S02E04 The Wine Cellar

Wed, 20 Sep 2023 07:12:20 GMT

The Wine Cellar by Newton Webb

Horror Short Story

A new life awaits the happy couple. But freedom comes with deadly consequences.

18th March, 1998, Yorkshire

Peter Baker looked out at the crowd of people gathered around his front door, smiling and waving as he and Hattie prepared to relocate to Cornwall.

His friend Martin offered him a beer.

“Absolutely not, with his blood pressure? Peter will have a lemonade,” Hattie said, sternly waiting until Martin had retracted the offer.

“Come now, Hattie, don’t harp on,” Peter said in a long-suffering tone.

“If I didn’t give him his tablets every day he would be dead within the week. He has the memory of a goldfish.”

“You are still harping on, dear.”

“It is only because I worry about you, you silly old goat.” Hattie reached down and grabbed an oatcake with a miniscule piece of cheddar on it, grown sweaty from the sun. “Here, have one of these as a treat.” She patted him on the hand with a beneficent smile.

Peter looked at it with disdain and turned away from her to talk to their guests instead. “It’s so wonderful to see everyone here,” he said, stepping out onto the porch and reaching out to shake hands with some of the well-wishers. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to say a proper goodbye to all of you, but we’ll definitely be thinking of you while we’re away.”

Hattie, who had been standing behind Peter, embraced each of their friends in turn, hugging them tightly and bestowing kisses on their cheeks.

“You’ll be sure to send us postcards when you arrive, won’t you?” one friend asked, clutching at Hattie’s hand.

“Of course we will,” said Hattie, smiling. “You know us. We always keep in touch.”

“And please don’t worry about the house. I’ve been planning on renting it out for a very long time,” added Peter. 

“Almost as long as he’s been promising to finish the wine cellar,” Hattie quipped.

Gritting his teeth, Peter continued. “I’m sure the management company will care for the home just as much as we did.”

“Better in fact. They might actually do some maintenance,” Hattie added, rolling her eyes to the laughter of their friends.

After a few more hugs and goodbyes, the celebration ended and the guests departed.

“Well then, time to load the car,” Hattie said. “I’ve made us a box of salad sandwiches for the trip and packed some bottles of water.”

“Before we go, my dear,” Peter said. “I have something to show you. My secret project.”

“You don’t mean to say you actually finished the wine cellar?” Hattie looked at him with concern. “In your condition? You silly goose.”

“Now, now, don’t harp on,” Peter said, trying not to grit his teeth. “It was all worth it in the end.”

“You are lucky your heart didn’t give out. Or your back.” Peter led Hattie into the house and down into the basement. The vinyl plank flooring had been rolled up and a large rectangular hole had been dug.

“Well, you're in no danger of a heart attack from that tiddler. What do you hope to—”

CRACK.

“I said, ‘Don’t harp on,’ you insufferable b***h!” Peter watched as her unconscious form fell into the makeshift grave, pent up hatred flowing through his veins as his breathing turned ragged from released emotion. Once he had calmed himself, he pulled on a facemask and gave himself over to the most important part of his plan. He emptied a few buckets of lye over the body, shovelled the soil back into the hole, levelled it, added a thick layer of sand, then topped the whole thing with paving slabs. Finally, he covered the basement floor with vinyl planking. He took a step back and admired his work. “A perfect job. Go on. Now tell me I never finish a project.”

The room was silent.

“Exactly.” He strode upstairs, two steps at a time and went to the fridge, helping himself to his first beer of the year. Taking a serious pull at this long denied treat, he raised the glass. “Good riddance!”

Peter finally made his way down the path, climbed into their car and waved with a smug grin. He took one last look at his wife’s final resting place and drove off. 

He was filled with excitement as he started his long journey, looking forward to all the adventures that awaited him in Cornwall. A change of scene was desperately needed and Cornwall would be a welcome break from the smokestacks of the North. It promised to be utterly different from any of his previous homes, his wife’s choice really, and all of them had been in Yorkshire.

