Category Archives: Stories

“My country right or wrong, my mother drunk or sober” was the motto Warren Wigglethwartz had once heard when as a boy and thought it rather good. So good, in fact, that after he’d grown up and become a roustabout, … Continue reading →

“Madam, your bowling days are over, I’m afraid.” This was Doctor Ishi Kohinata speaking. Not exactly a medical doctor in the sense of a pill-pusher so much as a chiropractor-cum-physiotherapist-cum-accupuncturist-cum-masseur-cum-God knows what else. A versatile guy. I knew the day … Continue reading →

The doorbell rang. Well, it didn’t exactly ring; it honked. Like a large gander who’d taken a hit while flying south for the winter and now making its last lamentative nose dive into oblivion. I’ve been meaning to fix it … Continue reading →

Rachel Rigormortis scratched her head in disbelief. Not literally, mind you. Rachel was quite dead, so scratching her head for any reason, or anybody else’s, was quite out of the question and contrary to the laws of nature, at least … Continue reading →