Liars' League

Aelwyd by Lianne Warr

Read by David Mildon (5th story in podcast, at 1hXXmin, here) *Aelwyd: Welsh for hearth, and for home.

Braith fills her lungs with the chill morning air, petrichor on the breeze. She avoids slipping on the icy path winding to the cottage doorstep (thanks to those sturdy legs; that broad, stomping gait). To her left, there is lavender — a solitary bee braving the frost. A gold-speckled moth flickers between the dwindling mint and hardy rosemary on her right. Raised in an underground world, Braith has yet to learn the names for perfumed plants, or creatures that flutter. Her fingers find their way to the moon of her scalp and worry at the few downy tufts left there. She takes another breath and paints on a smile, careful to cover her missing teeth.

The Visit by Marta Patiño

Read by Carrie Cohen (2nd story in podcast, at 16min 30s, here)

Cassandra could not explain why she was compelled to visit Chance House. Or why she had dreamt of the grand estate, seeming to know its every corner. She looked out from her bedroom window as stars clung to the waning night. The last fragments of a dream darted away like silver fish, replaced by a childhood memory of grey stone walls etched with moss, and a line of windows like a hound baring its teeth. Cassandra was practically a stranger to Chance House, her mother’s childhood home, though she knew well where the long driveway began. She scanned the lacework of trees, trying to locate the dwelling that lay beyond the fields and woods.

It was true the house had been in her thoughts of late. The property had lain empty for months, and had been recently inherited by Mr Kitto, who had left his mines in Northumberland to take up residence there. No doubt she was curious about meeting her cousins.

Looking for Matti by Grace Andreacchi

Read by Sarah Barlex (5th story in podcast, at 1hXXmin, here)

It was Christmas in Berlin. Lise had come alone on the train from London because there was no one who might have come with her. Everywhere in the streets the smell of burning, mingled with the sickly sweet odour of death. Piles of ash appeared solid as mountains but dissolved at the touch of a hand, collapsed in upon themselves, then scattered white wraiths of cloud upon the wind. In place of buildings were towers of broken rubble from which the wreckage of life protruded – a picture of an alpine landscape upon a half-burnt wall, a bathtub, white and glistening, swaying like an exotic fruit upon a stem of twisted lead piping, somebody’s leg still wearing half a pair of military trousers: further down the street, a pair of calcified boots. Lise was in Berlin, looking for Matti. The streets were nearly empty of people, the few she passed like evil ghosts swathed in black rags; thin and shivering, they stared after her with dull eyes.

Tripping the Light Fantastic by Matt Barnard

Read by Stephen Butterton (1st story in podcast, at XXmin, here)

When he got off at St Paul's, the station was deserted apart from a few discarded copies of the Evening Standard that skittered along the platform as the train pulled away. Earlier that night, it would have been packed, suits standing three deep, waiting to squeeze into trains already jammed with bodies. Now the only signs of life were the tiny brown packages that raced from the wall to the edge of the platform then disappeared over the side.

This is what Charlie wanted, for the whole City to be deserted so that he could go about his business undisturbed. It had taken months of planning, and he'd had to wait until exactly the right night, which happened to be a Friday in mid-December, bitterly cold but with almost no wind, which was the most important thing.

Donkey Tom by David McGrath

Read by Jamie Laird (6th story in podcast, at 1hXXmin, here)

While Tom Phelan froze to death out the back of his pub on Christmas Eve, Tom Phelan became not too happy with the story of Tom Phelan, Tom Phelan unable to comprehend just whatinthefuck happened. One minute he’d bought a thriving pub back when small pubs thrived, was proposing to the prettiest girl in Ballybalt on its opening night as Phelan’s, and a minute later, all of a sudden, Tom Phelan was back from honeymooning in Rome and the whole town was sniggering at him and fucking his wife, Tom Phelan sleeping on sheets crusted with the spunk of every man from Dungarven to Carrickbeg.

Christmas Show: HEARTH & HOME, Tue 12 Dec at The Wheatsheaf

 

 

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT TAKES PLACE UPSTAIRS AT THE WHEATSHEAF, FITZROVIA, NOT OUR USUAL VENUE OF THE PHOENIX

 

From glowing hearths to snowy bloodbaths, we've a stocking stuffed full of festive fiction for you to enjoy at our final event of the year, HEARTH & HOME, upstairs at the historic Wheatsheaf pub (25 Rathbone Place, just off Tottenham Court Road) at 7.30pm (doors at 6.30) on Tuesday 12th December.

