I’m having an affair with an older woman. It’s not an extramarital affair because she’s not married. She’s actually a widow. She’s been a widow for as long as I’ve known her. I went to school with her son. We were in the same class. Sometimes, he would come over to my house after school
The Storm is a debut short story collection from Akeem Balogun, a collection with interlinked characters and sprawling narrative that takes place during a cataclysmic storm, a storm that the world has never seen before and a storm that seems to have no end. So sit back and enjoy this almost apocalyptic nightmare told via
Gerald Spokes was Sabrina’s landlord and lived in number three, across the hallway. His father had bought the faded Georgian townhouse after the war and converted the over-large rooms into single-bedroomed flats. Sabrina had never married and couldn’t seem to keep a boyfriend for much longer than a season. They came and went with the
The first time I read Burnt Tongues was back in April 2014 – at the time I had only really started dipping my feet into the world of transgressive fiction and I have to admit that I came away from that encounter a little scarred and a little let down, I found the stories shocking
There’s something about the sound of a tent zip ripping into the pre-dawn stillness as you push your way out, stiff and bleary, cupping a yawn and blinking away the crusty bits. Rude, raw country air rushes in for a hug and now you’re awake, drinking in the sight of lush, dewy grass descending gracefully
The Period for Submissions opens on 4th September 2020 1st Prize £100 + STORGY Gift Bundle 2nd Prize STORGY Gift Bundle 3rd Prize STORGY Gift Bundle Finalists will be published in the STORGY FLASH FICTION: VOLUME II ANTHOLOGY £5 Entry Fee Entry Dates Submissions for the STORGY Flash Fiction Competition will be accepted from 4th September 2020 The deadline for receipt
‘A fathers decades-long search for a missing daughter. A young woman about to perfect the darkest art. The most dangerous secret Hollywood has ever kept.’ Chuck is back (after leaving us with his writing memoir – Consider This) with a scintillating new novel, a slow burn that burns bright and long and loud. Fans of
When I was twenty-seven, I bought a flat on monthly instalments in the outskirts of Pune city. I was still living with my parents at the time, but I visited my flat whenever I needed to feel calm. The walkway from the gate to my building was long and lined on both sides with innocent
Ricky, Gabe, Lewis and Cassidy are men bound to their heritage, bound by society, and trapped in the endless expanses of the landscape. Now, ten years after a fateful elk hunt, which remains a closely guarded secret between them, these men – and their children – must face a ferocious spirit that is coming for
1. It began one ordinary Sunday. I stood from my desk after several hours with a particularly fizzing case of pins and needles in my right foot. Being a warm day, I’d barely dressed and sat down without shoes, socks or slippers. As I stretched, flexing my tingling foot, I noticed my pinkie toe
