Liars' League

Still Life with Shirt and Sheep by Kay Sexton

Still Life with Shirt and Sheep MP3

Read by Sharron Byrne

 

I saw his shirt on a fence post.  Draped.  It was like a film set; misty day, dew on the grass, sound of sheep tearing salty mouthfuls from the estuary plain.  And I was supposed to fall to my knees, clutching the damp shirt, and cry, 'It's his!  Where is he?'

Instead I turned to the Woman Police Officer and said, 'Yes.'

She nods.

I nod.

Forwarde & Back by Toby Smith

 Forward & Back

Read by Jack Fortescue 

"Oh what? Why's it gone and crashed? That's well unfair."

"Did you touch the tape recorder? I bet you knocked the tone knob when you were scrabbling around for that bit of Viscount …"

"I never. And your mum'd definitely've killed me if I'd left a mega chunk of the orange stuff on the floor."

"No she wouldn't. And Gizmo would definitely've eaten it anyway. He'll eat anything. I saw him eating his own poo in the park the other day"

The Museum of the Future by Richard Meredith

Museum of the Future

 

Read by Patsy Prince

I wanted to do one last crazy thing before I settled down and started popping out kids and painting the picket fence, so I thought I'd give the Museum of the Future a try. Space-tourism was kind of last decade, so when some acid casualty told me about the Museum at a loft party that Christmas, it sounded perfect. I thought about it hard for six months, then I kissed my sleeping husband Jack, took a Valium, got in the car and drove to the place the guy had mentioned.

The Invitation by Anna Clair

 

Read by Lisa Rose

 

 She was late. It was, of course, her habit and her privilege to be late, but it had gone half-past three. The tea was already cooling and stewing in the silver pot. He had laid everything out neatly in the sitting room, on the camphorwood chest that served him as a table. He hadn't been able to find the silver-polish so he'd put an old cosy over the pot to hide the tarnish and keep it warm. It wasn't working very well on either count.

My Part in the Collapse of Civilization by Michael Spring

My Part in the Collapse of Civilisation

Read by Camila Fiori

 

It landed on my desk with a zoink, a purposeful little email, explaining why, (because the numbers were tight) my homely little cubicle was about to be re-purposed. My severance package, the mail said, would be discussed with me, at the appropriate time.

All right, I panicked. There was no reason for me to apply bulldog clips to the cabling and short out the computer room, let alone to hold my lighted cigarette under the sprinklers – in a 'no smoking' zone too.

ChronoCrisis 3000 by Andrew Lloyd-Jones

 

ChronoCrisis 3000

Read by Will Goodhand

Commander Richards,

If you are reading this it means that the photonic quantum drive worked, and you made a successful journey to the future. According to our telemetry data and predictions of the revolution of the earth through space, you should have appeared close to this spot, which is where we have left this letter for you.

We are all naturally dead at your point in time, as we were unable to prevent The Device from activating itself in our timeline. However, you should, as we have discussed, be able to gather enough data in the future to enable us to work out a weakness in the Device's programme in the past.