Greetings and Salutations. Thank you for reading my little story. You probably got it from the "Fiction" section because to publish it I have had to mark it as "fiction", and to be honest I think if I had tried publishing it as None-Fiction I would probably have been sent to a nice institution for a bunch of mind-doctors to give me a once over. So this is a complete work of fiction. I did not go on holiday to the Welsh countryside.
While I was not on holiday, I did not flick through the old bible that was in the stand next to the bed. In this bible I most defiantly did not find several stained pieces of paper, covered with a poorly written handwriting. If I had found those bits of paper, (which may or may not be stored in a safety deposit box for my protection). Then what follows would be a copy of what I read on those papers, with all spelling and grammatical mistakes intact.
It is a self recorded "Last Days" of J. H. Prescott A. K. A. The Ghost, It tells of his last job, and the horrors he discovered. I hope you enjoy this short bit of "Fiction", and possibly the next time you are having a drink maybe you could raise your glass in a silent salute to J. H. Prescott whoever he may or may not have been. Wayne Owens
Greetings and Salutations. Thank you for reading my little story. You probably got it from the "Fiction" section because to publish it I have had to mark it as "fiction", and to be honest I think if I had tried publishing it as None-Fiction I would probably have been sent to a nice institution for a bunch of mind-doctors to give me a once over. So this is a complete work of fiction. I did not go on holiday to the Welsh countryside.
While I was not on holiday, I did not flick through the old bible that was in the stand next to the bed. In this bible I most defiantly did not find several stained pieces of paper, covered with a poorly written handwriting. If I had found those bits of paper, (which may or may not be stored in a safety deposit box for my protection). Then what follows would be a copy of what I read on those papers, with all spelling and grammatical mistakes intact.
It is a self recorded "Last Days" of J. H. Prescott A. K. A. The Ghost, It tells of his last job, and the horrors he discovered. I hope you enjoy this short bit of "Fiction", and possibly the next time you are having a drink maybe you could raise your glass in a silent salute to J. H. Prescott whoever he may or may not have been. Wayne Owens
