Dear followers, Following exhaustive discussions and analysis, we are sad to announce that we have no option but to cancel our short story competition, ‘Return to Shallow Creek.’ We apologise to anyone that has taken the time to write a short story and has been expectantly awaiting an announcement – the decision was not taken
“A weirdpunk trumpet blast loud enough to wake a skeleton—heralding perhaps the end of a world, or the dawn of a new age.” – Matthew Baker – Author of Why Visit America and Hybrid Creatures “Told with honesty and wry humour, and with elements of magical realism and the fantastical, these stories also detail the
‘Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them’ (Thom Jones) I live with a dog-mad woman. She absolutely adores them, having surrounded herself with the beasts from an early age. First up were Brownie and Tiger, both sadly dispatched to the great canine beyond via the neighbour’s shotgun one evening, her father
When we were younger, my best friend, Dan, and I went snowboarding in the North Carolina mountains. It was so bright everywhere—the sky was this electric, herniating blue, and the sun was blinding off the snow. While we were riding up the Sugar Mountain lift, Dan became concerned that his face was getting sunburned, and
In some cases it seemed to me that feeling literally in pieces could be traced back to that sort of original fragmentation that is bringing into the world-coming into the world. I mean feeling oneself mother at the price of getting rid of a living fragment of one’s own body; I mean feeling oneself a
I live my life surrounded by books. My bookshelves are filled with literature written in different times and in different languages. Far less visible are the papers that I have written. Hidden in drawers and secret boxes lie piles of diaries, poems, reflections and fiction stories no one has ever read but me. Georg Orwell
All is Numbered. -Pythagoras I have an unhealthy relationship with numbers, garden variety numbers; Numerophobia, maybe you’d call it. I place enormous importance on the information they contain, their overt and covert messages. And despite the fact that numbers inevitably let me down, like friends who betray me, still I return to them, looking for
Another evening, another livid sky. I’m gazing out my home-office window at the horizon again. Cornwall’s towering clouds dwarf the shiny cotton balls that scud across the sky in my native eastern North Carolina. Backlit with electric danger, these massive clouds — slate blue grey and limned around the edges by the setting sun —
We are delighted to announce STORGY LIBRARY and our new reading and sharing initiative #roamingread. Our ongoing quest to connect our authors with our invaluable readers has inspired us to develop and deliver a brand new STORGY sharing scheme called #roamingread, in which we free a flock of STORGY BOOKS’ previously published titles to fly 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
