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Dialect Kills People

Quite some years back I had round my Sunday lunch table, a young lady just out from South Africa an older man with a very pronounced local accent with other guests....

Mary Webb
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Child Abuse

I'm an alcoholic, but I'm also... (and this is good, wait for it...) a delivery driver! It's a shitty job, but at least I get to drink til my thought...

Christopher Jordan
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Home

I’m home, I just got home. Home is where the heart is. The heart of the home is the hearth. The Vulcan heater looks at me, dormant and cold....

Libbie Nelson
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I'll Get a Knife

I was living on the worst street in town. I didn't like it. Horrible things would happen in my block of flats....

Andrew Towers
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Bless you! Now, where's the toast?

The night was clear, a light breeze was blowing outside, people were arriving home after work. Everyone went about their evening with no hint of the mystery that was about to unfold in my house....

Adsy
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I could be Spiderman!

I had just moved into my new place with a friend and the building changed the keys to our fire door lock....

Adsy
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