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Category Archives: stories
People I hate whilst driving
a car parked wisely in Cyprus (photo by my brother) Right, a rant of epic proportions, and proof that I am the best driver in the universe (cough cough). For reasons that are plain to see, or for obscure ones … Continue reading →
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Tagged car, car park, cars, cyclist, cyclists, driver, drivers, driving, motorbikes, MPV, parents, parking, pedestrian, pedestrians, road, school run, sports cars, street, SUV
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>Nutters I have known #3: The Greek ‘researcher’
> Soula was very keen on her research. She was researching her own island (aren’t we all) during Ottoman times, but nobody knew exactly what. You see, Soula thought that what she was doing was so important and significant , … Continue reading →
>Nutters I have known #2: the pseudo-intellectual
> [I had forgotten about this series, until Claude reminded me-thanks!] Makis was an intellectual. One of those you know the moment you lay eyes on them. Short, dark, with John Lennon glasses, always clutching a book. I met him … Continue reading →
>Procrastination
> Κυπριακά δαμαί How procrastination works (a real case study) You’re sitting at your desk, working on something important (a job application in this case). You feel like having a cup of coffee. You get up and go to the … Continue reading →
>Exorcism pt. III
> Continued from Part II The brigadier was going from bad to worse, as he hadn’t had a whole-night’s sleep in weeks. He started to forget things, turned up to work in a dirty uniform, unshaven and deranged. He forgot … Continue reading →
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Exorcism pt. II
Continued from Part I To make things worse, the squad’s bookworm, Sotirakis, had been reading Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft recently, and his wild imagination conjured images of masked aggressors, outlandish beasts with claws and fangs. He’d sit … Continue reading →
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>Exorcism pt. I
> They were all gathered inside the outpost-even Linda the dog was terrified, hidden under the TV stand. The guards did their shifts in pairs, so that they’d have someone to talk to. Patrol duties were largely neglected, not because … Continue reading →
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Lavoura’s tale
A long time ago, long before the time of the Turks, when the Franks were ruling the land, there was a rich feudal lord by the name of Markéllos. Markéllos had a daughter, Lavoura, who was of marriage age. Lavoura … Continue reading →
Posted in Army Tales, Cyprus, fiction, Frankish Cyprus, Franks, Gothic, history of Cyprus, magic, medieval, murder mystery, mystery, stories, Venetians, Venice, witch, witchcraft
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Sotirakis the Meek
Sotirákis sat patiently waiting for his replacement. He’d been on guard duty at the detached watchtower, looking after the .50 cal since midnight, with his shift ending at six. Six long hours in this wilderness. He didn’t mind though; on the … Continue reading →
Off to lift some spuds
Antonís was fed up. Really fed up. He hadn’t left the outpost on leave in over a month, and the 5-6 new recruits the Captain had promised had failed to materialise, with the exception of Sotirakis. They were severely understaffed … Continue reading →