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Welcome to Christmas Hellworld: Hellweek Day Three

Did you eat too many mince pies? Have you overindulged on the chocolates? Is the whole jolly, feelgood, merry, lovey dovey season getting to you. Maybe we can help
with Literally Stories – Christmas Hellweek. Stories to counteract all that goodwill: Enjoy

Wishbone by Jennie Boyes

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Welcome to Christmas Hellworld: Hellweek Day One

Still feeling a bit too gooey? Still have the urge to hug people? Don’t worry – we’re here for you. Literally Stories – Christmas Hellweek. Stories to counteract all that goodwill: Enjoy

ULTRA-BELFAST

If you’re the black sheep then any family event, gathering or occasion can feel like Ultra-Belfast.  There’s a purgatorial feel to your day when you’re plucked from your home comforts and trappings and shipped back to a time and place when your independence and autonomy was restricted.  I vaguely remember committing the first few sentences to the white page.  I’d like to say it was during the Christmas before it was published here, that would be remarkably apt but it would also be horse piss.  It almost certainly came after one of those events though. One where I looked around a table and saw variations of the same face looking back at me.  A little older, a little worn down.  The light behind their eyes, a little dimmer than it had been the previous year, or the one before that.

For anyone who doesn’t buy into it, the Northern Irish summer and in particular the 12th of July, is the ultimate purgatorial state.  Twenty-first century living grinds to a halt so a minority of over intoxicated and under informed can lay claim to everything within their eyeline in the name of tradition.  Loyal servants of the crown celebrating the victory of a Dutch King over the English Monarch.  Celebrating the victory of a protestant king over a catholic king.  Celebrating the victory of a protestant king, who led a largely catholic army, financed by the vatican.  Trying to explain it could turn you mad.

The truth of the matter is, to be Northern Irish is to live in a permanent state of purgatory.  Irish by geography, British by rule, your individual identity, independence and autonomy permanently in flux and controlled by calendar and tradition.  I’m ten years older than the writer of this story.  If I had to try, I don’t know if I could write it now, but I still relate to it because I’m still sitting at that card table waiting to go all-in.

Welcome to Ultra-Belfast…

Ultra-Belfast by Dave Louden – Adult Content

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Week 512: Ho Ho No!!!

Ho ho humbuggery

I am tired of PC Christmas. I figure a grown up can endure the Christian God for about six weeks every year without becoming a whiny child about it. Most of us knew that Christmas was bullshit growing up, but I never turned down a present from Santa nor have I ever failed to drop a coin in the Salvation Army bucket.

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