It is often hard for an author to bring something new to an already overworked, packed genre like the post apocalyptic realm. Ali Shaw not only delivers, he has crafted himself his own sub-genre. Skillfully extracting elements from familiar territories and weaving them together into a colourful tapestry with mastery; he has created the quite stunning
Michael couldn’t stop drinking. His wife Ruth had. “Hey,” he prodded Ruth. He sniffed and rubbed his head. Ruth remained still. He went to the toilet. After flushing on his way to the kitchen, he passed the large framed picture of Walthamstow dog track that he’d taken with him from rented flat -to- rented flat,
Sam and Lana leave their Prius on this ninety-nine degree day and half run to the entrance. On opening the metal and glass door, they are hit with a blast of arctic air that removes the sweat from their brows. The Five Star Diner: Mecca to hungry Jersey folk seeking a cheap but filling meal.
Walking, exhausted and alone into the midnight hours. Stumbling on heels too high, under streetlights that burn too bright and stars too distant to be seen. It’s at times like this you have to be honest with yourself; he was a lecherous bastard with an ego complex bigger than God and you never really loved
So here we are. Welcome to our new website where reader title submissions are turned into short stories which will send your senses down shit creek without the crack. Every fortnight readers will submit titles which they would like to see turned into short stories and the contributors at STORGY will have seven days to