About KindOfHeart

Biography

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.

Name:
Keith Paver
Sex:
Male 
Age:
70
Sign:
Pisces
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Interests:
Epidemiology & Public Health.
Infectious diseases.
Blood borne & sexually transmitted infections.
Respiratory infections.
Local and overseas humanitarian projects.
Politics.
Favorite Books:
Crime fiction
Science fiction
Biography
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.
Website:
Twitter
Facebook

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Date Joined:
25 Aug 2016
Last Visit:
18 Aug 2018
Page Viewed:
3,603 times
Friends:
62
Followers:
6
Days in Chat:
0
Days on Site:
30+
Forum Posts:
622
Stories:
69
Badges:
11

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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

Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 21 Jul 2018 18:24

Again would be rather unexpected

Topic: Picture that Number
Posted: 19 Jul 2018 16:35

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Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 18 Jul 2018 00:35

Iambic — Ichneumon

Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 17 Jul 2018 06:53

Python — Onomatopoeia

Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 16 Jul 2018 14:21

Only — Lycanthropy

Topic: Ban the user above!
Posted: 11 Jul 2018 10:56

Sorry Anna, I have to ban you for being so unkind to a lady

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Stories Published By KindOfHeart All Stories »

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 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 133 | 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 111 | 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 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 110 | 2 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 223 | 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 212 | 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 822 | 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 311 | 3 Comments

In Memory Of Those Who Have Gone Before.

Hello, I'm Saffie and I'm just eight years old. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't make much sense, But I'm a bit confused just at this moment And I don't quite understand what's going on. Mum and Dad had promised me something special, A really nice treat for my birthday present, And I jumped for joy when they told me the news About the tickets for the Ariana gig. We got a train from Preston...

Added 27 May 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 388 | 9 Comments

Why, Oh Why

In recent months I have been to four funerals, All of them close friends I have known for many years, People I respected, and in some cases loved; People who had all led rich and fulfilling lives, All loved by family, successful in business, And who had all served their local communities, Enriching others through voluntary service, Often going the extra mile for no reward Other than...

Added 22 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 287 | 5 Comments

Unrequited Love

Oh lady fair, so haughty, and so coldly proud, Entreat though I may, naught it seems can ever pierce The adamantine shell that guards your cruel soul, And even my most honeyed words are all in vain. However hard I strive to rise above the crowd Of those that press about your feet, whose cries so fierce Each clamour to be heard and were I to enroll The gods above, my suit would surely end...

Added 06 Jul 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 269 | 2 Comments

Stories Coauthored By KindOfHeart

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 408 | 6 Comments

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