A tale from Magpie Stories, what would happen if you found a book and helped to tell its story? The Second part of In the Flesh
Three stories, each 250 words, each (at least a little) unsettling. I hope you have a… pleasant time reading.
In these stories I have tried something new. Each is exactly two hundred and fifty words. For some not more than a paragraph. Two hundred and fifty words to create three (maybe) unrelated tales that are designed to unsettle you my dear audience.
Who can tell what is really going on in this mad world? It is all a matter of perspective.
No one likes interviews, feeling uncomfortable and stuffy, this place, this feeling. Isaac knows nothing is wrong. I mean nothing is wrong with this place… right?
The opening of my novel (a work in progress). Surely for James, nothing could be safer than being at his Grandma’s house?
Tom is at the funeral of his cousin, he knows something about Edward’s death. Something he cannot face.
A short story from the small mining town of Hucknall, a town with a secret, a town who needs to bury its secrets.
An officer realises what the true horrors of the trenches can be. His last moments one that will ring out for all time. Evil is real, it just does not care.
The opening from my work in progress. James is spending time with his Grandma. Surely the safest place he could find himself.