After many hours of uninterrupted driving, Peter reached the gateway to Cornwall. He feasted on the view as he crossed the Saltash bridge over the wide estuary. He felt himself to be arriving in another world. The sun shone as he drove through the winding Cornish lanes, each turn giving him a different glimpse of the lush countryside. It had been years since he had taken any time off for himself, and the freedom felt overwhelming in the best possible way.

As he continued his journey , he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. This was exactly where he needed to be - a place where he could enjoy his newfound freedom and explore this enchanting land on his own terms. For the first time in years, he felt as though everything was finally falling into place.

It had been a gruelling drive from Yorkshire to Cornwall. He had stopped off twice for a coffee. One of those times he had enjoyed the luxury of a burger and chips. Freedom was utterly intoxicating. He could hear Hattie's nagging tones in the back of his head but now, ignoring them gave him a perverse pleasure greater than the sweetest wine. By the time he eventually arrived at the quaint country cottage he was renting, he was grinning from ear to ear. He jumped out of the car and began a quick investigation of his new home. 

The furniture was due to arrive the next day. In the meantime, he would be camping out at his new workplace. He brought in the few basic necessities he had brought with him and threw away the salad sandwiches with a sneer.

He had a speedy shower and headed out to meet his new boss. As he pulled into the hotel car park, he noticed a trailhead for the ocean leading up the hill behind the property. He couldn't imagine a more perfect place for a hotel, and base for the start of his new life.

Peter climbed out of his car and made his way round the back of the hotel to the kitchen entrance. A tall man with curly black hair and an equally friendly smile greeted him.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Peter, the new head chef."

"Hello Peter, I'm Lawrence, manager of this fine establishment. Welcome!"

The two men shook hands before hustling around the kitchen, laughing and chatting about the challenges of cooking for a large staff. Peter felt at ease, as if he already knew everybody here. He was given a room key so that he could crash for one night gratis while he was waiting for the removal van to bring his furniture down from Yorkshire.

 After he had unpacked his few personal belongings in his hotel room, he went straight back to the kitchen and set to work prepping the ingredients for the evening's meal. He was surprised to see a steady stream of guests coming in and out of the kitchen.

At one point, he looked up and felt his breath catch in his throat. Standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

As Peter took in her striking features - her vivacious grin, her long auburn hair and her almond-shaped eyes which seemed to bore straight into his, he became aware that there was something about her that made him forget about everyone else in the room.

He couldn't resist it - he walked up to the woman and asked for her number. She looked at him and laughed. It was then that he realised she thought he was just being a humorous old man.

Never mind. He had done the deed. He'd killed the old bat and after thirty-five years, he had got his life back. The thought of sharing his new life with her relentless nagging had been driving him insane. A new job in a new location and a new house. In fact, a whole new life.

No, it’s much better this way. She's at peace and I… I'm more relaxed than I’ve been in years! I’ve done us both a favour.

The world was his oyster again.

When he had finished his beer, he capped it off with a scotch as a nightcap. Swirling the amber fluid round. He watched the tears drip down the glass. They were the only tears he’d be seeing in the foreseeable future.

Feeling utterly content, he made his way up to bed for an evening of cheap KFC and trashy TV. It was everything he hadn’t been able to do for years.

Peter awoke early, feeling more refreshed than he had done for a long time. The sun was shining in through the window. It was a welcome change from the grey he had grown accustomed to in his Yorkshire city life. He stretched lazily in bed before getting up and checking his phone. The furniture was due to arrive at lunchtime. He took a leisurely shower and dressed before heading out to his car for the short drive to his new home. Traffic was light as Peter drove between the steep banks of the winding Cornish lanes. The sun beat down through the car windows. He kept turning the radio on and off before finally settling on a classic rock station. Hattie had never liked his taste in music. He had spent years repressing his true self, letting Hattie push him down and keeping him in check. With a grin, he turned up the music and relaxed.

