| Never ending ends
| | Author's note: This story is written with the English/Australian spelling of "ass". I like the "ar"... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 31-03-08 |
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| Sex Farmer
| | Turning Japanese -... | | Words: | 133 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Camels, flowers & German sex
| | We stood there in the field of flowers looking down on the town. It was the first time we had been still for days. Like we knew we had to keep moving. We were there for Pushkar. To see the spectacle.... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 17-02-08 |
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| Tired
| | I'm too tired for violence.... | | Words: | 92 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Teen Spirit
| | Sighing with regret... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Haiku | | Updated: | 11-02-08 |
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| Travelling with the djinn
| | I picked up the Djinn as a travelling companion on a night train from Delhi. As usual, the carriage was crammed with squirming flesh. There was barely a place to sit, let alone lie down. In the end, I... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-02-08 |
| Words: | 364 | | Comments: | 16 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Beware the Infidel with the Weenie in his Hand.
| | Looking across a river, I see a boy with a bottom like a peach, But I am sad, because I cannot swim. Persian Poem Their fingers were entwined like brown rivulets of Himalayan slurry. I tried not to... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Travel | | Updated: | 30-01-08 |
| Words: | 1755 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Last Maharajah’s Birthday Lunch
| | The last Maharajah is a big man. Not fat. No, he’s certainly not fat by any means. But he looks... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 30-01-08 |
| Words: | 577 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Two Weeks With Tojo 2
| | The Pink Zoot Suit With Matching Glock... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 29-01-08 |
| Words: | 936 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Sadhu and the Holy Lake
| | “Ramayan talks of Pushkar and says that Vishvamitra performed tapa here.” The old sadhu said as... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 29-01-08 |
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| The third eye model
| | Nothing in the man’s demeanour suggested anything out of the ordinary. But he had a smart mouth, so they threw him into the flames. The little brown man lay back into the fire. He snuggled into it... | | Words: | 2164 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| One-Eyed Jacks
| | I am not a gambler. I can think of better ways to make my money disappear. It’s a mug’s game and... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 24-01-08 |
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| Two Weeks With Tojo1
| | Spirals The ferret-faced girl with the big hair drones"You a broker? You a broker?" as she grinds her teeth in my face. She is obviously amped, with pinpricks of sweat dotting her colagen-fattened... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | travel | | Updated: | 03-01-08 |
| Words: | 999 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Gun Store
| | I am surprised when he says that he doesn’t want the biggest gun. After all, 17 year old boys can be such size queens. “Oh shit no, Dude,” the kid drawls. The profanity doesn’t bother me... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Travel | | Updated: | 02-01-08 |
| Words: | 2556 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| Festive Panic
| | The festive panic!... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Haiku | | Updated: | 02-01-08 |
| Words: | 12 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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