Liars' League

NEXT EVENT: Women & Girls, Tuesday 9th August

UPDATE: CASTING ANNOUNCED!

Our sixth annual ladies' night, where all stories are written and read by women, is on the horizon, & she's a WOW! (Mslexia even tweeted about it ...)

We have flying mums, snake-haired temptresses, content mill drones, horror from the loch, and an (after)life lived through refrigerator magnets, all coming your way from 7.30pm on Tuesday 9th August at The Phoenix, near Oxford Circus, W1.

To book your ticket (only £5! still!! we know!!!) click here. See you there ...

WOMEN & GIRLS WINNING STORIES

A Profile Shot of the Country by Rebecca Lee, read by Lois Tucker
Up Yours Gravity by Charlotte Turnbull, read by Claire Lacey
The Keepsake by Renee Agatep, read by Orchid Ayers
Lifendelich of the Loch by Jennifer Gaboury, read by Carrie Cohen
Medusa Takes a Bath and Becomes a Monster by Mina Ma, read by Grace Cookey-Gam

Tuesday 9th August, 7.30pm (doors open at 6.30)
The Phoenix basement bar
37 Cavendish Square, London, W1G 0PP

(nearest tube Oxford Circus)

 

Tickets are £5: to book, please see link above. Questions? See below.

Worldly Goods by Cheryl Powell

Read by Tony Bell - podcast here (third story)

He was eager. Not like the others. There was swagger in him still; a soul revelling in the memory of his own body.

‘Well, here I am.’ He grinned, eyes full of nervous brilliance, and spat out a coin. I let him saunter towards the coracle, hands in pockets, as if about to embark on a pleasure cruise. I’d seen bravado like this before, of course, but it never lasted.

Here, at the threshold, there is a blood-red sky, and the souls turn their faces, craving warmth. This soul was different, though. ‘Always look forward,’ he breezed. ‘Never back.’

Then he jumped the queue.

Holiday Wardrobe by James Burt

Read by Jennifer Aries - podcast here (final story)

Even in a magic kingdom, pizza tasted the same as anywhere else. Maybe it was intentional – if something was bland then no-one would send it back saying they didn’t like it. Maybe that was the reason this fast-food place looked like any such place: the same bright lighting, the same plastic chairs, the same bored look on the staff’s faces. Same tasteless food. He reached for the menu, wondering if there was anything more interesting that he should have ordered.

“Paul? I’m talking?”

“Sorry, love.”

To Saad Zaghloul Square (by the sea) by Guy Howie

Read by Stephen Butterton - podcast here (first story)

The sun feels still now, like it has stopped rising and settled into the position where it can do most damage. Its heat is relentless, melting any breeze the sea has to offer our backs. My neck is raw, and Anwar’s enlarged forehead gleams like polished metal, the shine blurring his wrinkles.

Six lanes of fast-moving traffic are raising their fanfare in front of us. Each honk produces three more in response. Yellow and black Lada taxis revving their dying breaths in third gear scold the Uber drivers racing them to San Stefano Mall in their freshly imported Emgrands. The bells of four identical white microbuses occupying various lanes (some more than one at the same time) chime in unison.

Billy and Gerry by Will Mann

Read by Jeremiah O'Connor - podcast here (4th story)

He’s waiting for me when I come out of the hotel, stood in front of his black cab. Leaner than I remember, face a little more lined, hair now a gunmetal grey.

I thought he might be wearing one of those khaki field jackets – that unofficial uniform they all seemed to favour – but he’s wearing a neutral beige zip up and light grey slacks.

“Are you Gerry?” I ask him. “From Gerry’s Famous Belfast Taxi Tours?’

If he recognises me, he doesn’t show it.

“That’s me. Are you Billy?”

On the Corpse Way by Dan Hinge

Read by Lin Sagovsky - podcast here (2nd story)

The coffin stone was not far now, and George Walker hurried forward as best he could through the chaos of snow, stumbling over the rocks, gasping at the pain in his shoulders. He was stiff with the weight of his burden, chilled by the wind, panting with exertion. Near the resting place was a cleft in the mountain, just big enough for a man to shelter, if desperate enough.

