Enjoying Dead Company: A Contemporary Fantasy Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

Trevor Mills's plan seems simple. Murder his husband and bury him in the backyard under the fishpond. Nothing to it.

But Trevor forgets life isn't easy, and how nothing ever works out as planned in reality.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Apr 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223556701

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

ENJOYING DEAD COMPANY

Trevor Mills dumped his husband’s body onto a black tarp that was already starting to crisp up because of the cold icy concrete floor and a wonderful resounding thud echoed off the walls as the body hit the ground.

The thud stopped echoing off the walls after a few seconds and the icy coldness of the garage started to chill Trevor’s exposed skin. That was what he got for being so silly and wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and black trainers into the garage on such a stormy and cold and rainy night.

Despite the garage’s walls being made from thick bricks that were thicker in width than Trevor’s muscular arms, Trevor could still hear the thunderous rain lashing down outside, almost like it was chipping away at the garage and force its way in.

Trevor had always loved his garage because it was his refuge from