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There are many lit-minded apps and podcasts these days to help us with our seemingly unquenchable thirst to carry all manner of media with us wherever we go. Few of these outlets are as steadfast in their desire to have you only connect via portable device as CellStories. This story-a-day page can only be read on your iPhone, iTouch or similar carry-along cellular doohickeys. Take a look inside for their whys and hows.

Ingredients
* 1 incomplete childhood. Abandonment from birth preferred but in a pinch a tragic bus/train/car accident during formative years is a reasonable substitute.
* 4 medium-sized memories of the taste of other kids’ school lunches, peculiar sandwiches appearing for a week a year and then gone without a trace. Each taste varying inexplicably, as though house-smells [...]

It was cold outside. Very very cold. It was in fact one of those nights when the sky stretches up up up to eternity and the stars blink coldly down. There was no moon. Throughout the house the night cold pushed bitter fingers through each window as I walked past. Our two wood stoves pushed [...]

by Kirsty Logan
When I was four years old, my father sat next to my bed and read ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ aloud to me as I fell asleep. His voice got deeper and quieter as he drifted off, the poem so familiar he didn’t need to refer to the book in his [...]

by K. Bannerman
I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t love her.
Our ugly moist fumbling was never going to be anything remotely resembling love. Love doesn’t have an agenda; it isn’t an act of resistance. Love doesn’t smell bad, it doesn’t make your back ache, it doesn’t make you wish you were somewhere warm and [...]