Stories via song title2020-10-18T20:03:21+11:00
606, 2018

A certain song by Van Morrison. Story by Rijn Collins

With a scowl that could scorch the tops of crème brûlée, I would stalk through the bar to the alleyway to glower outside until the song ended. Even the rotting potato peels and pools of stale beer were preferable to hearing it again.

2112, 2020

A mirth of stories

Of the 560 stories on this website we've got nearly 30 stories that we've listed under 'Humour', kicking off with this year's jazz poems from Bill Arnott and then delving deep into our back catalogue.

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