We are delighted to announce The Return To Shallow Creek Short Story Competition is now open for entries! We are also excited to reveal Shallow Creek’s new characters and locations – and a sinister new storyline – The Blue Moon Circus has arrived at Shallow Creek, but people have been mysteriously vanishing…could the two be
We are delighted to announce The Return To Shallow Creek Short Story Competition will open for entries in early 2022. As part of our STORGY SWAN SONG Kickstarter campaign, we are introducing a new and exclusive pledge option – EARLY BIRD ENTRY – for the Return To Shallow Creek Short Story Competition. The Return To
“Smile! Everyone’s waiting, young man.” She was mad at me again, and it was my fault— again. Camera in hand, she was trying to take a photo of the four of us and I wouldn’t, or couldn’t smile. My eyes were red and I felt self-conscious. Who wants a photo taken of themselves when they
Intimacies by Lucy Caldwell is one of those collections that you’ll remember for a lifetime, a collection that you remember exactly where you where when you read it – it’s memorable and masterful and proves yet again what a force Caldwell is when it comes to the short story form and why she is one
I first came to know of the name William R. Soldan when I picked up his collection ‘In Just The Right Light’ which was brilliant. So when the opportunity arose to read ‘Houses Burning and Other Ruins’ another collection, I jumped at the chance – and boy is it good. ‘Houses Burning and Other Ruins’
STORGY’s Short Story Collection of the Year 2021 Tracy Fahey first came to my attention with the phenomenal collection ‘The Unheimlich Manoeuvre’ – and now she’s back at it again with a follow up collection from Sinister Horror Company – prepare to be blown away! I Spit Myself Out covers many themes of womanhood and
Open with: two men crushed to death in a campervan. Well ok, two men, potentially crushed to death in a campervan. Fate unconfirmed. And besides, it’s more like a caravan really, if we’re being pernickety. Which we are. So two men potentially crushed to death in a caravan. But perhaps we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. Let’s back
Gil’d kill for some coffee right now. Grains of sleep linger in his lashes. That trail of gross leaves is still there. He stares. Fuck fresh air, he has just decided. Not fresh air as a thing. Not fuck photosynthesis. Not fuck that. Fuck no. But as a judgment. A kind of putdown. That greener
I. Even now, Zoë can remember all the prices in the Melbourne milk bar that her parents owned. Paddle Pops were seven cents. Sunny Boys were three. Violet Crumbles and Smith’s Crinkle Cut chips both sold for five, the same price as the bus fare to her high school. In those days, two dollars a
Grenth Enterprise Academy Mr. Jackson’s Classroom (2nd floor) Tutor Time—14:45-15:05 Tuesday: Quiet Reading -a thin girl, some would call her pale, but people don’t tend to say that about students so well-endowed in PE even if it’s true. It’s not just that is the thing. Endowed, well, in just about every scholastic or athletic endeavour