The day ran smoothly. After directing the furniture to its destination and unpacking the few boxes he actually cared about, he set out for the trailhead. He couldn't wait to explore the rest of this beautiful countryside. The cool wind whipped around him as he cried out in exhilaration. He was free! His adventure had only just begun and he looked forward to every moment of it. When he reached the top of the trailhead he sat down to take in the view, feeling as if someone had lifted a huge weight from his shoulders.

25th March, 1998, Cornwall

Peter returned from a hard day at work, humming a little ditty to himself. He picked up the mail as he sauntered into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a beer and looked around for a bottle opener. Finding one, he popped the cap and then used it to open the first of the letters. A redirected letter from his old address. He raised an eyebrow as he opened it curiously. 

It was an invoice from a construction company. Along with it was a gift card. His eyes slowly widened as he read it. 

'Darling Peter, 

Happy 40th anniversary. I know you've been so excited about your new wine cellar and given that our 40th is meant to be celebrated with ruby, like red wine, I've hired a group of contractors to finish the job for you.'

Peter clutched at his heart. Shooting pains ran through his chest. The date was set for this morning. Outside, he heard sirens as he collapsed against the fridge and slumped to the floor.

Oh, curse you. You interfering b***h.

His vision blotted.

Why couldn’t you leave well alone?

S02E03 The Enigmatic Skeleton

Wed, 30 Aug 2023 07:00:00 GMT

Dark Horror Flash Fiction

The contents of an Anglo-Saxon museum incur an investigation with deadly consequences.

Museum curator Jarvis Collins stood at the front of the room, beaming with pride as he surveyed his assembled guests.

“Welcome to my collection of Anglo-Saxon antiquities and skeletons,” he said, gesturing broadly at the array of items on display. “We dedicate this room to the era when England was under the control of Germanic invaders. They ruled the country for several centuries. These relics are a beautiful testament to that bygone age.”

The guests, gathered in the room, gazed at the artefacts in rapt silence, marvelling at the intricate details of the weaponry, jewellery, and other objects.

“Look closely at this sword, or seax, as they were called,” Jarvis continued, pointing to a particularly elaborate-looking blade. “It was probably forged by a skilled artisan, and it would have been passed down from generation to generation in the hands of an elite warrior, or huscarl. It would have been a symbol of power and status, as well as a tool for combat.”

The guests continued to listen attentively as Jarvis moved to a group of ornate necklaces.

“And here we see some beautiful examples of Anglo-Saxon jewellery,” he said. “High-status women undoubtedly wore these pieces, using them to highlight their wealth and status. The Anglo-Saxons were famed for their metalwork, their intricate designs and fine craftsmanship. These prized artefacts are truly a sight to behold.”

As Jarvis spoke, the guests continued to gaze in awe at the relics before them. The richness and diversity of the collection was truly astounding, and it was clear that Jarvis had spent countless hours curating it.

“Thank you all for coming,” Jarvis said finally, as he brought the tour to a close. “I hope you’ve enjoyed this glimpse into the world of Anglo-Saxon England, and I hope you’ll return soon to see more of my collection.”

Jarvis turned to go, but he quickly stopped as a man approached him.

“Excuse me, I wonder if you could help me?” the man asked. “My name is Quentin Blythe.”

Jarvis smiled. “I will see what I can do, Quentin. How may I help?”

“I’m a professor from King’s College and I am rather interested in your collection of skeletons.” Quentin walked among them. “I would really like the opportunity to perform a DNA test on them.”

Jarvis nodded. “That’s certainly possible,” he said. “I’ll need to take your contact information and get back to you. Can you give me your telephone number?”

Quentin nodded and gave Jarvis his contact information.

“I’ll call my boss now,” Jarvis said. “In the meantime, please explore the rest of the museum.”

The man thanked Jarvis and wandered off to examine the other artefacts in the room.

Jarvis returned to find Quentin examining one of the skeletons in its glass display case. “Ah yes, that is the skeleton of what we assume to be an ancient warrior. You can see from his skull that he died from blunt force trauma.”

