Featured Stories of the Week
A continuous traffic jam, big furious men hunched over their steering wheels, pounding the horns of tiny decrepit cars. At times the air is rancid with exhaust.
A carefully constructed sandy beach in an ancient arched cellar, where pale hipsters in cheap imitation Ray Bans drank warm vodka shots from plastic cups.N. J. Whitey
It was the middle of winter and I had the good fortune of being on guard duty which involved keeping an eye on the M113 troop carriers and the perimeter of the compound. It was all calm until I started hearing someone around where our security shed was situated.Chris Simmons
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 cAminta Miller
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.