Revenge. Respect. Regret.
Sometimes doing the ‘right’ thing brings out the wrong in people.
I Died Yesterday – An evening with an old friend becomes a morning after that lasts for ever.
Chopper – A young man’s pursuit of his dream unearths a nightmare.
A View – Some noises are best left uninvestigated.
A Decision at Dusk – If you could bring someone back from the dead, would you use the power to help or hurt?
Sunflower – When the establishment fights back, they break more than the rules.
These stories are not happy, but they leave their mark. Some are set in our world; some are set in an alternate world (that of the Lords of Misrule series). This anthology combines dark humour, psychological terror, horror, and a splash of brightly coloured gore. It packs an emotional punch made even more harrowing by the paper-thin divide between reality and fiction.
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An extract from I Died Yesterday
By Andy Graham
I died yesterday.
My heart is still beating. My lungs work. I can think through the throbbing in my skull, but I’m dead.
I’d been out celebrating with a friend. My son, all 103 centimetres of him, had finished school, and was packing for a summer camp.
“No big deal,” you may say.
“Big deal,” I might respond.
For an intensely shy kid (takes after his old man) to go away from home and camp for two weeks in a forest with a bunch of strangers is a very big deal. I don’t know many adults who would do this voluntarily, and adults are supposed to be the emotionally mature ones.
“It’s common knowledge,” I’d said to my friend, “that a lot of the expectations adults force on children are a result of their own issues.”
He’d nodded and ordered another drink. The corners of his mouth twitched as I held court.
“My own take is that many adults have forgotten what it’s like to be a child in a world that doesn’t make sense, not even to grown ups.”
My sniggering bachelor friend had rolled his eyes and slurred, “Most grown-ups call grown-ups adults.”
He didn’t get it. Non-parents don’t. I’m intensely proud of my Tim, always have been. I’m full of the pride for my children that only parents understand. A pride many of the childless mock. It’s a pride that every parent should have.
So, no, it wasn’t just a camping trip, my son going away was a very big deal.
Except he’s not going anywhere.
He’s dead.
He was killed by a drunk driver outside our home.
That’s when I died.
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