INTRODUCING – HarlotVonCharlotte

HarlotVonCharlotte We are thrilled to introduce our new illustrator – HarlotVonCharlotte – and from everyone at STORGY, welcome. Bio HarlotVonCharlotte emerged from her mothers womb in the mid 80’s, she came out arse first, covered in hair and subsequently vaginally damaging her mother in the process. Start as you mean to go on and all that. She has

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Sarah Evans: The Failures of Love!

Fiona’s question lingered in the air, along with the sharp scent of herbs and garlic, pitching Mike from one version of the evening into another. D’you ever think about having children? she had asked, unleashing it as the follow-up to musing on the approach of middle-age and options closing down. He should have seen it

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Dyane Forde: Nor’easter

North “Wake up.” I opened my eyes against the morning glare but immediately shrunk back from a headache. White and black stars pulsed before my eyes; those two words, “Wake up”, a hammer pulverising the side of my face. Wind blew in from the open window, admitting a mean downdraft which pressed me into the

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Lucy Durneen: Noli Me Tangere!

There was an accident at the public beach and the boy from the hotel, breathless with the effort to convey urgency, suggested they went down to the promenade to look. If they didn’t go now, he seemed to be explaining, there would be no spectacle, the ambulances would come, a cordon erected. Alicia couldn’t really

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H C Child: Doppelginger

Doors are melting, door handles are turning into knobs, knobs are dancing the fandango in the suddenly-scarlet light of my real daylight energy-saving lightbulbs. I look at the clock and it slips from five to sex… I can’t stop it. Suddenly I see the vacuum cleaner, the Clark Kent of household appliances. It can take

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Curtis Dickerson: “Acknowledge My Sacrifices”

Sometimes on long stretches of highway I imagine that my Hyundai is a giant beetle I can control, and every jerk of the steering wheel and tap on the gas is me willing this beast to move, telling it where to carry me and my children. Their quiet chattering and the voices from their various

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Jacqueline Horrix: {Yesterday Once More}

I haven’t seen my mother for 15 years but I swear to God I smelt her perfume in my bedroom on Saturday night. The woody undertones of ‘Bluegrass’ made my nostrils flare as I sat at my dressing table. Painting my face, I saw my eyes widen in the mirror when the smell wafted from

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Chris Arp: The Talk

As soon as we hear the State Truck, we prostrate ourselves in the dirt. We listen to the Soldiers disembark and open the hatch and remove the large Tank of Water. When the Truck is gone, Gorrin does the high whistle, we brush ourselves off and watch Tippum and Flurt lever the Tank onto the

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Scott Palmer: [The Salesman Rings Twice]

There was no way to put last week’s events in any form of rational order. Believing that it all happened within those seven days and further still, that it ended only yesterday, was even less fathomable. It feels like years have passed. This morning I spent a little longer in front of the mirror, checking.

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Rab Ferguson: Ricia

He fastened the zip on her emerald green dress, tightening her sagging shoulders back into the firm curve they once naturally held. He was already dressed: a black suit the same as he’d always worn, black shoes, a black fedora, and forever those black glasses, carrying that effortless dignity men seemed able to attain in

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