About KindOfFool


Just an old and rather boring Englishman. Well educated but not very exciting. I have a regrettable tendency to pontificate for hours about things I know little about, and have foolish pretensions as a writer and poet — the result is tedious prose and execrable verse.

The values I try to live by, and which I look for in others, are HONESTY, RESPECT, FAIRNESS, KINDNESS, GENEROSITY, COMPASSION, and perhaps most of all FIDELITY.

Keith Paver
Relationship Status:
Epidemiology & Public Health.
Infectious diseases.
Blood borne & sexually transmitted infections.
Respiratory infections.
Local and overseas humanitarian projects.
Favorite Books:
Crime fiction
Science fiction
The Bible
Favorite Authors:
Too many to mention.
Favorite Movies:
In no particular order, Visconti's Death in Venice, Lincoln, Dr Zhivago, Some Like it Hot, Lawrence of Arabia, Lord of the Rings, The Godfather, and many others.
Favourite TV Shows:
Borgen, The Bridge, Wallander, Inspector Montalbano, MASH, Monty Python
Favorite Music:
Eclectic tastes - there are only two kinds of music, good music and bad music.


Date Joined:
25 Aug 2016
Last Visit:
23 Sep 2018
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Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 19 Sep 2018 22:40


Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 13 Sep 2018 23:32


Topic: The time is now to celebrate the birthday of our own Elizabeth Black.
Posted: 08 Sep 2018 09:51



Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 24 Aug 2018 06:55

Friends forgive our little mistakes

Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 22 Aug 2018 16:11

Hard times will soon pass

Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 06 Aug 2018 21:59

View — Veil

Topic: New Member
Posted: 26 Jul 2018 04:56

Welcome to StoriesSpace. There are some very nice people here and I’m sure you will have a good time.

The advice you have received so far is excellent, but in summary:
1. Post an avatar that represents you.
2. Fill in your biography so that we know something about you.
3. Make some friends, might I suggest as a start: AnnaMayZing, LarryFNigh, rune, Dreamcatcher, Maryruth, Magnificentrascal, Frogprince, JWren, elizabethblack, Rumple_deWriter, meredith, Ping & gillianleeza.
4. Post on the forums: The Break Room & Games are good to get your count up quickly.
5. Try your hand at writing a story - the Micro Fiction and Musings genres are a good start.

<img src="/images/emoticons/hello2.gif" alt="hello1"> Keith

Topic: I am
Posted: 25 Jul 2018 23:35

I am tired of this heatwave and would love some rain. Unfortunately it is forecast to get even hotter this next few days.

Topic: Word Association Game
Posted: 21 Jul 2018 18:25

Coughing — Quarantine

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Stories Published By KindOfFool All Stories »

The Emperor

Your name will divide opinion for as long as Europe lasts, and many think only of your overweening ambition. Yet you saved your country from chaos, and even as your armies marched across the continent they were engaged in an act of creation as much as destruction, resulting in the making of modern Europe. And in their wake you imposed a unified legal code that has never been replaced. Even...

Added 13 Sep 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 104 | 6 Comments

Can Love Grow Again From The Ashes Of Despaire?

The rains came early that September Falling from a brooding leaden sky, After months of unending sunshine When all colour drained from fields and leaves, And small lakes and reservoirs dried up, Baked earth like concrete all that remained. The relentless downpour turned the earth To a sea of mud, mud everywhere, Getting into homes, soiling carpets  And staining floors; and cold...

Added 01 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 91 | 5 Comments

The Colours Of Love

In the first springtime of our love Everything was as fresh and new, And tender as the bright green leaves Bursting forth from winter’s drab coat, Alive with burgeoning desire And the joy of revelation As we explored in sweet delight, The pale tones of our nakedness Subtle as the cherry blossoms On the trees outside your window, Every kiss replete with promise Of greater wonders yet to come....

Added 20 Aug 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 89 | 5 Comments

A Prince Among Writers

Loved by women and admired by men, A prince among writers lay dying, The slow betrayal by his body Robbing him of hope of the long life That in his youth he had expected, Finally to slip away in peace Enfolded in the loving embrace Of devoted family and friends After a long and fruitful autumn His passing celebrated in song. Yet though his body was decaying His thoughts enshrined a new...

Added 01 Jul 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 145 | 7 Comments

A Man Of No Consequence

A little man of no consequence Whose whole life was spent on the margins, His passing barely caused a ripple In the flowing tides of existence, And his substance was just a shadow Briefly noticed and then forgotten Like something on the edge of vision. He had a name, of that I am sure And he surely must have been loved once, If only by his mother and father, But even that is uncertain now,...

Added 30 Jun 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 117 | 6 Comments

In My End Is My Beginning

In the days of my hedonistic youth I set my sails to cross the wine dark seas To find the lands of the lotus eaters, There to sate my sybaritic desires On the luscious fruits just waiting for me To pluck and gorge in a carnal orgy Of untrammelled depravity and lust, Living only for each new sweet climax. For a decade or more I spent my life In search of yielding luscious bodies To conquer...

Added 10 Apr 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 125 | 3 Comments

The Inspector Debagged — Blonde Southern Belle Comes To The Rescue

Sergeant, what are you doing with that orange bag over your head?  I told you to cuff them, not muck about!, And ... O my god, that woman’s hardly got a stitch on — cover her up with a black bag someone — and as for you Cocktail Dress Lady, haven’t you got a home to go to? Hey, what’s going on? You, Blonde Southern Belle, stop fiddling with my belt this minute. O sh... my trousers, give...

Added 23 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 287 | 8 Comments

The Government Inspector investigates Rump’s Bar

ALRIGHT, QUIET EVERYBODY! No one is to leave — and that means you three. Names please. Ahem, it has been drawn to our attention that there has recently been some highly irregular behaviour in this bar, and there will be prosecutions. Do you want me to spell them out? 1. Wearing of non-biodegradable plastic. 2. Abuse of cocktail party products. 3. Oral gestures of a forbidden nature. ...

Added 22 Jan 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 230 | 5 Comments

Recommended Read A Soldier's Memory

He lay stretched out on the narrow iron framed bed Idly staring at the cracked and blotchy ceiling, Its surface resembling a map of no man's land, A senseless wilderness of craters and barbed wire. Unthinking, his mind was empty of all feeling Other than a sense of utter futility, A weariness that had seeped into his marrow Like the water bleeding from the walls of the trench Whose...

Added 30 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 839 | 7 Comments

Home At Last

At last, I am home after months away, Long months that at times have seemed more like years, When home and comfort were just a mirage; Hard months living out of an old rucksack, Battered and worn after years on the road, Much like me, I suppose, old and worn out. As an aid worker for a charity, I thought I had seen it all, South Sudan, The West Bank and Gaza Strip, Lebanon, So many places,...

Added 25 Aug 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 349 | 3 Comments

Stories Coauthored By KindOfFool

Romance on the Railway

Each night beneath the kindly moon’s soft radiance We make again that joyful connection of love Vulnerable in our emotional nakedness As we bare the most profound feelings of our hearts All too soon the hour of parting is upon us Catching us unaware in our communion The whistle of the passing train is the sad signal That we must reluctantly say goodnight, sweet dreams Come away with me on...

Added 20 Apr 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 422 | 6 Comments

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