Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
One of the things I’ve learned while running this project is that stories don’t always wait politely for you to come looking for them. Sometimes they arrive in your inbox at midnight. Sometimes they’re handed to you on a walk. And sometimes - like tonight's story - they’re spoken over a café table, just when... Continue Reading →
Before Revenants on the Redway began, I thought I’d have to hunt for stories. I imagined long walks, obscure Living Archives searches, knocking on doors. What I didn’t expect was how many stories would come to me. Or, more unnervingly — how some stories seemed to be waiting for me, just beyond the edge of the light.... Continue Reading →