The Story Relived | A Storytelling Podcast

Hello everyone!

So it’s been a while since I’ve posted my usual kind of stuff here. Apart from a brief period where I wasn’t writing much, the latter half of last year was spent in investing my time into learning the ins and outs of podcasting.

In January of this year, I began a storytelling podcast called The Story Relived. It’s my newest venture into storytelling, telling tales of real people and events in a way that blurs the line between fact and fiction. The first period of the podcast will focus around Irish people or events in Ireland.

The episodes/stories are short, (6-10 minutes), so if you have a few spare minutes, please give it a go and let me know what you think! I’ve included the first episode here:

The first two episodes are up, and the third will be released on Sunday, February 25th.

Episodes will be released on the second and last Sunday of each month and is available on the platforms below!

iTunes | Stitcher | Spotify | TuneIn | YouTube | SoundCloud | Libsyn

Cheers,

Gerard

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Two Sentence Horror | XIX

They were tied to the chairs when I came in, with one huge funnel feeding collectively into their stomachs. I fed through 16 litres of screenwash and couldn’t help thinking that a ‘bitter taste’ wasn’t enough of a warning.

Two Sentence Horror | XVIII

The grandfather clock doesn’t chime on the hour since I fell into it. But I make my presence known to the family, having it chime only at the time I took the pills.

Two Sentence Horror | XVII

The nurse came to me around midnight to give me more medication for the pain. When I awoke three days later, I saw the nurse smile at me from the opposite bed where she was restrained.

Two Sentence Horror | XVI

Marianne caught her husband cheating on her and her methods of punishment were peculiar. She chained herself to her husband and starved, deteriorating and rotting onto his warm flesh.

Two Sentence Horror | XV

I tremble when I feel him climb onto the bed to whisper his goodnight. It’s been a year since he passed.

Two Sentence Horror | XIV

There have been large black eyes watching us from each window of our apartment for the last four nights. The police won’t believe us because we’re six floors up, but tonight the windows have opened.