Welcome to 2025
In the technical sense, last week, at the conclusion of the Hellworld Hellweek run (by our six lovely writers), was Week 513. So, as we open this brave year of 2025, we will keep pace with ever fleet time the best we can. Thus, here we are at the end of week 514. A Happy New Year to All–and now on with the usual show.
Continue reading “Week 514: Happy New Year; Honesty; Six Honest Writers and Confessions”
Ed was at a conference in Bakersfield and told me there was a problem with the pet sitter tonight and could I stop by the house and feed the dog her dinner. I’d done it a few times before. Ed was my brother-in-law.
Continue reading “Alumni by Ted Gross”
Saturday 24th January 1987
Sound-checking the venue’s PA system, Jesse strapped on his battered jumbo guitar, and proceeded to tune it. After all these years, he thought, he could still tune his instrument by ear. He adjusted his microphones to accommodate the position of its hole for amplification, and his height for vocals. The house lights were on, revealing a square, empty floor, with a bar down the left hand side of the room, and a number of tables and stools on the other side. The place itself, still reeked of last night’s booze, no matter how much they’d disinfected it. It was a cramped, dark walled room with graffiti on the walls, and smudges of faded reds and greens for effect; reminding some who came in of a run down ghost train.
Jesse: ‘Testing, testing,1,2,3.’
Aaron: ‘What do you think, brother?’
Jesse:’Just fine.’
Aaron: ‘You bet! We’ll kill em!’
Continue reading “Elvis is Alive and Well But… by John Cunningham”
It’s over. You did well. We all did well. All we have to do now is to get through the hell that is New Years Eve. The parties, the alcohol, the hangover, the smelly uncle who wants to kiss you. We hope this might help. Our last in this series of stories to counteract the bonhomie, the joy, the horror that is The Festive Season.
I Called my Alcoholic Friend Sad Satan by Ashlie Allen
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Brilliant. Wehave almost made it together. Thanks to our wonderful authors we’ve survived the shmooze, the sweet, the gooey. It’s been great, it’s been scary, it’s been Christmas Hellweek. Stories to counteract all that goodwill – I hope we helped – Literally Stories, bah humbug editors.
How to Raise a Monster by L’Erin Ogle – warning some explicit content.
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Well done, you survived – the worst is over. Or is it? Are there rellies coming? Is there turkey left? The torment goes on. We’re doing our best here – stick with us. Christmas Hellweek. Stories to counteract all that goodwill: Enjoy
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE - FROM ALL OF US IN LS TOWERS
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
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So here it is, the whole shebang. You only have to get through today and things will start to improve. Come on – you can do it. Christmas Hellweek. Stories to counteract all that goodwill: Enjoy
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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.
Continue reading “Week 512: Ho Ho No!!!”
Jamie was a very successful killer.
Continue reading “Magpie by Hugh Cron – Adult Content”
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