Colin Lyne – The Philosophers

Thirty years is a long time. Maybe not in terms of the movements of the planets. But for those of us going about our daily business down here, it’s quite a chunk of any of our lives.  Well, it’s been thirty years since I last had a drink at the “Blue’s Bar”.  The “Blue’s” isContinue reading “Colin Lyne – The Philosophers”

Announcement

The format of Untold Stories is changing. With fewer interactions than anticipated, the format will change from November 1st. No further monthly challenges will be issued for the time being. Watch this space…… Contact me for further information. Contact@untold-stories.world

Alan Bilton – Diddums

Your (sic) not singing, your not singing, Your not singing anymore… Your not singing anymore. After trailing for most of the match, Peterborough United had scored twice in ten minutes. At one end there was complete silence. At the other, the singing continued till the final whistle and as they streamed out, the Posh fansContinue reading “Alan Bilton – Diddums”

Britta Benson – About time / The phonecall

About time Time makes a strange bed fellow and the most fickle of companions. How is it even possible that we’re in September 2021, when my heart and soul are still not so patiently waiting for spring 2020, my fiftieth birthday? Did I blink? Did I miss something? Thunderstorms are in the offing this morning.Continue reading “Britta Benson – About time / The phonecall”

Charlotte Blythe – Our Time

Time to go slow, to watch, to grow,Time to re-access, to ‘think over’ to know.To find a way of being, to go forward, to ‘be’To stand still, to breathe.  Time to be free.To run with the wind. Feel the sun on your face.To rediscover, to create. Smell the roses, bake the cake.Take your time, rest theContinue reading “Charlotte Blythe – Our Time”

September Challenge

Your writing can be inspired by real-life experiences, fiction or, a mix of the two. There are no rules, no right or wrong. Interpret the prompts as you wish. You can write in English or your first language. Challenge 1. Time: A story or poem that involves time – in any construct. Challenge 2. The phone call: AContinue reading “September Challenge”

Colin Lyne – Red House

A trail of white smoke floats up from the chimney of the Red House and, just above the tallest of the eucalyptus trees in the valley, forms a thin, almost motionless, cloud. It’s only four o’clock but the pale sun is already hiding below the hill opposite the house. In the corner of the vegetableContinue reading “Colin Lyne – Red House”

Manfred Steinig – The truth of the matter

Frank and Fiona met during the Corona lockdown. How could that happen, since everybody was supposed to hunker down in their homes? It was by no means illegal. They both owned a dog and they were allowed to walk them. If they had had a cat, they might never have met, but dogs just cannotContinue reading “Manfred Steinig – The truth of the matter”

Alan Bilton – In the pink

April had finally arrived and with it grey skies and a white hoar frost that didn’t disappear till mid-morning. Yet the river beckoned. So suitably dressed, I made my way down Pixon Lane to my favourite spot below the Iron Bridge. By midday, a patch of blue sky was allowing a watery sun to illuminateContinue reading “Alan Bilton – In the pink”

Mick Plumptre – The sausage roll game

    Little Jacky Pontin  sat on the lawn of her parents house hugging her legs. Her chin resting on her knees, big bright eyes wide and  shining with delight, she chattered away to her mother who was hanging out a pile of washing. This was the time she enjoyed most . Now nine years old  JackieContinue reading “Mick Plumptre – The sausage roll game”

Ian Hicken – Iris, eyes and ayes

Siblings Pauline, Patricia, Pam, Peter and Lance sat in silence around the kitchen table. Peter pulled at his expandable gold coloured watch strap, twanging it gently on his wrist. Lance kept his gaze firmly on the dripping tap as it plopped endlessly into a cup of ever weakening cold tea left in the sink. PamContinue reading “Ian Hicken – Iris, eyes and ayes”