Minutes later, George made it to the stone. Full of relief, he tilted his back to roll the body onto the wide, flat surface.

But the jolting of the journey had loosened the wrappings around the corpse. As George dropped the weight onto the slab, a pale hand lolled free and brushed the bare earth.

The Land the World Forgot by Ibar Murphy

Read by Katy Darby - podcast here (5th story)

In Search of Guatelumbia: An Open Appeal to the Global Academic Community

The European colonisation of the Americas is a story riddled with wonder and tragedy. The dark interiors of the New World have long withheld secrets, with rumours of ancient civilisations and great treasures enrapturing adventurous souls from across the ocean.  However in this modern age perhaps the most curious mystery remaining is the case, not of a lost city, but rather an entire country that has eluded the sweeping march of discovery.

Dragon Blood, Pig Heart by Junyi Chew

Dragon Blood Pig Heart MP3 

Read by Rebecca Yeo

“I’ve ordered char siu pao,” Mum said. “Your favourite.”

We were sat at a table upstairs in a busy restaurant in London’s Chinatown. The ‘pao’ she'd ordered were white steamed buns with a filling of pork in salty-sweet red sauce. They were a food from my childhood, when I would eagerly devour the fluffy outsides to get to the treasure within, at some point reaching the perfect ratio of meat to dough. I hadn’t stopped then to consider possible spellings of the word, which could shapeshift all three letters, sliding from pau to pao to bao. For me, the buns would arrive with a ‘POW!’ like a hearty blow in a Batman comic.

Saturday Nights Have Changed by Soraya Berry

Saturday Nights Have Changed MP3

Read by Aren Devlin

Outside, the weather’s turning. The air is fecund with possibility. The sky has rinsed itself clean, and the certainty of new life hangs around in gardens and parks where the soil is busy nurturing millions of tiny seeds and bulbs. They’ll burst open soon, in an orgy of very slow and satisfying activity.

Inside, he sits. And waits. And watches. There’s not much more he can do. Ironic, really, that their own slow and satisfying activity has led them to this room. It hums with the buzz of unidentifiable machines, tubes attached to walls and the swish of the curtain rails which flick back and forth as midwives pop in periodically to stick two fingers in and assess dilation.

It’s all quite fascinating, he thinks, although he wisely doesn’t tell his wife that.

How to Keep them Away by Nora Nadjarian

How To Keep them Away MP3

Read by Jasmine Raymond

My mother warned me. If you ever see them, she said, you must cross yourself to make them disappear. They will steal your voice if you don’t.

The fear of coming face to face with a Kalikandjaro and losing my voice made my heart beat in my throat. My thoughts trembled during the twelve coldest nights of the year leading to Christmas.  I placed my hands above the crackling fire in our fireplace and reminded myself that I lived in a safe, warm world. I had to look after my baby sister when my parents were busy or away. When she fell asleep in her cot, her rosy face lost in dreams as sweet and soft as candy floss, I envied her bliss. I couldn’t move in the house without seeing their shadows on the living room curtains, without hearing their hooves on the stone kitchen floor or their high-pitched voices in the creak of kitchen cupboards opening and closing.

Odd Numbers by James Odunsi

Odd Numbers MP3

Read by Sophie Cartman

“Two oat milk vanilla iced lattes, please. Double shots.”

“Two iced lattes … anything else I can get for you today?” The barista looked around – presumably for the recipient of the second coffee.

“Nope, just those, thanks.”

“And the name?”

“Olivia, thanks…” she looked at his name tag, “Evan.” A good name, nice and even. She looked down again, and a packet of cookies caught her eye: ‘JUST 80 CALORIES’ they claimed, and there were two of them. “Actually, I’ll have these as well.” she said, sliding them onto the counter.

