Liars' League

Truth, Music, and NikkiSexKitten by Jason Jackson

Truth Music and NikkiSexKitten MP3

 

Read by Stephen Butterton

 

NikkiSexKitten's new message flashes up on screen. She wants to know who my teenage fantasy was.

So I post back. Blondie, I say. The Divine Debbie. The way she looked at the camera. Her legs. Her lips. This is what I type, grinning. I sip the last of my beer, and I stare at the screen.

 

If you would like to read the rest of this story, please check out London Lies, the Arachne Press anthology in which it, and many other London-based stories from the League archives, appears.

Mrs. Murdoch and Mr. Smith by Peter Higgins

Mrs. Murdoch and Mr. Smith Mp3

Read by Carrie Cohen

It wasn't like Mr. Smith to be late.  Eleven o'clock on the dot: that's when he always came.  She couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been late, before.  Eleven o'clock, on the dot, every Saturday.  Her morning break would begin, and there would be Mr. Smith, with his tea and her coffee and maybe a flapjack or a macaroon or a Belgian bun.  Oh, she looked forward to it so much.  She knew it was ridiculous, but she didn't care.  But today he was late.  And he was never late.  She sat in the Granary Café on the fourth floor of Williamson's, drinking her coffee alone, watching his tea go cold, looking around for him, wondering what was keeping him, trying not to think about what might have happened to him.

If you would like to read the rest of this story, please check out Lovers' Lies, the Arachne Press anthology in which it, and many other sexy and lovable stories from the League archives, appears.

Love is a Frozen God by Josh McDonald

 

Read by Paul Clarke

"Love is a frozen god," he said, and handed her a Subbuteo figure frozen in an ice cube. She took the ice cube between her thumb and forefinger and looked at it.

"No it's not," she said, "it's an ice cube with a Subbuteo figure frozen inside it."

Lovers and Liars by Robin Marsden

Read by Becky Hands-Wicks

When I answer the front door, there are two policemen standing there.

"Your name is Katie…?" asks the taller of the two.

"Katie is actually my middle name," I lie. "My name is Lucy Darrant. What can I do for you?"