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A Christmas Carol: A Ghost Story (REVIEW)

Below is a review from 2021, originally posted here . --- "A Christmas Carol: A Ghost Story" Adapted by Mark Gatiss An accountancy and appreciation of events Written by Aaron Burley As if it was meant to be, when the car that my family was driving down the motorway, heading towards Nottingham, there above our heads was the full moon. Shining brightly amongst the nocturnal sky, like a glowing blot of white paint amongst a sea of deep black tar. Clouds shifting and circling, the wind whistled cold, the bats squeaked and the omens of the world cried out in horrific unison as we arrived before the glass doors of the Playhouse to see Mark Gatiss’ (Doctor Who, Dracula, Sherlock) equally terrifying adaptation of A Christmas Carol. I love the book with all my heart. I once wrote a ten-page analysis of the damn thing for my English GCSE, it was ill-received, but still, to this day, I think I was robbed. I won’t be proving it in this “review” however, well, maybe just a little, a Chris...

At Wit's End - By Aaron Burley (22/08/2021)

Audio Version - Enjoy! --- AT WIT'S END Written by Aaron Burley RECOVERING DATA… DATA RECOVERED. ARCHIVAL LABEL: “SIXTEEN BILLION YEAR DIARY” EXTRACT TITLE: AT WIT'S END [[[[[Recovered from a lock-box, eight miles out from the Sisterhood of Karn’s main encampment, written on a sheet of paper, taped to said box, were the words ``Open in three hundred years, please and thank you” - this request was ignored. The box was opened immediately upon discovery, within it lay a telepathically registered account  - those that have low psychic capabilities may refer to the audio version which has been created by the Audileers Initiative. This file should only be used for research purposes of level ninety nine or higher, once you are done with this file, please promptly step into the memory wipe bay to have all undocumented information removed from your cerebral data banks. Please return the file to the nearest senior Archivist of level ninety nine or higher. Thank you very much.]]]]] LOADI...

The Whale's Stomach - By Aaron Burley (27/08/2020)

If you wish to listen to the audio, click here! To read further into its production, click here! This is original version, do tread carefully around the odd spelling mistake that I missed during the editing process, for I'm sure there's always one that slips through the net. ENJOY! ---- The Whale's Stomach Written by Aaron Burley Click. Click. Snap. Snap. These were the sounds, alongside the sudden flashes of light, that Debbie was getting rather tired of. The sounds and sights of over a dozen cameras taking pictures of her face holding various awards and shaking hands with people she sometimes didn’t even know, yet everyone else somehow did. Fame was a very big ocean and she was a very small fish, that was what she would say to herself in order to remain humble but anyone looking from the outside would see Debbie as a very big fish indeed, she was famous, popular and all together a modern day celebrity. Debra McHanon was born on the 18th June 1992, she grew up in Hastings,...

The Staring Contest (Village of the Angels)

"Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And most of all, don't blink. Good Luck."  Tick, tick, tick, tick... The year is 2007, the month is June and the day is Saturday 9th. The blinds are closed and I'm sitting in front of the television, quietly beside my Mum, who is sipping from a mug of tea, my Dad is entering the room with another mug, however, it's filled with coffee and not tea, my Dad doesn't drink tea, or at least he didn't back then, not as far as I can remember. It's starting to get dark, the sun is setting and my Dad, before he takes a seat in front of the television, switches on the small lamp in the corner of the room - it clicks on and fills the room with a soft yellowy glow, my Dad takes his seat just as the BBC continuity announcer finishes up. Then it begins, the light from the television gets darker as it transitions ...