Humor Stories

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story
The training at RAF Halton was not anything like that of the SAS,or the Para's,nor the Royal Marines;we were training to be responsible engineers not mean lean killers. Even so Halton attempted to forge a similar esprit de corps, professionalism, and raison d'être in the apprentices who passed through the establishment as was held in those elite units. For good or bad the methods employed sixty years ago have now gone with the wind.

Schoolgirl Abbie longs after Brianna, and has for years. A crisis develops between the 16-year-olds, threatening to destroy their friendship, banning Brianna from Abbie's life forever. Abbie can't let that happen, even at the cost of her self-worth. One night is all she has to put things right.

A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story
I didn't learn to drive until leaving the RAF. I was in the TA(Territorial Army) when I learned but don't think I was driving tanks or APCs or Landrovrers. The TA paid for my lessons with a civvy driving school and I learned in a bog standard Austin 1100. This true story recounts the first and last time i drove a truck, although I did become a Yellow Van Man

Wake up one morning to find that your personal computing has turned green & yellow and the screen is scrambled!

A little silly sci-fi erotica. A new kind of game controller comes on the market, the one that lets you do everything hands-free...

It can be confusing.

A down-on-his-luck salesman gets a fortune cookie that changes everything. (Caution! there is a scene with gay male oral sex in this story. Don't say you weren't warned.)