Twisted Tales

By Michael D McAuley

From horror and fantasy writer Michael D McAuley, author of the adult action horror series Assassin Games ( A Monster's Mentor, Creative Vengeance, Angel of Death ), comes four short stories of grotesque horror.

In Sick Boy we delve into the mind of Jonathan a thief with a dark twisted path, while in A Light in the Dark we have classic chills and spills down a dark country rolled. The last two tales fit into the universe created in the Assassin Games books but are standalone tales.
Mutant sex being a grotesque short while the Last Clones of D'Angelo Farson is a messed up tale about brotherly love. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: MDM Publishing
• Release date: Oct 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502282170

Book preview

Twisted Tales By Michael D MAuley

( 4 Short tales of Grotesque horror. )

Other Books by Michael D McAuley

Assassin Games Book One: A Mentor’s Monster

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00HHFOBRE

Assassin Games Book Two: Creative Vengeance http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00INEVUOU

Assassin Games Book Three: Angel of Death (Coming December 2014)

Nathaniel Cage and the Portals of Truth http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00EOCRCGK

Nathaniel Cage and the Butterfly Effect (Coming early 2015)

The Headless Chicken Conspiracy Episode One Anorak’s & Aliens

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00MZ0336G

The Headless Chicken Conspiracy Episode Two: Sheriff I Saw a Spaceship.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00MZ2ULAA

Contents

Sick Boy

Jonathan could feel something wasn't right. His insides felt warm. It was as though his blood had changed its natural temperature inside his body. Looking in the mirror he felt the hairs all over his body prickle, standing on attention at the frightful sight he saw. His eyes were bloodshot. The veins on his neck had turned a deep purple. They had thickened like hard metal rods sitting just under his skin. On opening his mouth his teeth were whiter than normal, sharper than normal, each tooth seemed to have grown a sharp point. Sticking out his tongue he immediately put it back in closing his mouth, turning away from the mirror that was the medicine cabinet doors on his bathroom wall. Even if he closed his eyes Jonathan could still see his face in his mind. He could see his long black lizard tongue. He slunk back to his room locking the door from the inside. He went to his small single bed and pulled the blanket over his head. He was fully dressed in black jeans and a thick red woolen shirt with a checkered design. He was twenty six years old. Jonathan was confident he most likely would never make twenty seven.  He had gone to the house that lay on the corner of Maple Road the night before as his boss, Maximillian Pearce, had asked him to. He was offering ten percent of anything Jonathan could find of value rather than the usual five. It was a no brainer there was no way he could turn the job down. It was too easy what with the owner on holiday.

Get this right Bates and you might never have to do another job again, Pearce had told him over the phone.

Jonathan knew it was a no brainer. Still the house gave him the willies. It always had ever since he had been a child. It wasn’t as if he believed that the old woman living there was a witch. Peering through the tall black steel gates as a child Jonathan Bates never questioned what his school friends told him. Besides Billy Jenkins was his best friend and had never lied. Well other than that time Billy had started a fire in the school drama room. The curtains had gone up real quick. The whole school had to be evacuated. Jonathan got expelled for that. Billy denied blaming Jonathan. He denied planting the lighter in the pocket of Jonathan's parker. Billy would deny a lot of things over the years. Then one day Jonathan drugged his best friend. Ground up some sleeping tablets he had stolen from his mother’s bedside table, giving them to Billy with a glass of fresh lemonade. When Billy woke up he found that he was bound to a large boulder by thick well tied rope, in the caves at the back of Bramble Woods.

Jonathan asked him lots of questions as he doused his tied up friend with petrol. Tell me the truth and I will let you go. He told Billy as the petrol can went from full to empty.

Please don't do this! Billy was screaming. He was so scared. Tears ran down his face. Maybe it was the petrol stinging his eyes Jonathan had thought to himself. He could see Billy had pissed his pants. That just made Jonathan laugh.  Billy confessed to planting the blame for the fire on Jonathan along with the evidence. It was too late. Jonathan knew if he let Billy Jenkins go he would tell people. They would take him away, lock him