Show Notes
A twisted thing of jagged limbs and sightless eyes, each one broken and twisted at the joint, out grasping across the canvas like convulsing white branches, harsh against a thick red background.
"From Life" was written by Georgia Cook.
Performed by Anusia Battersby and Lauren Grace Thompson.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
Opening Narration by Peter Lewis.
About the Writer: Georgia Cook is an illustrator and writer from London. She has written for publications such as Baffling, Vastarien Lit, and Flame Tree press, as well as the Doctor Who audio drama range with Big Finish. She frequently writes and narrates for horror anthology podcasts such as 'Creepy','The Other Stories', and 'The Night's End.' She can be found on twitter at @georgiacooked and on her website at https://www.georgiacookwriter.com/
MUSIC:
An Old Parlor Guitar by Rest You Sleeping Giant.
Repeating Northern Annular Cloud by Schemawound.
Don’t You Dare Breathe by Pawe Feszczuk.
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