Posts Tagged ‘fiction’

Politico!

Friday, August 28th, 2009

Sunday 6th of September 2009

Short Fuse proudly presents:

Politico!

Anthony Cartwright, who won the Betty Trask Award for his first novel ‘Afterglow’, will read from his latest novel, ‘Heartland’ (Tindal Street Press 2009)
‘Heartland’ uses two football games to explore BNP politics and national identity.
‘The ambition and achievement shine forth from every sentence. This is what fiction should be’. (David Peace)
‘This poignant novel also movingly traverses the territory of the human heart” (Anita Sethi, ‘The Independent’)
Anthony will headline a night of great short stories
Komedia
8pm, £5 on the door.

Tainted Love, Saturday 19th of September

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

TAINTED LOVE

Saturday 19th September
Komedia’s Studio Bar. 10am – 1pm.
From the people who bring you the popular Short Fuse evenings of live short fiction at the Komedia, a three hour writing workshop on twisted romance and love gone bad.

Focusing on creating and crafting short pieces around our thoughts and experiences of the misadventures of the heart, we look at what makes an effective short story, and practice the skills of performing in front of a live audience. We will look at the work of other writers who have focused on this theme, and how clichés are turned on their heads to produce original prose and story lines. Time will be devoted to exercises and individual feedback.

Special slot reserved at Short Fuse October 4th for one participant!

Bosses by Bronwyn Griffiths

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

The postman brings a parcel. But it is not for me: it’s for my son. Some computer part, I think. I wasn’t expecting a parcel but all the same, I feel bad that it’s not mine. I would have liked a surprise. Things have been so predictable lately.

“I haven’t seen you lately,” I say.
“I’ve been ill,” the postman says.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Read more …

The Doctor

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

by Tom Rice

From The Erotic Review (86: 74-8)

 

The ticking of the clock was infuriating. Dr Francis narrowly overcame his urge to hurl it against the wall, smashing it to smithereens. Instead he snatched it off the bedside table and slid it under the pillow. The metronomic beat, though, refused to be smothered. He could still hear the tiny scratches of the second hand, each tick like the stroke of a pencil crossing through another second of his life. Read more …

The Turnover Bridge

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

by Tara Gould
This story was published in the Asham Anthology “Don’t Know a Good Thing”

 

Under the old turnover bridge Caspar Bliss holds up his top in a roll above his nipples to let the sun warm his bare stomach. He runs his palm over the flesh to get a sense of living. He is a lean man, the muscle is like tyre underneath the skin.

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