Tales from Tremwell includes fifteen stories and two poems that I wrote. Thirteen of the stories are tales set within a fictional town I created called Tremwell. I hope you enjoy the stories (hopefully you'll be a little tickled now and again) as much as I did writing them.
The artwork on the front cover was provided by my brother Robert Strickland.
PS. If you did not enjoy my stories then I fear it is most probable that my arch enemy (a certain Milthy Swinebuckle) has shot you with his bumber-runger raygun and your brain has been turned to soap watching mulsh.
PPS. And yes. I am full of £**$.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-from-Tremwell-ebook/dp/B006MXHYGM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1325544012&sr=8-1
Here's a poem I wrote:
ReplyDeleteThe Sleeper With The Restless Eyes Who Sleeps Beneath A Sleeper
Beneath A Wooden Coffin
by:J.A.Strickland
No prayer should be uttered, no prayer should be said
The living should never pray for the dead
A prayer was uttered once for me
Awake once more, my name is Humphrey
I walk the lines where once I was buried
All maggoty and rotten, though I am not worried
For I am scary, for I am dead
Little ones should fear as they sleep in there beds
I like to sleep beneath a sleeper
It goes darker, as I sink deeper
But always voices do disturb
And up come I, with vengeance bared
I sleep at day, I walk at night
Young ones should fear my dark delights
Remember this poem, remember it well
Forget and join me within my hell
Sometimes I sleep when all is quiet
But still they come, though I am tired
Naughty boys and girls should pray
That Humphrey does not wake this day
They play unwittingly upon the track
For they don't know who's at there backs
And if they turn then I will see
The terror as they stare and behold me
Take heed little children and don't be to brave
Or lie beside me within my grave
And mothers and fathers will never weep
And you will not join me in a long restless sleep
THE END