 

Our six specially-written short stories will whisk you to war-torn Berlin, sinister mansion Chance House, and the worst pub in Ireland, and you can meet Welsh witches, secret base-jumpers and an alcoholic reindeer. PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant books to win, and free mince pies for all!

 

WINNING STORIES for HEARTH & HOME

 

"Aelwyd" by Lianne Warr *NEW AUTHOR* read by David Mildon

 

"Looking for Matti" by Grace Andreacchi *NEW AUTHOR* read by Sarah Barlex

 

"The Visit" by Marta Patiño *NEW AUTHOR* read by Carrie Cohen (MVP Acting 2023)

 

"Red Nose" by Rhys Timson (MVP Writing 2023), read by Zach Harrison

 

"Tripping the Light Fantastic" by Matt Barnard, read by Stephen Butterton

 

"Donkey Tom" by David McGrath, read by Jamie Laird

 

Fancy coming along? The Wheatsheaf is smaller than our usual venue and tickets are STRICTLY LIMITED to 40 so if you want to come, please please do book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP. 

 

SOLD OUT

Tuesday 12th December, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Upstairs at The Wheatsheaf 
25 Rathbone Place (off Tottenham Court Road)

London, W1T 1JB

 

Nearest tubes: Tottenham Court Road (3 min) then Goodge Street (4 min) then Oxford Circus (6 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

 

 

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT TAKES PLACE UPSTAIRS AT THE WHEATSHEAF, FITZROVIA, NOT OUR USUAL VENUE OF THE PHOENIX

 

From glowing hearths to snowy bloodbaths, we've a stocking stuffed full of festive fiction for you to enjoy at our final event of the year, HEARTH & HOME, upstairs at the historic Wheatsheaf pub (25 Rathbone Place, just off Tottenham Court Road) at 7.30pm (doors at 6.30) on Tuesday 12th December.

 

Our six specially-written short stories will whisk you to war-torn Berlin, sinister mansion Chance House, and the worst pub in Ireland, and you can meet Welsh witches, secret base-jumpers and an alcoholic reindeer. PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant books to win, and free mince pies for all!

 

WINNING STORIES for HEARTH & HOME

 

"Aelwyd" by Lianne Warr *NEW AUTHOR* read by David Mildon

 

"Looking for Matti" by Grace Andreacchi *NEW AUTHOR* read by Sarah Barlex

 

"The Visit" by Marta Patiño *NEW AUTHOR* read by Carrie Cohen (MVP Acting 2023)

 

"Red Nose" by Rhys Timson (MVP Writing 2023), read by Zach Harrison

 

"Tripping the Light Fantastic" by Matt Barnard, read by Stephen Butterton

 

"Donkey Tom" by David McGrath, read by Jamie Laird

 

Fancy coming along? The Wheatsheaf is smaller than our usual venue and tickets are STRICTLY LIMITED to 40 so if you want to come, please please do book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP. 

 

SOLD OUT

Tuesday 12th December, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Upstairs at The Wheatsheaf 
25 Rathbone Place (off Tottenham Court Road)

London, W1T 1JB

 

Nearest tubes: Tottenham Court Road (3 min) then Goodge Street (4 min) then Oxford Circus (6 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

 

 

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT TAKES PLACE UPSTAIRS AT THE WHEATSHEAF, FITZROVIA, NOT OUR USUAL VENUE OF THE PHOENIX

 

From glowing hearths to snowy bloodbaths, we've a stocking stuffed full of festive fiction for you to enjoy at our final event of the year, HEARTH & HOME, upstairs at the historic Wheatsheaf pub (25 Rathbone Place, just off Tottenham Court Road) at 7.30pm (doors at 6.30) on Tuesday 12th December.

 

Our six specially-written short stories will whisk you to war-torn Berlin, sinister mansion Chance House, and the worst pub in Ireland, and you can meet Welsh witches, secret base-jumpers and an alcoholic reindeer. PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant books to win, and free mince pies for all!

