Liars' League

Foul by Jack Fox

June 2010 - Fowl

Read by Paul Clarke

 

It was after six months that I noticed the change.

It wasn’t anything in particular; but now that the excitement of the wedding was over I found things irritated me that hadn’t before.  The way she licked her fingers before turning a page, for example, or the little sigh she gave when sitting down.  And, increasingly, her clothes.  She had once made an effort; now, she hulked on the sofa at night in baggy grey tracksuit bottoms, the label of her underwear creeping up her back.  The television flickered soundlessly in the background as she leaved through Grazia, clucking occasionally in disapproval at the fashion pages.

 

Hollow Man by Rebecca J Payne

June 2010 - Hollow Man

Read by Ben Crystal

 

I'm the first to admit that I'm not always immaculately turned out. A little bedhead some days, a little unshaven perhaps. You know that. You've seen me around. But first impressions count, so I'd hate for you to get the wrong idea, sweetheart. This skin I'm walking around in ain't all there is to me.

 

On the Catching and Cooking of Magical Folk by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

 On the Catching & Cooking of Magical Folk

Read by Rob Witcomb

From the pantry notebooks of W E Stream: extra-naturalist 1896-1949

Our ancestors, to be sure, had a full range of magical folk to hunt. Alas, due to the encroachments of industry and the manufacture of cheap potted meats, the time hallowed pursuit of edible magical folk – the tasty wee folk, as some would quaintly call them – has met a double end.

Fewer and fewer people depend on the fresh catch of magical folk for their protein, and less and less magic exists today in our woods. Indeed, fewer and fewer woods exist. But! There is no true need to despair, for the traditional hunt continues very well with the four main types of magical folk we have left in our copses and hedges. It is with these that my pantry notes are concerned.

 

Old by Sammy Wright

June 2010 - Old

Read by David Mildon

 

Four minutes. Not bad.

Billy stepped back to his favoured spot behind the bin. He plunged his hands in his pockets. It was by far the best way of dealing with wearing a blazer, but you had to make sure the blazer bunched forward and was tight around your back, otherwise it stuck out behind and revealed your belly at the front and made you look stupid.