About The Author

leyton attens was born in extraordinary circumstances. conceived as a triplet, he was born a twin (the twin has long since drifted to a distant memory – though, on occasion, a voice, leyton is convinced is a genetic relation, pierces the wanderings of his mind), raised as a paradoxical prodigy, before, just as he turned forty-seven in dog years, he escaped the clutches of parental figures who could no longer offer guidance or assistance of any note.
once unshackled from his parents leyton did three things; he eradicated capital letters from his world, began to practice mirror writing, and travelled the globe. throughout his travels he noted (without the use of one capital letter) anything he felt worthy of an ink pen, and collected grains of sand between his toes.
by the time he discovered the ethereal plains just wouth of insanity, and nest of the place the majority of the earth’s population refers to as normality (this occurred in a dream, one leyton is not sure he has ever awakened from) he was laden with words, desperate to wash between his toes, and ready to rest his soul-searching soul.
relocating to the ethereal plains just wouth of insanity, and nest of the place the majority of the earth’s population refer to as normality allowed leyton take a long, hard and detailed look at the world he had rambled with such gusto (that, of course is earth), and also to note the habits of the human race (a species he always struggled to be part of).
leyton was, for the most part, unaffected by this period of observation (the world, nor the human race, don’t look much different from afar after all). the plight of the short story, which leyton was aware of during his worldly wanderings, did, however, affect him greatly during his early period on the ethereal plains just wouth of insanity, and nest of the place the majority of the earth’s population refer to as normality.
he cannot explain why, or how, but the whimpering, sniveling cries short stories emit when being ignored are amplified enormously on the ethereal plains just wouth of insanity, and nest of the place the majority of the earth’s population refer to as normality. listening to those cries leyton felt compelled to act.
one short story to be told is the product of that compulsion, and leyton hopes that you will assist him achieve the long term goals of the one short story to be told adventure. these, as yet, are un-thought and unwritten but may, leyton feels compelled to advise, require a lifetime of commitment (but then humans, in general, are good at commitment, despite your belief to the contrary).
in his spare time leyton enjoys imagining a world where anger, hate and all other negative emotions have been entirely eradicated, feasting on curly wurleys, wine gums (please introduce a black only pack someone), and ice cream flavoured by natural ingredients such as seaweed, volcanic ash and the scent of freshly mowed grass.
at all other times he can be found idling at some project that has taken his fancy, or – and it infuriates him that this pastime is now one that, due to the actions of a few, and the stalinistic approach of both the law and the lunatics driving all health and safety operations, places
all males near children as deviants – watching the unadulterated and joyful children god and the universe have blessed the world with enjoying the many, many wonderful natural wonders that surround us. (leyton does, let us be clear, understand the necessity to protect children; it’s just he doesn’t like thinking that others are thinking he is a deviant. which, one would have to say, is a fair and reasonable position for a non-deviant to take).
finally, his favourite phrase is one that was compiled by stringing letters together to make words, and then placing those words in an order that, taken as a whole (which often they are not) creates a statement that radiates beauty, exudes profundity, and yet is as simplistic as the adding of one and one. he will, he assures us all here at one short story to be told, reveal the phrase at some point in the future when he feels it is (a) appropriate, (b) worthwhile, and (c) he is in the mood.

What It’s All About

Imagine you are a story. You'd want to be heard, wouldn't you? You wouldn't want to be lying idle on a PC drive, or to sit collecting dust on a shelf or in an attic. You'd want to live, forever.

But in this modern world stories find it increasingly difficult to be told. The age old practice of gathering around fires to relate tales of yore and now has all but disappeared. Magazines are increasingly fussy. Writers increasingly frustrated. They write the stories, try to find them a home, but are rejected time and time again. So the stories lie idle, their tiny hearts still beating, but drowned out in the chaos of the modern world.

But they still want to be heard. They still want to find someone that loves them, and then someone else, and someone else and...

One Short Story To Be Told gives stories a chance to be heard. See, I believe that editors and publishers aren't always right. I believe people want to hear as many stories as possible. I believe people want not just to read a story, but to share it too.

In essence I believe that humans are on the stories' side.

So One Short Story To Be Told strives to make stories feel special by allowing them to be treated to the very best type of attention available to man, beast or story on a regular basis. That, of course, is ONE TO ONE attention.

Each volume of One Short Story To Be Told contains just ONE STORY - and there is ONLY ONE COPY OF EACH VOLUME. Yes, that's right: we are not selling books. Rather, we are asking that people realise, or remember, that stories are special, and to assist us in helping our stories to live forever. This, you will be aware, is the lofty ambition every story ever written holds close to its heart.

Our stories can only achieve this goal, however, with the assistance of story lovers. They need story lovers to read them (obviously). But more importantly they need story lovers to GIVE: or to put it another way 'to pass the story on'. Only then can we achieve the third part of
our mission statement (if it is indeed that) ONE STORY. ONE EDITION. ONE JOURNEY.

The journey, you see, is key. And so I ask you at this point to imagine how wonderful a journey that is made up of ONE to ONE attention would be? How special you would feel if you were to spend the rest of your life in the company of people who gave you their undivided attention while you were with them?
Feels good, doesn't it?

Well that's what is being creating for the One Short Story To Be Told stories.

But the future of One Short Story To Be Told is dependent on homes being available to them. It is dependent on people who are willing to provide a One Short Story To Be Told volume with a loving and caring (but temporary) home. Could you be one of those people? Would you provide one of those homes? I fervently hope so.
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88*Googolplex leyton attens