This week’s Short Story Sunday
The photograph was fake. Perry could prove it. He had the original files, the editing layers and a confession from the man who made it. But hidden inside the hoax was something nobody had added – A face watching from an upstairs window of an abandoned children’s home…
Category: Short Story Sunday
Old Magic – Simon Axford
Short Story Sunday presents Old Magic by Simon Axford – a story set in the universe of his new novel – ‘I Know How This Goes’
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The Woman Who Came Back – Simon Axford
Ellie returns home to find a stranger in her kitchen and a perfectly good cup chipped. Unfortunately for him, Ellie has survived considerably worse things than an unexpected houseguest…
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A Matter of Statistics – Kirst D’Raven
Dr Carrie Dale has spent years uncovering the truth behind unexplained deaths. But when a week of increasingly bizarre fatalities lands on her mortuary table, coincidence begins to feel like conspiracy. As the bodies pile up, Carrie finds herself chasing an impossible pattern – and wondering whether Death itself has developed a very dark sense of humour. A macabre, witty tale where statistics, fate and forensic science collide.
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The Puppy Nobody Claimed – Kirst D’Raven
Short Story Sunday
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The Last Sheaf – Simon Axford
This week’s short story on Sunday tells the tale of a fully trained agricultural contractor, who quickly finds out that the ‘old ways’ can sometimes be the right way too.
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The Tide Between The Stars – Kirst D’Raven
On a calm night, fisherman Joe Lyche heads out alone expecting nothing more than silence, stars and a decent catch.
What follows is an encounter that leaves Joe questioning everything he knows about the sea…
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The Last Witness. – Kirst D’Raven
Short Story Sunday
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The Widows Garden – Kirst D’Raven
Short Story Sunday! The Widows Garden
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The Fourth Keeper – Kirst D’Raven
It’s Short Story Sunday!
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The Linesman – Kirst D’Raven
There are places in Britain where the past never truly leaves. Old churches. Quiet stations. Lonely roads across the moors. And, sometimes… football grounds…