Tethered Crowns by Kariny Vee

Tethered Crowns MP3

Read by DK Ugonna

The capital of the Mainland was changing. Something was amiss.

The wooden sign carved with 'Rika’s Salts' loomed over Saphyre’s head with an unnerving stillness. Where was the wind? She dabbed at the sweat trickling down her neck and tugged the hood of her cloak down, one of the ends snagging painfully on her left horn.

The months of summer would start to fade in the coming weeks, but the heat would cling to the streets in puffs for another fortnight. She eyed the frilled dress of a sorceress scuttling through the streets, the material light enough to sway with every whisper of a phantom breeze. It was a luxury she could not afford; no, she was safer with her frayed cloak and ash-coated fingernails.

Latest event: THERE & BACK, Tuesday 14th June at 7.30pm

OUR NEXT EVENT IS WOMEN & GIRLS ON TUESDAY 9TH AUGUST.

SUBMISSIONS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN

 

In flaming June, we presented tales of travel to take you from the frozen lakes of Hell to the sweltering cities of North Africa, via Northern Ireland, fantasy-world theme parks, a trip up the Amazon and a slip back in time.
Destinations included: The Yorkshire Dales, Alexandria, Hades, Narnia, Belfast, central Guatelumbia.
Methods of travel: On foot, Charon's ferry, Egyptian microbus, Gerry's Famous Belfast Taxi Tour, Spanish galleon & stolen unicorn. 

 

Latest event: COLOUR & VISION, Tuesday 12th April

On Tuesday 12th April (also our 15th birthday, btw) we showcased work by writers of colour with a superb selection of brand-new stories. in genres from contemporary comedy to folk-horror, dromestic drama to dark fantasy. 

We travelled from "NHS mosh pit" to Chinese restaurant, psychiatrist's office to a city of sorcerers - and met the terrifying, hoofed kalikandjari ...

As usual, all the stories were recorded and are on our YouTube playlist here, and our podcast here.

Guest judge Catherine Menon, author of the award-nominated Fragile Monsters, joined us too!

WINNING STORIES for COLOUR & VISION

Dragon Blood, Pig Heart by Junyi Chew, read by Rebecca Yeo

Tethered Crowns by Kariny Vee, read by DK Ugonna

Saturday Nights Have Changed by Soraya Berry, read by Aren Devlin

Odd Numbers by James Odunsi, read by Sophie Cartman

How to Keep them Away by Nora Nadjarian, read by Jasmine Raymond

General info for our events

Tickets cost £5 each and are limited to 50. The Facebook event is here. If you want to book multiple tickets, please do so by clicking the orangey-yellow DONATE button (top right, above) and donating £5 for 1, £10 for 2 tickets etc. Doors will open at 6.30 for a 7.30pm start, we'll have an interval at around 8.30, and the show usually finishes up around 9.30pm after which the bar will be open until (at least) 11pm. 

The venue is the basement bar, downstairs at:
The Phoenix pub
37 Cavendish Square,
London W1G 0PP (tube: Oxford Circus).
Access info: stairs down to the basement, no lift unfortunately.

More details below - and if you still have any questions just email us at liars@liarsleague.com

Never Look A Gift Donkey in the Mouth by Callum Jacobs

Read by Claire Louise Amias

When I returned home on that Friday evening, the day after our first date, and I found the bunch of tulips behind the recycling bin, I was thrilled. Let me be clear, I’m not the kind of girl who’s particularly impressed by romantic gestures, and I’m pretty much ambivalent when it comes to flowers in general, but honestly it made my day. It had been a bastard of a week; my year nine bottom set had been behaving like absolute monsters, the head of department had been whining at me about the reports for my GCSE class which were now a full week late, and some total bellend had stolen my World’s Best Teacher mug. To be fair, there are a few of them floating around the staffroom, but still, you don’t touch a colleague’s mug - that’s the first thing they teach you on your PGCE for fuck’s sake.

