Tales from the Dolorian Club
Sunday 28 April 2019
Never try to bite Sue Clark - She bites back!
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It was late night in the forest. The woodland animals slept after their busy days of scurrying through the undergrowth searching for f...
Sunday 21 April 2019
The Jubilantly Jolly Jamie Chipperfield
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Sundays are my favourite days for torture. I don't know why this is; perhaps it's because it is traditionally a day of rest and my...
Thursday 11 April 2019
The Enormously Existential Eamonn Griffin
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There was a foul stench in the air. It was normally the kind found in my en-suite, after a particularly heavy night of beef curry and brow...
Sunday 7 April 2019
The Creatively Cathartic Claire Handscombe
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It was a beautiful dream. I shall not pass on to you the full details, the nooks and crannys, the wheres and whens, the blood and the ecs...
Tuesday 26 March 2019
The Shuper Duper Shona Kinsella
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I was in the shower. Now the thought of me in the shower is usually enough to make even the most forgiving of souls physically retch and ...
Sunday 24 March 2019
The Ecstatically Erudite Ewan Lawrie
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It was a beautiful sunny morning at Holbrook Towers. Birds were singing and they swooped and climbed in the unseasonably azure sky, on th...
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