 

WINNING STORIES for HEARTH & HOME

 

"Aelwyd" by Lianne Warr *NEW AUTHOR* read by David Mildon

 

"Looking for Matti" by Grace Andreacchi *NEW AUTHOR* read by Sarah Barlex

 

"The Visit" by Marta Patiño *NEW AUTHOR* read by Carrie Cohen (MVP Acting 2023)

 

"Red Nose" by Rhys Timson (MVP Writing 2023), read by Zach Harrison

 

"Tripping the Light Fantastic" by Matt Barnard, read by Stephen Butterton

 

"Donkey Tom" by David McGrath, read by Jamie Laird

 

Fancy coming along? The Wheatsheaf is smaller than our usual venue and tickets are STRICTLY LIMITED to 40 so if you want to come, please please do book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP. 

 

SOLD OUT

Tuesday 12th December, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Upstairs at The Wheatsheaf 
25 Rathbone Place (off Tottenham Court Road)

London, W1T 1JB

 

Nearest tubes: Tottenham Court Road (3 min) then Goodge Street (4 min) then Oxford Circus (6 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

SOLD OUT

Tuesday 12th December, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Upstairs at The Wheatsheaf 
25 Rathbone Place (off Tottenham Court Road)

London, W1T 1JB

 

Nearest tubes: Tottenham Court Road (3 min) then Goodge Street (4 min) then Oxford Circus (6 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

SOLD OUT

Tuesday 12th December, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Upstairs at The Wheatsheaf 
25 Rathbone Place (off Tottenham Court Road)

London, W1T 1JB

 

Nearest tubes: Tottenham Court Road (3 min) then Goodge Street (4 min) then Oxford Circus (6 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

 

Nearest tubes: Tottenham Court Road (3 min) then Goodge Street (4 min) then Oxford Circus (6 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

When duppy does come, who are you? by Clarissa Angus

Read by Sophie Cartman (final story in podcast, here - find it at 1:30:10)

Under an obsidian sky with no stars, Kiyane crouches by the chicken coop in the yard behind mistress house. She doesn’t know what to do. Going back inside might mean she would dead. Hiding in the yard might see her get catch and could dead, too. She covers her ears, but that does no good. She can still hear every dying scream of her kin, the other folks trapped inside the house, before they fall away, leaving only the creeping silence of their killer.

When duppy come, you should run ‘way
When duppy come, them nah speak but them stay
Duppy is mean, but duppy is few
When duppy does come, who are you?

Skinning the Cat by Lanay Griessner

Read by Silas Hawkins (5th story in podcast, here)

I’m sorry I'm late, but skinning the cat took longer than I had expected. People always say that there is more than one way to skin a cat, but it's a lie. There is only one way to skin a cat: a progressive lifting and separating motion, like peeling a ripe avocado with a spoon. 

I honestly should have known better. It's not the first time I've done it. I spent my whole Anatomy course stooped over a formaldehyde-soaked cat carcass wrapped up in a garbage bag for safe keeping. I still remember my astonishment looking down into the body when I remembered that this moist bunch of deflated balloons was once coughing up hairballs. I also remember that if you pulled on a tendon with the surgical equivalent of a crochet hook you could make the paw twitch. Memories.

By the Flower, not the Axe by Leila Murton Poole

Read by Clareine Cronin (fifth story in podcast, here, at 55:15)

The King always has blood beneath his fingernails. It is all I think about as he touches me, clumsily, with bloated hands that struggle to obey his desires. Rusty flakes crumble onto my skin, the dried blood of hunted deer and boar though they may as well belong to one of my predecessors. Henry sees his wives as dispensable, to serve his purpose and nothing more. The ghosts of his beheaded wives surround the bed, chanting a word that drowns out his grunts of carnal desire.

Run.

Come Find Me, by Pat Black

Read by Lisa Rose (second story in podcast, here)

Put your hands over your eyes and count to ten.

No peeking; not even a tiny bit. Block out the light. Don’t let in enough to see red at the edges.

That’s your flesh, you know. That’s your blood. The dark bit in the middle? That’s your bones.

I’ll be around the trees somewhere. You need to know, not just where to look, but how to look. This deep in the forest, light plays tricks. I could be standing right in front of you. You wouldn’t know. I’m hard to see, and I’m even harder to catch. No-one’s caught me yet. Would you like to know how?

Be Lucky, Girls by Hannah Downes

Read by Lucy Mabbitt (first story in podcast: click here)

Esme’s heart beats so quickly that even super fast songs, 160 beats per minute, sound as though they’re in slow motion.

My pulse could outrun anything, she thinks to herself as she lies awake each night, her bedsheets palpitating in time with the blood pumping fast through her veins.

