* * LOVING RAPUNZEL * Agnes These last days, she draws down on me. Sometimes I pause; lean against the wall. I wonder will the burden be too much? Jacob has waited many a year, and I too. But we are not young. God’s miracle, he says. The winter nights are long. In our youth,
* * LOVING RAPUNZEL “Are you coming in?” “Yes,” I answer from the doorway of your study. Reclining on the Chesterfield, knees drawn up with Wuthering Heights open on your lap, a fire raging, a glass of whiskey three fingers deep on the floor within easy reach, you watch me walk towards you. Perhaps I
* Loving Rapunzel There was the car park and the fields near the school, and then there was the tower. At 7:30pm after the fields, Kev says goodbye to Corey at the entrance to the alley and walks down it into the park. It’s still light but a hundred yard in three Banditos ask him
LOVING RAPUNZEL It is winter and the land is frozen. The great tower rises like a stalagmite of ice from the cold earth. At the top, Rapunzel lies, freezing and emaciated, watching the last ember flicker and die in the hearth. A wisp of smoke rises, freezes and falls to the floor with a shattering
2013 SHORT STORGY COMPETITION We are pleased to announce the first ever annual Short STORGY Competition. The first Short Story Competition where readers choose the winning short story. The period for submissions will open on 1st October 2013. 1st Prize £250 Two runner up prizes of the latest copy of THE WRITER’S & ARTISTS YEARBOOK
MUGGED. One of the problems with being called Dave is that you find yourself needlessly turning ‘round a lot. Whether someone has actually shouted ‘Dave’ or not doesn’t usually matter. There are thousands of Daves in London, but when shouted, it sounds exactly the same as ‘hey!’, ‘wait!’ and ‘mate’; thus supplementing my already busy
The Chimes The chimes sway in the breeze – zephyr; it blows though me. Puff, puff the north wind blows. Puff, puff the magic dragon. Watch it burn. Burns bright, burns high, burn it burn it burn it burn it until it dies a crispy death. Tears fall; my eyes don’t like the smoke.
Morning All. Voting is now open! Select the title you would most like to see turned into a brand new STORGY story. The titles are: LOVING RAPUNZEL MR KRUNK’S FINAL SPEECH CAFE SALVAGE MARTHA AND THE BIG OBSESSION COMA LOVE FURNITURE SHOP DEATH THROES Click on the link below and vote for your favorite title.
Morning All, We are extremely pleased to announce that SIAN EVANS will be joining STORGY as a contributing writer. Sian is an extremely skilled writer and we know you’ll enjoy her work as much as we do. For a sample of her work, see below on click on her profile page. The STORGY team is
Hello All, Here we go again – only this time – it’s a great short story from our new contributor – Benjamin Hewitt. Please show him your support and spread his words. STORGY The Angry Beaver by Benjamin Hewitt It seems insane that there should be so much light for so long. At nine thirty PM