Raymond G. Taylor
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Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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A mixed marriage
We all know that this is a mixed marriage (pause for effect)... Between an accountant and a human being (pause for laughter)... and I know you wish the bride and groom every happiness, as I do. I have known Brad and Juliette since we were children. We still argue about that first kiss. Was it me, or was it Brad, who first pressed their lips against that rosy red cheek… or… have you told her the truth yet, Brad? (Pause for more laughter). Well, Bradley, old buddy, you old Romeo, your plight now prevails. You have won the hand of your Juliette (pause for more effect). You won her fair and square... well square, at least (more laughter). Congratulations, Bradley, you have the bride of your dreams. Well done Juliette, you have at last made up your mind. I know… because... you made that crystal clear... this morning… over breakfast.
By Raymond G. Taylora day ago in Fiction
Far far away from me
Sedna made the final approach, unaware of her proximity to the icy, rocky comet. Her solitary mission: the first ever comet walk. Suspended animation was necessary for the three-year flight, to preserve water and oxygen and to protect the astronaut from the effects of isolation until she could be reawakened.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 months ago in Fiction
The story that wasn’t
The Summer That Wasn’t? Yes! I thought. This is the one. This will be my first success as an author. $200 first prize will set me up in my new career as a world-famous writer. That night I dreamt about signing copies of my book at a gala launch event.
By Raymond G. Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Who could she possibly be?
Early evening would often find me sitting by the village green after a walk. It was here that I first saw her. I thought she looked familiar but couldn’t be sure. Once, I went to speak to her, but she was gone before I got close enough.
By Raymond G. Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
