What makes a good story? This is a question I’m often asked, my little lemon drizzles, and depending on who you ask, the results often oscillate from ‘the characters need to be empathetic to the reader,’ to ‘it needs a good plot.’ Other people will tell you that you need to ‘channel what you know’,
So, my little putrid jellyfishes, I do sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed the weekend. In Shallow Creek the weather was blisteringly hot, so hot in fact that the devil himself was sat somewhere wondering how he could change his ways for the better. The residents of Shallow Creek were all out in force with their best
Welcome to Shallow Creek… You’ll never want to leave. We’re counting down the days until May 31st when we’ll be making a BIG announcement. So stay tuned…
Online from 19 January to 19 February 2018! A festival accessible to everyone, in all places, everywhere in the world After a record turnout for the UniFrance online festival in 2017, the best of new-generation French and Francophone cinema will be showcased once again during the MyFrenchFilmFestival as of 19 January, all over the world! Yesterday in Paris, Isabelle Giordano
One hardly need have one’s finger on the pulse of the publishing industry to guess that the office of the American presidency will be a popular topic among the books to come out in 2017. Given that the union of the states is now as perilously close to fragmenting as it has been since the
I press my pen down against the paper again and grind the fresh tip aimlessly into a dull nub, as the noises of the mundane curdle my mind to soup.The traffic groans by on the street beyond my room, and the old radiator clicks like echolocation. I feel a sharp, painful twang in my teeth
The trees were no more than cracks against the sky when she came. Her cloak of crow feathers glinted darkly in the low autumn sun, and it sighed about her as she walked. Her hair was black and wild and it splintered up from her head in cold chunks like shivered wood. She knew the
We pull into the motel parking lot a little after nine in the morning. I park the old black pick-up a few spaces from the door to the front desk. My trusty first generation Chevy. I’ve come close to selling it so many times but never did. Thank god I didn’t. I love that car.
‘I’m scared,’ David whispered. We were in the elevator as it hurtled towards the ground and the small crowd of children that we knew were waiting for us outside the apartment. His eyes refused to look me at as they remained fixated on the orange numbers that blinked on the cracked display. I could tell
The purpose of a book review is to give you an opinion, dear reader, as to whether the book at hand is worth splurging your well sponged money on. The short answer for those busy readers is yes. Whether that is a ‘definitely yes’ or a ‘maybe yes’ depends on, well, you and what you
