Before we know what pain is, we are told to let it out. Thirty children crowd in a circle, the woman with the iron-grey hair in a chair at the centre, above us all. It is a watery winter day. Pale sunlight creeps through the classroom windows, glittering off the teardrop-shaped pendant the woman wears
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
They had lost Father. Amelia held Mother’s hand, the two of them giggling together as they made their way through the forest. They were surrounded by vibrant green: in the trees’ thick leaves, in the crunching undergrowth, in the moss that crept up the stones. The air smelled sweet. Even at six years old, Amelia
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
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…
Elani has grown up in violence. It surrounds her. It inhabits her father and lives on every face in her neighborhood. But Elani has learned a trick: watching people’s hands. If she carefully observes how someone carries a mug or a phone or a bottle, she can spot that subtle difference between holding and wielding.
Melanie turned her back to the balustrade, cupping her phone with one hand to shield it from the glare. It was late summer, and late enough in the day to be cool at last, with the sea breeze kicking sand into the air and leaving a fine spray of salt and damp on the seats
So, to be, or not to be: It happened w-a-y back, at least 30 Hanukkahs, nigh Dutch Reagan’s Tear down this wall, before household staples like MiraLax and Viagra and Rogaine. But – I need a swig of H2O – not so long ago – slurp – for me to forget how this prince landed
She’d painted the buildings bright white, posted signs, and advertised in county newspapers as well as the Minneapolis Star Tribune, that the farm was for sale. 1970. A new decade. She felt ready to start a new life. Her only offer for the land came from Midwest Farmlands, Inc. Trembling as she signed the papers,
On October 30th, Kevin Spacey came out as gay, choosing, as he put it, ‘to live as a gay man’. He also, in the very same statement, halfheartedly acknowledged the allegations of sexual assault, specifically those from Anthony Rapp, who claimed Spacey had made sexual advances on him in 1986, when he was a minor.
