And following last weeks, Week 306, we now have this weeks, Week 307.
We are proud of our logic and counting ability!
Both myself and Diane love to see new writers submit their work, especially youngsters. They are up against it though as the more life experience you have, the more you can write about a whole range of different topics.
Continue reading “Week 307 – RIP Ron, You Can’t Add To What’s Already Sad And Fill In The Missing Person: Fu Manchu, Dr No, Dr Evil And ???”
My Uncle Andy always said that even as a boy his cock touched the floor. That was a possibility. He is in a few medical books as having had the worse case of rickets ever documented.
Continue reading “Uncle Andy by Hugh Cron – Warning Adult Content”
And now we are at Week 306.
Before we start I need to tell you that we’re still being inundated by those who insist on telling us that they are one of those ‘ThemTheys’ or ‘TheysThem’ and we are sick of it. I really could go off on a rant but let’s just say that the voice of reason, Diane, censored me and stopped me calling those who insist on telling us that they are a ThemTheys or ‘TheysThem’ a name that is associated with rhyming slang and an actor who did a coffee advert.
Continue reading “Week 306 – Heed The Guidelines, Tarzan And June And I Nearly Forgot About Tin Machine!”
Tuesday morning and I’m driving. It’s cold outside and the windscreen is cloudy. I can see only through the little circle I have made by wiping my gloved hand against the glass. The circle keeps closing up, the world keeps getting smaller. There is nobody on the streets and the sky is low, the only motion outside the steaming shapes of stranger’s cars, indistinct forms defined against the grey by their movement.
Continue reading “This Winter by Louie Richmond”
Saturday 2nd January 2021
Here we are at Week 305.
Before I start you will see the date at the top of this page – That’s for me. I’m working from the 1st – Don’t know about the second, have been on the next four from when I’m writing this, which gives me two days off in between.
Continue reading “Week 305 – No Idea, No Coal And No Difference.”
The door opens automatically, not how supermarket doors part but rather like a hologram dissipating. Inside, the lights are blinding. Ads swarm the walls, as if overrun with nagware.
A hostess joins us mid-stride, music creeping out from her headset. She doesn’t bother to catch our eye. “Headphones or no headphones?”
I don’t quite grasp the question. Rashida jumps in. “Headphones.”
Continue reading “Nine Minutes into the Future by Jared Cappel”
Well, we are now at Week 304.
I hope everyone had as good a Christmas as possible.
I do think that today, not the day that I am writing this, but the day that you are reading it, unless it is any other day than the day that it was posted, is the most depressing day of the year. It feels like those depressing Sunday nights where Monday mornings loomed.
Maybe it’s just me and I don’t know why I feel that way. Maybe something happened to me in a past life.
Continue reading “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeelll, (I checked Phonetically) Chic Young Is A Legend And Who Wants A Pasty When You Can Fuck A Sophia Loren?”
It’s been a funny year but we want to thank everyone for their support and their company. There would be no site without you. Whatever you are doing over the next few days, even if it’s nothing very much we wish you joy and peace and of course good health.
All the very best from Literally Stories.
Banner Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Village Image by Louise Dav from Pixabay
And it is now Week 303.
Before I forget I need to let you all know that we are not stopping for Christmas. We will be posting stories all through.
The reason is quite simple, we are around ten weeks in advance and if we had stopped publishing that would have taken us over a three month waiting time which we don’t want. We would like to stay between eight and ten weeks if possible.
The only thing to be aware of is we may not be about as much as normal but if you submit or comment, then we will get around to answering and authorising.
Continue reading “Week 303 – The Leader Of The Rat-Pack, Three Barrels Is Minging And Popeye’s Obvious Love For Power Ballads.”
Leila has gone back quite a way with this one and singled out a long time friend of the site. David Henson has stuck with us for a long time and it’s great to see his work getting another moment in the sun. This is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Bracelet by David Henson”
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