Hello there folks.
Another week bites the dust and we’ve reached posting number 256.
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Tag: literally stories
Hardwood by Jeremy Salo
The kids in town nearly ignored marijuana altogether; they moved straight to heroin. They smoke it off of aluminum foil and to them it’s like taking communion. Not many shoot it, perhaps because they’re afraid of explaining away the marks during gym class.
Samphire Lighthouse by Tracy Gaughan
He put the button on her tummy. ‘Breathe now Hetty’ he said, ‘and watch the button … that’s what it’s like for a boat, going up and down on the sea.’
Two Live Here by Samantha Swain
Alexia hiked ahead of Cian. Frozen pine needles crunched under her boots and frosted ferns brushed past her jeans. The denim shimmered silver for a moment then grew dark as the ice melted into the fabric.
Send Galabicus by Tom Sheehan
Spiel: I’ve always admired the under-achievers who were small men, supposedly sour at life’s humble start with a small stature, but who bust their way out of the harsh beginning.
Sewer by Noah Lessard
I work in a sewer.
Literally Reruns – The Royalists by Tobias Haglund.
It’s a while since founding editor Tobbe has been able to take a part in the running the site but it’s great to see his work still has fans. This is what Leila had to say about The Royalists:-
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The Roomer by Tom Sheehan
“Special delivery, Ma’am,” the man said, handing Gladys Towbridge the small packet of mail gathered in a rubber band he had extracted from her mailbox. His casual smile matched his clothes, she thought, comfortable, probably durable, warm enough to cover some extremes. “I’m looking for a room and was told at the bus depot that I might find accommodations here. I left my bag in a locker in case that was not to be the case. My name is Augustus Emberly. I have come a long way today and would rather not move on right now.”
The Map Beneath by Michael Grant Smith
Clad only in oil-stained mechanic’s trousers and work boots, Dobrosky attacked the ground outside his single-story apartment. Two, three, four scoops before metal squealed on something hard. This was not in his plan. He dropped the shovel and let it clatter on the sidewalk.
JRW4 by Adam Kluger
Harlan Strundley could sling the bull back in high school like nobody’s business.
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