Böcker av Matt Shaw

From best-selling horror author, Matt Shaw, comes a new collection of previously unreleased material direct from his twisted imagination!Within This Collection:Flash Fiction:Hush Little BabyMan's Best FriendShort Stories:ChangeCatNovellas:HIMA Girl And Her Corpse

The IslandTen contestants were sent to a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean, where they'd be left to fend for themselves for a number of weeks, as part of a new reality television show. After a quick weekend learning basic survival skills, these people were dumped on the island's shoreline with basic rations, basic tools and equipment they could use to document their journey. Also tucked in the supplies were radios with which to communicate with the show's producers if they needed evacuation at any point. The purpose of the show was simple: See if modern man and woman still had the skills to survive away from the comforts every day life now provided them...... But when things go wrong they quickly learn that they're very much alone and part of a much, much darker reality television program. From the makers of ""The Game""...

Over the months, Matt Shaw has been writing variousstories for both his Patreon members and for customerswho have ordered personalised stories from him.Until now, those stories have been unpublished and unavailable for others to read but - due to populardemand - he has compiled them in a collection forthe first time.Included within this collection:Some Drabbles To Get You StartedUnder The Safe House (novella)Room To Breathe (novella)The First Cuddle (short story)Santa?s Secret (short story)Smoking Kills (short story)Needles (short story)Cold (short story)Sleeping Dogs (short story)Ugly (short story)

Nick:I watch from the shadows as I always do.Humans going about their daily lives, blissfully unaware of our existence.I see her and not for the first time.She stands there with no memory of who I was nor what we once shared. Had my heart been beating, it would break to know that I am now nothing to her, not even a faded memory from a life long since gone.See me once more. Please, see me.Be mine again.Hannah:Of the one-hundred plus students crammed into the lecture hall, it is the boy who draws my eye. The beautiful, pale boy.Every other single person around him fades into nothing. As if sensing my eyes upon him, he turns to look at me. The watchful intensity of his gaze is as chilling as it is thrilling, as if he can see straight to the beating heart of me. My secrets, my hopes, my dreams, exposed and laid bare.I see him, too. His sadness. His loneliness. I see itand I feel it.And I am scared.