I am delighted to welcome Hugh Roberts to the party with one of his short stories from his very recently published collection Glimpses. I am also very pleased to share one of the early  reviews for…

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Smorgasbord Christmas Party – Guest Hugh W. Roberts – I Believe in Father Christmas

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I am delighted to welcome Hugh Roberts to the party with one of his short stories from his very recently published collection Glimpses. I am also very pleased to share one of the early  reviews for the book and I am certain there will be many more.

I Believe In Father Christmas by Hugh W. Roberts.

When I was eight-years old I did the most despicable thing. On Christmas Eve 1970, I told my five- year old sister that there was no such thing as Father Christmas. She was horrified. I’d been horrible to her since the day she’d been born, but telling her that Father Christmas did not exist was the worst thing I ever did.

My mother was so angry with me. She sent me to my room. I missed supper, I missed the carol singers outside our house, I missed seeing the first snowflakes of what was to be my first ever white Christmas and I missed the evening of Christmas Eve, my favourite time of the year. However, worse was to come.

I must have fallen asleep just before midnight. I cried myself to sleep, blaming Father Christmas for what had happened.

Sometime during the night, I was woken by hands around my throat.

“You evil boy!” boomed the voice. I was too frightened to open my eyes.

“Open your eyes, boy! Do it, or you will never see Christmas again.”

He forced my eyes open. I don’t know how he did it but he somehow did. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I was shocked beyond belief. It was Father Christmas who had his hands around my throat.

“You never, never tell anyone ever again that I do not exist. You understand me, boy?” I nodded my head quickly, despite being in complete shock.

“Good. Now, look deep into my eyes.”

Seconds later, I saw a flock of robins in his eyes and, before I knew it, they were propelled into my eyes. The screeching sound they made hurt my ears. I could not scream for my mother or father because of the tightly gripped hands around my throat. I finally managed to close my eyes and the screeching robins and hands around my throat disappeared.
Shocked by what had happened I crawled under my bed. I curled up into a tiny ball and shivered the night away. Sleep did come but only briefly.

It was the sound of laughter that woke me. I could hear the muffled voices of my mother, father and sister. It was Christmas morning and they were already downstairs. How could they have forgotten to wake me up?

I crawled out from under my bed and made my way past the open door of my bedroom. On the floor, at the top of the stairs, were two empty Christmas stockings. How could they have emptied their stockings without me?

I ran down the stairs and into the lounge, which was lit up with Christmas lights.

“Mum, Dad, Julie…I’m sorry,” I cried, but none of them took any notice of me. “Please forgive me, don’t spoil Christmas.” But it was no good, they just ignored me.

That’s when I saw the strange boy.

“Oh, that’s lovely, Robert. Grandma sure knows how to knit Christmas jumpers,” laughed Dad as he hugged the strange boy.

For the rest of the day I watched as the boy with my name took my place. Nobody bothered me. Nobody even noticed I was there. It was as if I were a ghost.

I finally went to bed, crying myself to sleep, at 8:30 that evening. The whole family had come round and a Christmas party was in full swing.

The next morning my mother woke me up.

“Are you feeling better, Robert?”

“Are you talking to me?” I asked her.

“Of course I am, who else goes by your name in this house? Come on, it’s Boxing Day and we need to get over to Grandma’s house.”

I didn’t ever say anything to anybody about what had happened and I didn’t see the strange looking boy with my name again. Well, not until the following Christmas Day when the whole thing happened again, and the following Christmas and the Christmas after that. You see, my place was always taken, but only on that one day of the year.

I’m so happy and thankful that it’s not Christmas every day.

Do you believe in Father Christmas?


About Glimpses

After publishing some of his short stories on his blog, Hugh W. Roberts, who suffers from dyslexia, received numerous requests to publish his short stories in a book. Here, at last, are 28 short stories that will take your mind on a rollercoaster of a ride into worlds that conceal unexpected twists and turns.

‘Glimpses’ allows the reader a peek into the lives of everyday people who are about to have life lead them on an unpredicted path. From a mysterious deadly iPad app, to a hole in the fence that is not all it seems, to a strange lipstick that appears to have a life of its own, you will encounter terror, laughter, sadness, shock and many other emotions on journeys which promise a thrilling and gripping climax.

If you are a lover of shows such as ‘The Twilight Zone’ and ‘Tales Of The Unexpected’, then you’re in for a real treat with this first collection of short stories from Hugh. Here’s what one reader has already said about the book. “If you’re looking for a thoroughly entertaining read, Glimpses is the book for you. Each story has been cleverly crafted; through Hugh’s wonderful imagination, he has the ability to whisk you away to many different worlds, past, present and future.

Every story makes a compelling read and just when you think you know what’s going to happen next, Hugh masterfully reveals a brilliant twist. With bite-size and longer stories, Glimpses is a must-read. I loved it.” – Esther Newton, Writer, and Author.

Dare you take a glimpse into the lives of these unsuspecting characters?

 The review for the book by Terri Webster Schrandt –https://secondwindleisure.com/2016/12/11/glimpses-book-review-and-author-round-up/

Glimpses is a delightfully twisted set of short stories inspired by author Roberts’ blog. If you follow his blog, you may recognize a few of his terrifying tales reminiscent of stories in the sci-fi genre of Twilight Zone or Outer Limits peppered with a dash of horror. “The Truth App” is the piece de resistance in this collection of 28 stories. Roberts’ biting wit and deft tale-telling will have you reading on the edge of your…well, your reading device! A great read that will have you begging Roberts for more!

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About Hugh W. Roberts.

My name is Hugh, and I live in both the town of Abergavenny and the city of Swansea, South Wales, in the United Kingdom.

I have always enjoyed writing and the fact I suffer from a mild form of dyslexia has not stopped me. Yes, I get things wrong with my reading and writing but I always find those mistakes humorous and always laugh about it. I no longer allow dyslexia get in my way. Now in my fifties, I thought it about time I let my writing become public and becoming a blogger seemed to be the perfect way for me to do this. I share my life with my civil-partner, John and our Cardigan Welsh Corgi, Toby, who I both cherish with all my heart.

I have a very positive outlook on life.I started writing short stories at school but was never really encouraged to continue writing them. Then, many years later, I discovered blogging and wrote and published several short stories on my blog. They soon became hits and I was encouraged to publish some of the stories in a book. Now, finally, my dream of becoming a published author has come true with the publication of ‘Glimpses’ the first volume of 28 of my short stories.

If you decide to buy and read my book then I’d be delighted if you would consider leaving a review on Amazon. Reviews help all authors and feedback is vital to improving my writingI’ve always considered myself as a peoples’ person and I love to hear from anyone.

Please do feel free to contact me.

Connect to Hugh Roberts on his Bloghttp://hughsviewsandnews.com/

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My thanks to Hugh for sharing one of his stories with us and as always would be delighted if you would share far and wide.  Thanks Sally