Let There Be Tigers by Sara Corris

Read by Andrea Hall

I’m not thinking about you, Ian.

I haven’t spent this sleepless night playing “How Soon Is Now” on a continuous loop and alternately missing you so much it makes my chest ache, and wanting you here so I can scream at you until my throat bleeds.

#

I check whether anyone’s gotten back to me on my manuscript. Nada.

If I get my book published, he’ll like me again. Wanna fuck me and stuff. Or at least talk to me.

 

Just Not Cricket by Sophie Bloom

Just Not Cricket MP3

Read by Gloria Sanders

I’d genuinely decided there were no nice men left in London, possibly the world, before I met Mark: that they’d all been snapped up or kidnapped or something. And then Mark happened.

Full disclosure: I’d been stood up the night we met. It was Friday and the pub was heaving: I was glaring into my phone, thinking about hunting down Johnny No-Show from Tinder and possibly killing him with an axe, when Mark asked if he could join me. I didn’t really want company, not even Johnny No-Show – in fact, especially not that prick – but I mumbled OK and he sat down. 

The Welsden Herald Hedge Witch by Liam Hogan

Read by Carrie Cohen

“Hello?”

“Ah, um, is this ...?” The voice of a mouse, ringing the doorbell of the neighbourhood cat, and hoping they don't answer. “Is that ... the gardener?”

“Yes dear, this is Agnes Rose, The Welsden Herald's Gardening Agony Aunt. Do you have a horticultural conundrum for me?”

“Are you ...?” The voice drifted, before coming back with something like renewed confidence. “Are you also known as the green-fingered witch?”

Understanding by Hannah Hoare

Read by Stephen Butterton

As the howl of the siren for Daily Communion ebbed away, she removed her fingers from her ears. Through the thick glass dome, she could see far across the desert city: the pyramid temple with its needle-sharp spire; houses of varying heights, with their own glass domes housing home-cultivated spandle plant, turnaberry, blue-leafed leet. Beyond this the desert, and above, the pale green sky flecked with diamond day-stars. She wanted Father with her.

Usually she preferred the solitude of the dome, but after the news this morning, his cool blue body beside her would have provided some comfort. However, even today, he could not miss Communion. The sky shifted from pale green to a deep teal. The stars grew brighter.

As the hands on her wrist-timer reached the twenty-fifth hour, Father knocked softly, then came up through the hatch. His black eyes glistened. “They have come.”

Good Enough to Eat by Helen Morris

Good Enough to Eat MP3

Read by Patsy Prince - full podcast here

I fell in love with him over pudding. Not dessert. I am not a woman who would eat a dessert. I would desert a dessert. I am a pudding woman. A woman who wields a spoon, not a fork. Forks can fork off.

Things had started well. He had chosen the pork terrine as a starter.  A brave and bold choice.  I like a man who isn’t afraid of a good bit of pork.  He ate it with gusto. I smiled.

Last event: ROMANCE & REVENGE, Tue 8th February, 7.30pm

LATEST EVENT: Romance & Revenge was our February fiction night, held at The Phoenix, W1.

Six stories of carnal consumption, gift donkeys, morality apps, tender tales of human love in an alien world, foul-mouthed ghosts, vengeful exes and magical lady-gardens. Plus our romance (& revenge)-themed book quiz and FREE Lovehearts for every audience member - all for the heartwarming price of £5.

Podcast here & here: Romance & Revenge Podcast

YouTube playlist here. 

WINNING STORIES FOR ROMANCE & REVENGE

Good Enough to Eat by Helen Morris NEW AUTHOR, read by Patsy Prince

Just Not Cricket by Sophie Bloom, read by Gloria Sanders

Never Look a Gift Donkey in the Mouth by Callum Jacobs, read by Claire Louise Amias

The Welsden Herald Hedge Witch by Liam Hogan, read by Carrie Cohen

Understanding by Hannah Hoare, read by Stephen Butterton

Let there be Tigers by Sara Corris NEW AUTHOR, read by Andrea Hall