“What a startling observation.” Quentin walked around the display case, peering at it from all angles. “You are clearly an expert in your field. Are you an osteobiographer?”

“An amateur at best,” Jarvis said, bowing his head obsequiously.

“And are you familiar with the external occipital protuberance?” Quentin turned to face Jarvis, who was smiling even wider, his eyes glittering.

“I believe the modern vernacular would refer to it as ‘text neck’,” Jarvis reached into his pocket. “Tell me, how did you learn about osteobiography?”

Quentin adjusted his glasses. “Oh, I studied—”

“Not at King’s College.” Jarvis pulled an ancient iron blade from his pocket. “I just phoned them and they don’t have the foggiest notion who Quentin Blythe is.”

Quentin lunged forwards, knocking the ceremonial dagger to one side and cracking his fist into Jarvis’s chin. Jarvis fell to the floor, kicking out, his leather shoe smashing into Quentin’s knee. As Quentin fell, Jarvis rolled on top of him, stabbing repeatedly with his knife. Jarvis punctured Quentin’s lungs, blood frothed from his lips. He mouthed something, the only sound a last desperate gurgle.

“Sorry, I can’t make that out,” Jarvis said, gasping for breath as he continued to stab Quentin’s body. He stopped as Quentin’s struggling ceased. “I’m afraid you won’t be getting your DNA test. Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.” He smirked at the corpse of the interloper. “And I certainly don’t want anyone examining my collection that closely.”

Jarvis paused as the guests looked around at the exhibits. This group was particularly interested in the variety of skeletons, including several complete human remains laid out in neat rows behind glass displays. “I’m pleased to say that all of these paleoanthropological specimens are in excellent condition, having been preserved by peat bogs. They are exceedingly rare and are great examples of what life was like hundreds of years ago.”

One guest, a tall, rather rotund, bearded man, approached Jarvis and quietly asked. “Is there somewhere more private we can talk?”

“Of course,” Jarvis said. “Follow me to my office.”

Jarvis led the guest to a small side room, where he gestured for them to take a seat in front of his desk. “Please, how may I assist?” Jarvis said, smiling.

The man pulled out his badge. “DCI Farthing. That’s a nasty bruise you have there. Not caused by anything too tragic, I hope?”

“Not even anything as exciting as an SRI,” Jarvis said. When DCI Farthing gave him a quizzical look, he elaborated, “A sherry related incident. No, sadly, I was going to the ‘gentleman’s’ last night, in my home. The lights were off and I tripped on the top step.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” DCI Farthing said, pulling out his notebook. “I’m investigating the disappearance of a private investigator. His diary said he had an appointment here three days ago.”

Jarvis beamed at him. “Well, I hope he enjoyed his tour. We have some magnificent exhibits, including a rather fine new one. We believe him to have died in battle. Marks on its ribs indicate someone stabbed him repeatedly with a small-bladed object, possibly a dagger.” He motioned to the door. “Perhaps you would enjoy a closer look at it?”

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S02E02 12 Minutes

Wed, 16 Aug 2023 07:00:00 GMT

A Dark Horror Short Story

A text message arrives, triggering a terrifying countdown.

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S02E01 The Black Widow

Wed, 19 Jul 2023 07:00:00 GMT

A Dark Horror Short StoryLove and suspicion make dangerous bedfellows.Dining in an exquisite French bistro in Soho, Susan and Gerry's romantic date night unravels into an unexpected, heart-stopping climax.

S01E33 The Ghouls of Bangalore

Wed, 26 Oct 2022 07:00:00 GMT

Support the show

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S01E32 Welcome to Paradise

Wed, 19 Oct 2022 07:00:00 GMT

A Supernatural Horror Short Story

Paradise isn't all it's cracked up to be.

David awoke to find himself in Paradise. A beautiful mansion, a friendly angelic guide, and all the food and drink he could ask for.

Soon, he'll discover the truth with soul-destroying consequences.

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S01E31 The Two Leg Brother

Wed, 12 Oct 2022 07:00:00 GMT

An Adventurous Horror Short Story

Hunted and alone, in his darkest hour, Greyhair finds a new packmate.

