PAPERBACK & EBOOK AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW! PUBLISHED 1st AUGUST 2020 “This Ragged, Wastrel Thing is alive with colour, energy and vibrant language. Marcantonio possesses the rare ability of enticing the reader to turn the page, not only to discover what happens next, but to experience yet another visceral and original turn of phrase. A
Dear STORGY readers, My name is Anthony Self – I’m one of the directors of STORGY magazine. We don’t usually write personal messages on the website but it’s with a heavy heart and great trepidation to announce some terrible news. We’ve been monumentally busy over the last six months putting together the amazing short story
You may be aware that during the last few weeks our social media accounts on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram (@morestorgy) has been spamming a certain anthology we’re going to be releasing early next year. Shallow Creek will be a speculative fiction anthology with some of the field’s newest voices in the field, alongside masters of
* Topless and potbellied, Elmer glugs on a beer. He is sprawled across the butterscotch sofa. Still, he listens for Pinky, for the girl who hides above him. The plunks of her remote control. A toilet’s swill. A closing cupboard. Elmer, though, only finds bleak silence. His door unlocks, the hinges keening. Reggie shuffles through.
* Reggie troops down the aisle, sweeping up the remains of a wilted bouquet. He pushes petals into neat miniature piles and, for a mini moment, pretends that he is marching toward someone of his own. Yes, yes. I have seen him parade like this before. Each time he becomes glazed with hope. A speck
* Reggie spots Maria’s corn cart steaming on the sidewalk. He sees buttered cobs, silk, pails, root beer, salt shakers, napkins, salsa. “Hey, Reggie,” Maria calls out. She jiggles, clad in shorts and towering heels. Stray whiffs of corn stalk the atmosphere, swabbing Reggie’s face. “Hey, Maria,” he replies. She pumps and twirls beside her
* Reggie waves to the receptionist. Jo Jo leans through the fingerprinted Plexiglas window. “Your father came to see Dr. Dann this morning,” she says. “For his toe.” “Is he okay?” Reggie asks. “Yeah. It’s just swollen. And he’s, like, gained four more pounds.” “Really?” Her frizzed ponytail swings sideways. “He just keeps getting bigger
With gratitude to Chelsea Station Editions and Michael Graves, we are honoured to present the first Chapter of Michael’s debut novel; Parade. Over the course of the next five days you can read a week-long serialisation of Chapter One; ‘Genesis’. Enjoy… * Morning cracks to life. The custard-colored sky douses Reggie Lauderdale. He sleeps, a rosary