Featured Stories of the Week

The Bold Postman

It was a sunny day as I walked along in central Glasgow doing some light shopping. I passed a postman talking to what I assume must be his friend. He says to his friend on this pleasant summery afternoon, and I quote, "So I just went for a big fucking shite".

Liam Fleming
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Stan’s Bike Has A Creepy Admirer

I grew up in the suburbs of Albuquerque and we lived in close proximity to nature. My younger brother Stan had just received a new bike as his birthday gift – it looked brilliant in black and red. Every day, when he returned from school, he would take the bike on a ride through the neighborhood.

Susan Smith
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The First Encounter

Bang! Bang! Bang!

We spilled out onto the street to watch as the fireworks exploded, welcoming the new year. I waved bye to my friend, who had decided to go home with some tall, dark stranger. I stumbled up the road, feeling unusually safe as I passed the ladies drumming up business for the c

Aminta Miller
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By Location

Why is it called bytestories?

This is a place for "byte-sized" stories and there is a 1500 character (about 250 words) limit for two main reasons. Firstly, we want you to know that "War and Peace" isn't required to leave your mark. Secondly, it takes about 2 minutes to read each story meaning you can head here whenever you want a quick (and entertaining) read.