Adversity forges friendship, with Greyhair finding it in the place that he expected it the least.

But old enemies return and Greyhair must face the ultimate sacrifice to save his pack.

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S01E30 The Diadem of Kings

Wed, 05 Oct 2022 07:00:00 GMT

A Mysterious Horror Short Story

Deep in the Amazon jungle. Death stalks the Spanish conquistadores.

José lost everything back in Spain. Now he has a change to win it back by looting the infamous ruins of South America. But the fabled treasures have guardians, and they hunger for the invaders' blood.

S01E29 Rock Bottom

Tue, 27 Sep 2022 23:00:00 GMT

A Perilous Horror Short Story

Fear awaits in the mountains of Nepal.

When driving an autorick through the mountains of Nepal turns to disaster. Wilbur and Francis come face to face with primal adversity.

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S01E28 Terror From The Trash

Wed, 21 Sep 2022 07:00:00 GMT

A Cryptid Horror Short Story

Intrepid wildlife presenter Gerald Patterson just wanted a recognition, but no, instead he had to uncover a perilous monster from the depths.

Is he destined to get his prized BAFTA? Or is he about to become lunch?

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S01E27 The Sinful Child

Wed, 14 Sep 2022 07:00:00 GMT

A Ghoulish Horror Short Story

Amelia wakes up confused. She is tied up in the basement with a splitting headache and no memory of how she got there. Her last memory is drinking with friends, then watching YouTube in bed.

Now, she can hear the heavy footsteps of her father as he descends. Coldly, he promises to fix her.

What does he mean? Where are her mother or her brother?

When she discovers the truth, will it save her or break her?

S01E26 The Wrong Crowd

Wed, 07 Sep 2022 07:00:00 GMT

A series of errors could prove fatal for Tim.

The hapless romantic waits outside his girlfriend's office, intending to apologise, but instead, he'll find himself drawn into an ever more deadly adventure.

Falling in with the wrong crowd can be murder.

S01E25 The Platinum Service

Wed, 31 Aug 2022 07:00:00 GMT

When you are on top of the world, everything comes to you: alcohol, women, vice and... power.

Oliver has an opportunity to provide for his family.

But as a naïve new starter at Dragon Insurance, he will face every temptation on the road to fiscal security.

Soon, he won't just be risking his life, he'll be risking his very sanity.

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S01E24 The Tattoo

Wed, 24 Aug 2022 07:00:00 GMT

Featuring an grown up Elsie from Festival of the Damned.

As it approaches midnight, a lorry driver picks up a stranded hitchhiker on a long lonely stretch of road.

Spinning each other tales to pass the time, they soon realise that neither of them is who they claim to be... with deadly consequences.

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S01E23 The Illusive Passenger by Newton Webb

Wed, 17 Aug 2022 07:00:00 GMT

The Illusive Passenger is a haunting paranormal horror short story in Newton's Macabre Tales.

The Merry Mole is on the return trip from Raven’s Folly, but the dark depths of outer space aren't the only mystery facing him.

Henry is about to have his preconceptions challenged as uncovered an enigma with cosmic, terrifying consequences.

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S01E22 The Heir Apparent by Newton Webb

Wed, 03 Aug 2022 07:00:00 GMT

The Heir Apparent is a brutal new horror novella in Newton's Macabre Tales.

The family farm was all that Keith had ever known. Now, the banks are closing in. 

To save his family, he heads into the city. If he can find work with his cousins, then he can stave off foreclosure.

But the city is the home of wolves, of predators.

Keith will need to adapt fast, or he might just lose his head...

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S01E21 The Black Fog by Newton Webb

Wed, 27 Jul 2022 07:00:00 GMT

The Black Fog is a terrifying new cosmic horror short story in Newton's Macabre Tales.

1958, Grimsdyke. A sleepy seaside town that is stagnant and dying. The residents go about their dull, insignificant lives, unaware that the black fog is coming.

