Literally Stories – Week 44

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Scrolling down our Twitter feed for Week 44, witnessing the variety of images that help ‘sell’ Literally Stories short stories it is impossible to ignore the diverse nature of our site.

Tumbleweed in an arid New Mexico landscape (we cheated, it’s Kansas), a church in the north of England (a church in the north of England),  a few billion galaxies (yep — we bring you real galaxies folks), a landscape with crows in flight courtesy of Van Gogh and finally, my favourite beach in the whole of Hawaii, Waialua.

Not all of the above statements are entirely true and accurate.

The joy of writing eh? Lying with style. Though it might be disputed that I know all the angles it is irrefutable I have mastered none of them!

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The last time Friday began the week Monday staged a walk-out and Midweek came out in solidarity with Monday whilst the weekend said it couldn’t give a $!£* when the week started.

On that archaic note I deliver you something fresher. Well, LS newcomer, James C Clar’s does.

His post-apocalyptic tale, Clarisseis a strange little affair which may lack many of the grim features of your standard run-of-the-mill end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it fare, but has no shortage of intrigue and weirdness and voyeurism and so on and so forth.

Welcome James.

Living in Poplar Hills sounds about as much fun as living in Stepford. Dull, dull, dull, with the only Noise coming from a procession of lawn mowers and with not a crow in sight.

Parallels with Ira Levin’s satire end there as LS newcomer Carol Taylor spins a wonderfully sorry story of love, loss and longing.

Welcome Carol.

Wednesday is still the middle of the week and not even a dose of quantum physics can shift it.

‘Everett met Niels Bohr, author of the Copenhagen Interpretation, the man who famously said: Anyone who is not shocked by quantum theory has not understood it.’

Richard Ardus’ chosen subject; a potted history real and imagined of the world of quantum theory, might on first reflection seem a little dry. Somewhat staid.

I say it isn’t. In fact I say ‘beat me on the bottom with a Woman’s Weekly’ if Analogue isn’t a belting little story.

Tuesday kept the faith with not shouting about its midweek anonymity and delivered us  a kitchen-sink drama from the week’s third newcomer, Jacqueline Grima.

Mum’s the Word has it all, love, loss, life, birth and death and a lot more besides.

Welcome Jacqueline. Another fine LS début.

HG Wells would have been proud of my time-travel trickery in Week 44 and I suspect would have cast an admiring nod in LS stalwart Frederick K. Foote’s direction after reading Eye Witness.

Rarely do people give reliable accounts of what they have seen that can be corroborated by other witnesses. Eye Witness is a rum do and there’s no disputing it — or maybe there is?

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Next Sunday we bring you a blog entitled Literally Stories – The Anthology.

Yes, you heard it here first folks — LS is branching out into e-books.

To celebrate one year in publishing we are proud to announce that on 16 November 2015, Literally Stories – The Anthology will go on sale at £2.75 (a smidge over $4) with all proceeds going to a small but beautifully formed children’s literacy charity (details to be announced in the forthcoming blog.)

Christmas is never far away and what could make a better stocking-filler than an e-book of your favourite LS authors knowing that all the money is going to charity?

ANSWER: a litre bottle of expensive Swedish Vodka.

They don’t call me Scrooge for nowt.

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If the Indian summer is proving a little too hot and you would welcome a chill then this week’s recipient of the Story of the Week accolade, Hugh Cron, has just the thing for you, namely He Stood and Stared.

Mr. Cron is crowned this week’s bonny Prince for his chill-a-minute tale that feels like the love-child of Don’t Look Now and Village of the Damned.

Cheers Hugh you really creeped us out.

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I wouldn’t want the task of deciding next week’s Story of the Week champion given yet another superb line-up. Thankfully I don’t have to choose. You do, by clicking somewhere in the vicinity of one of these>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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