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Week 212 – Questionable Stains, Underlying Secrets And Drinking Chemicals

Here we go again!

This is posting number 212.

These weeks come and go in what seems to be a good seven days.

There are some things that I miss as they aren’t done anymore. (Having a life, being bothered and reasons for living have always been debatable so I am ignoring them!)

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Week 211 – Second Person, Tense Picking And Unforgivable Lines.

Here we are at Week 211.

I have had a bit of inspiration on my topics for this post.

Instead of me spouting my usual inane shite, I do have some more technical aspects to discuss.

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Week 210 – Arsehole Letter Writers, Bastard Councillors And Enraged Twats With Expensive Postcodes.

Here we are at week 210.

I don’t know about anyone reading this but there is a tradition in Ayr that showcases all that is bad with writing. It is the weekly release of the local newspaper.

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Week 209 – Teaching Welsh, Dejavu And A Wish That Men Should Suffer Horrendous Thrush From Using Bathing Products.

Well it’s been a busy week here at Literally Stories. We worked our way through forty odd stories (And some good ones!)

We have reached the quarter of a million hits and all is well in our wee writing world.

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Week 208 – Writing, Typing And Refusing The Nipple.

We are now at week 208. How time flies when you are having fun. I suppose it depends on the fun. If it is backwards time travel, would that phrase still be relevant? I watched ‘The Inglorious Bastards’ the other day. Wasn’t Rod Taylor a handsome man? I mean in ‘The Birds’ and not as an Australian Churchill.

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Week 207 – The Blues, A Hangover Cure And Bedding The Elderly.

Well here we are at week 207.

It must be a good seven days since our last posting. (Or a pish seven days for those readers in Scotland.)

I was listening to some Blues when I began to write this and John Lee Hooker came on with ‘One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer’ and I just thought that this was in the wrong order. The Bourbon would argue with the Whisky and you would end up enjoying neither of these. The song should be ‘One Bourbon, One Beer, One Scotch’ that would be more tasteful.

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Week 206 – Returning, Shitty Tinsel And A Lactating Dilema

Here we are at Week 206!

Like ‘Gremlins – The Next Batch’ – We’re back.

As in ‘Poltergeist’ – We’re here

And like ‘The Fly’ – If you send us Romance, I’ll ‘Be afraid, very afraid.’

I’ve been watching a few films lately, just to get the days in.

It was good to see the old site creak back into life on Monday.

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Week 205 – Christmas Break, Christmas Messages And Super Sex.

Here we are at Week 205.

Anyone who has read our previous posts at this time will know that we all write a wee message, so I’ll do the reviews and such-like first.

We had three new writers, one on his second story and me.

The topics included; Limited customers, a surprising film buff, a bridge, a soul-mate and medication.

As always our initial comments follow.

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Nature And Nurture – The Devil’s Mix by Hugh Cron – Adult Content.

He looked around. It was dark but there were a few lights on the bridge. He stood in the middle and peered over the side, down into the water. The night was still and the smell of the trees and moss made him smile. The countryside always had that effect on him, this was as good a place as any.

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