The thought that her pulse could outrun anything is something of a comfort to Esme when she reads news headlines, daily, about women being raped, murdered, deleted from her city. And yet she still cannot will herself to close both eyes.

Halloween special: DOOM & GLOOM, Tuesday 10th October, 7.30pm ******* NOW AT THE ALBANY, GREAT PORTLAND STREET, W1W *******

 

 

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT IS NOW AT THE ALBANY, GREAT PORTLAND STREET, NOT OUR USUAL VENUE OF THE PHOENIX

 

As the season of spectres & sepulchres lurches ever-closer, chains rattling, we're chilled to announce the winning stories for our Doom & Gloom pre-Halloween special on Tuesday 10th October! Deep in the shadow-draped basement bar of The Albany, Great Portland Street lurk Caribbean monsters, ghostly queens, sinister stews, murderous whales, headless women & a deadly game of hide-and-seek - & for just £5, you can join them ... if you dare! 

 

WINNING STORIES for DM & GLM

 

"Be Lucky, Girls" by Hannah Downes, read by Lucy Mabbitt

"When Duppy does come, who are you?" by Clarissa Angus, read by Sophie Cartman

"Skinning the Cat" by Lanay Griessner, read by Silas Hawkins

"Come Find Me" by Pat Black, read by Lisa Rose

"The Whale, in Six Parts" by Maria Kyle, read by Thomas Delacourt

"By the Flower, not the Axe" by Leila Murton Poole, read by Clareine Cronin

 

Fancy coming along on Tuesday 10th October? Book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP if you want the best seats - PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant weird & horror fiction to win, and free Halloween candy for all!

 

Tuesday 10th October, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Downstairs at The Albany (basement bar)
240 Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QU

 

Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street (1 min) then Regent Street (2 min) then Warren Street (5 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

 

 

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT IS NOW AT THE ALBANY, GREAT PORTLAND STREET, NOT OUR USUAL VENUE OF THE PHOENIX

 

As the season of spectres & sepulchres lurches ever-closer, chains rattling, we're chilled to announce the winning stories for our Doom & Gloom pre-Halloween special on Tuesday 10th October! Deep in the shadow-draped basement bar of The Albany, Great Portland Street lurk Caribbean monsters, ghostly queens, sinister stews, murderous whales, headless women & a deadly game of hide-and-seek - & for just £5, you can join them ... if you dare! 

 

WINNING STORIES for DM & GLM

 

"Be Lucky, Girls" by Hannah Downes, read by Lucy Mabbitt

"When Duppy does come, who are you?" by Clarissa Angus, read by Sophie Cartman

"Skinning the Cat" by Lanay Griessner, read by Silas Hawkins

"Come Find Me" by Pat Black, read by Lisa Rose

"The Whale, in Six Parts" by Maria Kyle, read by Thomas Delacourt

"By the Flower, not the Axe" by Leila Murton Poole, read by Clareine Cronin

 

Fancy coming along on Tuesday 10th October? Book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP if you want the best seats - PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant weird & horror fiction to win, and free Halloween candy for all!

 

Tuesday 10th October, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Downstairs at The Albany (basement bar)
240 Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QU

 

Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street (1 min) then Regent Street (2 min) then Warren Street (5 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

 

 

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT IS NOW AT THE ALBANY, GREAT PORTLAND STREET, NOT OUR USUAL VENUE OF THE PHOENIX

 

As the season of spectres & sepulchres lurches ever-closer, chains rattling, we're chilled to announce the winning stories for our Doom & Gloom pre-Halloween special on Tuesday 10th October! Deep in the shadow-draped basement bar of The Albany, Great Portland Street lurk Caribbean monsters, ghostly queens, sinister stews, murderous whales, headless women & a deadly game of hide-and-seek - & for just £5, you can join them ... if you dare! 

 

WINNING STORIES for DM & GLM

 

"Be Lucky, Girls" by Hannah Downes, read by Lucy Mabbitt

"When Duppy does come, who are you?" by Clarissa Angus, read by Sophie Cartman

"Skinning the Cat" by Lanay Griessner, read by Silas Hawkins

"Come Find Me" by Pat Black, read by Lisa Rose

"The Whale, in Six Parts" by Maria Kyle, read by Thomas Delacourt

"By the Flower, not the Axe" by Leila Murton Poole, read by Clareine Cronin

 

Fancy coming along on Tuesday 10th October? Book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP if you want the best seats - PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant weird & horror fiction to win, and free Halloween candy for all!

