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Joan and Judy
Part Sixteen Judy, clutched on to Joan’s eighty year old breasts as she scrambled from the floor, declaring, she put mushrooms in the pie! Magic mushrooms! They gave Mrs Moo …
Joan And Judy
Part Fifteen Joan scuffed her shoes along the fake cork tiles, puffing her palm under her perm, along the way. Mr Dirk, what a surprise! You know him? Asked Don. …
Six Small Holes
Guest blog post by El Steppenwolf Often discredited with having little heritage, Sydney yet has its secrets. Happy white collared soldiers, those oblivious executives and their coffee-makers, march by unknowingly …
Joan And Judy
Part Fourteen A Harley Davidson croaked in the parking bay in front of the community hall. The bikey swaggered up to the community hall, gave a pointless two-knock on the …
Joan And Judy
Part Thirteen You have done it now, haven’t you Joan? I know what’s in your pie, you selfish cow! Judy threw herself on Joan and started punching Joan’s bony arms …
Sunday Sesh: The Well
Welcome, new and loyal fans of TLG: get comfy, sit down with a cup of tea and I’ll enlighten you with a story. Stop. Okay, what is wrong with that …
Joan And Judy
Part Twelve The shock of Joan’s change of taste affected everyone. Some refused to try the pie and didn’t talk to Joan before leaving. Others, enjoyed the pie immensely and …
Joan And Judy
Part Eleven Yes, Joan knew it was always better to keep her mouth closed, remain polite and stay on the fence during critical town discussions, especially on bake-off day. This …
10 Ways To Know, How To Know, You Must Be A Writer
Ten ways to know, how to know, you must be a writer…well you must be one, at least by now or one day, you think like one but you don’t …
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“What are you doing here at this hour of the night?” she asked. He gave away an evil grin and said, “You tell me. After…
