the woods, there roamed carefree a beautiful young man who wished to be alone. He was not happy with so many brothers and sisters, he disliked being surrou
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It had been many years since the old man had spent a night beneath a mosquito net. Many years since Africa but he still missed those days; the chaps, the heat.
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He squinted Hong Kong at a hot afternoon sun dropping lower towards the horrizon.
Distant figures strolled naked along this secluded beach guarded by thick forest and huge -
I was sent at an early age, along with my older bothers and sister, to Sunday school and church at St. David’s Presbyterian.
The good Reverend Nance solemnly oversaw the pr -
Bigotry is an interesting thing because of all the truths in life, bigotry is based solely upon opinion. As far as a human invention goes bigotry is one of Man’s most perfect c
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Rain pitter-pattered the rusted roof of a broken bus stop. Cars and trucks ‘swooshed’ by in an almost hypnotic parade through a steady downpour. But still no bus.
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Oscar was the first to admit he was not very good at sex. During his honeymoon he put it down to lack of practice, but as his marriage wore on, Oscar was forced to concede a co
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The radio drifted above my rest.
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