Fantasy Short Story Collection Volume 4: 5 Fantasy Short Stories: Whiteley Fantasy Short Story Collections, #4

By Connor Whiteley

5 spellbinding, awe-inspiring fantasy short stories from the imagination of Connor Whiteley. An International Bestselling writer, Connor presents 5 very fun and outstanding fantasy stories in this one volume.

Includes:

• Thinking Of A Mug
• Humans Are Stupid
• Magic In The Book
• What A Mug
• Cat Screaming Death

Love gripping fantasy fiction? Love great stories? Connor gives you both layered on thick in this amazingly fun collection.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224446773

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

THINKING OF A NUMBER

18th October 2022

Canterbury, England

Now I have always loved playing games, sports and basically whatever I can so I can have a little fun. Back in World War two, I was extremely good at poker and blackjack and a few other card games, but as I grew in my wisdom (something that turns out happens very naturally for superheroes) I started to turn my attention towards board games and now I only play drinking games on the weekend with a few of my best friends.

I suppose that’s one of the advantages of being a superhero that had lived for over a hundred and fifty years and thankfully doesn’t look a day over thirty. And I mean, that only has to be a good thing, can you imagine the wrinkles I would have if I did age?

No, no, no that would be simply awful.

You see my name is Matilda Plum, a superhero in the Psychology, Counselling and Therapy sector so it’s my very fun job to travel around making sure people are okay, solve their difficulties and sometimes stop evil things from happening.

And sometimes I get to play games with the superheroes, and even Gods and Goddesses from the Gambling sector. That really is fun, but sadly it wasn’t them that I was going to be playing with today.

You see I was sitting in my massive therapy office on my large black desk chair with my very neat oak wooden desk in front of me. I was currently trying to decide if I would repaint the smooth dirty white walls of my office to a cleaner, more sterile white because I really didn’t like the dirty look it gave the office. And the dirty white walls looked even worst in the morning when the bright golden sunshine beamed in through my massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

But then again, my clients had mentioned a lot of times how much they liked my office not being as clinical and doctor-like as other therapists that they’ve seen so I was probably going to keep it.

It was just a shame that the weather outside my office was cloudy, gloomy and depressed, just like the first client I had had this morning. Thankfully I had helped her to feel a little better and hopefully she would be fine in a few more weeks after some more sessions.

I just hope that everyone who comes through my doors will be okay in the end, and thankfully I was able to help a lot of people without my superpowers but there are times when they’re needed.

The delicious smell of rich bitter coffee cake, vanilla sponge and cinnamon buns filled my office as presumably my brand-new receptionist (who’s name escapes me but she’s a superhero from the Catering, Food and Hospitality Sector) baked us all a lot of amazing treats.

She was definitely a keeper.

I was about to start filling out some paperwork from the small piles of documents and folders and ring-binders on my desk, when I heard a man walk towards the large frosted glass door of my office.

Now I know people always say men and women walk differently and don’t believe it, but they truly do. Men are even sometimes more gentle and gracefully than women.

But this man wasn’t.

He knocked on the door. I’m thinking of a number,

I’ll be the first to admit whenever I met a new client with difficulties and bad mental health, there is a range of things they tend to say to me. Sometimes it’s they hate me, sometimes they’re so desperate they cling to me and other times they simply don’t say anything at all because they’re nervous about the whole therapy experience.

But they never say anything about numbers.

Thankfully because the man had spoken to me, and all of my superpowers are the myths that surround psychologists, I could now simply read his mind.

But he blocked me.

I had never met a man before who could block my superpowers so easily.

I clicked my fingers and the frosted glass door opened and the man walked in and his mouth dropped.

The man wasn’t big in the slightest nor was he rake thin. His smooth-looking body was probably what the cool kids these days would call a gym-body with his broad