Now, they face a new threat. Something is hiding in the fog, and it hungers for their souls.

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S01E20 Hunted by Newton Webb

Wed, 20 Jul 2022 07:00:00 GMT

Two lost souls connect under the emerald green canopy of Sherwood Forest.

Hunted by the sheriff's men, together, they will find the strength to achieve the impossible.

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S01E19 Festival of the Damned, Complete

Tue, 12 Jul 2022 21:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E18 Festival of the Damned, Part Twelve

Tue, 05 Jul 2022 23:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E17 Festival of the Damned, Part Eleven

Thu, 30 Jun 2022 13:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E16 Festival of the Damned, Part Ten

Tue, 21 Jun 2022 23:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E15 Festival of the Damned, Part Nine

Tue, 14 Jun 2022 23:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E14 Festival of the Damned, Part Eight

Wed, 08 Jun 2022 05:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E13 Festival of the Damned, Part Seven

Tue, 31 May 2022 23:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E12 Festival of the Damned, Part Six

Wed, 25 May 2022 07:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E11 Festival of the Damned, Part Five

Wed, 18 May 2022 07:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E10 Festival of the Damned, Part Four

Wed, 11 May 2022 07:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E09 Festival of the Damned, Part Three

Wed, 04 May 2022 07:00:00 GMT

S01E08 Festival of the Damned, Part Two

Tue, 26 Apr 2022 23:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E07 Festival of the Damned, Part One

Wed, 20 Apr 2022 07:00:00 GMT

There is something sinister in the woods tonight.

Four troubled teenagers find themselves a job at a village fête.

But the beautiful village of Huddersford is not all that it seems. Behind every benevolent smile, every cheery wave and every welcoming gesture lies a dark and terrifying secret.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/festival-of-the-damned-by-newton-webb

S01E06 The Tokoloshe

Wed, 13 Apr 2022 07:00:00 GMT

A deal with the devil gives Wikus everything he could ever want.

Cut out from his family's inheritance, Wikus turns to dark forces to ascend to the lifestyle his ambitions have always driven him towards.

But what will it cost him?

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/the-tokoloshe-by-newton-webb 

S01E05 Don't Get Technatal by Ray Bradbury (as Ron Reynolds)

Wed, 06 Apr 2022 07:00:00 GMT

Written by Ray Bradbury under the pseudonym of Ron Reynolds as part of his self published magazine Futuria Fantasia. Narrated by Newton Webb.

Ray was only nineteen when he wrote this piece in 1939.

For the full text, please visit Project Gutenberg at https://www.gutenberg.org/files/41622/41622-h/41622-h.htm

S01E04 April 1st Edition: The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage by Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm

Fri, 01 Apr 2022 07:00:00 GMT

Written by Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm. Narrated by Newton Webb. 

This week, to celebrate the first of April, Edwin Kruglov was allowed to edit the audio.

For the full text, please visit Project Gutenberg at https://www.gutenberg.org/files/2591/2591-h/2591-h.htm

S01E03 The Black Box by Newton Webb

Wed, 30 Mar 2022 07:00:00 GMT

Jack wakes to find his reality has completely changed.

What do you do when you wake up to a new world?

Jack must learn to adapt to his new reality and fast if he is to avoid being destroyed by it.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/the-black-box-by-newton-webb

S01E02 Should Get A Dog by Newton Webb

Tue, 22 Mar 2022 12:00:00 GMT

A dog can fix most things, but not everything.

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/should-get-a-dog 

A 200 word piece of flash fiction.

S01E01 The Hastings Harvest by Newton Webb

Tue, 22 Mar 2022 10:00:00 GMT

How long can you remain human when the world rejects you?

Her family has been disowned and exiled with only the few items they can carry.

She has her bible, her journal and her writing roll.

With no house, no money and no prospects, she is fated to die... or is she?

For the full text, please visit Newton Webb's website at https://www.newtonwebb.com/

https://www.newtonwebb.com/post/the-hastings-harvest-by-newton-webb