 

Tuesday 10th October, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Downstairs at The Albany (basement bar)
240 Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QU

 

Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street (1 min) then Regent Street (2 min) then Warren Street (5 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

Tuesday 10th October, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Downstairs at The Albany (basement bar)
240 Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QU

 

Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street (1 min) then Regent Street (2 min) then Warren Street (5 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

Tuesday 10th October, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

Downstairs at The Albany (basement bar)
240 Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QU

 

Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street (1 min) then Regent Street (2 min) then Warren Street (5 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

Downstairs at The Albany (basement bar)
240 Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QU

 

Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street (1 min) then Regent Street (2 min) then Warren Street (5 min)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

While You Were Sleeping by Alyson Tait

To listen to actress Lucy Mabbitt reading the story, click here: While You Were Sleeping MP3

I let my head fall against the chair's faded leather upholstery. "Today would be the second anniversary of our first date. A year ago, you argued that I mis-remembered. My name came out of your mouth every fifth word like 'Molly' was suddenly a vulgar swear."

I listen to the ventilator for a moment and scoff. "You know, Hannah … I remembered all of our anniversaries. I remember that it took you six full months to agree that we were official. Another three to meet your parents."

Silence greets me -- as usual. "You'd never admit it, but I always suspected I'm your first girlfriend."

A frog jumps into my throat, and for a minute, it's hard to speak.

"Do you remember how long the two of us sat in that corner booth? Our drinks ran dry, and that dinky light bulb blew out. It took forty minutes for our waitress to notice."

Saltwater by Sally Wild

Guilt is a hunter. Love is a warrior. Sorrow is a stranger.  Solitude is a face glimpsed in a crowd and then gone forever. Knowledge is a ray of light in the darkness. Confusion is a twat.

I stand at the edge of the sea. I feel sad. At the edge of the sea, where the water meets the land, where the land meets the water, I stand, and experience the emotion of sadness. I listen to the gentle roar and rush of the sea, the quiet but persistent rush and roar that is the sea’s roaring rush, its rushing roar. Now I know sadness and now I know the sea. The sea, the sound, the sadness, the pebbles on the beach. How many pebbles? Impossible to count them, but I know – I know – it must be more than twelve.

Absence Episodes by Darinka Aleksic

Read by Claire Lacey

Sandra found out she was pregnant early on, when “your baby is approximately the size of a blueberry”. She’d never bothered with books when she was expecting the girls, it had all just happened. But it was different this time round. By the time the baby was size of a large plum, Barry had already fucked off, and she’d spent the weeks between grapefruit and watermelon entirely by herself.

Dave was on the scene by the time they stopped measuring babies by fruit.

What size was Ryan then? she wondered, as she sat in the darkness of the car park. Six months old. Christmas turkey for 20, maybe. Hefty.

The Wolf's Daughter by Mina Ma

Read by Carrie Cohen

Red is quite the storyteller. 

‘There was a deafening roar as it charged out of the undergrowth, coming right at me, straight for my pale throat ...’

She’s told this same story to locals and tourists alike over the years – while Apple gurgled in a basket at her feet; while Apple toddled in between the chairs and legs of audience members who pinched her cheeks; while Apple played hide and seek with her own shadow. Red tells it, now, beside the inn’s glowing fireplace, while Apple serves drinks behind the bar.

Imprisoned, We Dream of Flight by Katie Lewis

Read by Lin Sagovsky

When Abbie summons me, she offers up her soul to destroy everything.

Laughing, I decline. “I’m a fallen angel,” I say, gesturing to my missing wings. “Exiled to Hell for greed. But one day, I’ll be freed and the world will be mine to play with.” I grin, showing teeth. “I need it undestroyed for that to happen.”

Abbie scowls. She’s young – maybe fifteen – and exudes loathing.  “What makes you so sure you’ll be freed?”

I shrug, glancing around what seems to be her bedroom. It’s oddly bare. “Humans worked out how to summon us from Hell,” I say. “Eventually, one will work out how to free me entirely, in return for something they think they need.” I smirk. “In fact, I have some idea of how that ritual would work. You could –”

“Only if you’ll destroy everything,” she says quickly.

NEXT EVENT: Women & Girls, Tuesday 8th August

WE HAVE OUR WINNERS!

It's never an easy task, sorting the very best stories from the teetering tower of talent that is the Women & Girls submissions every year ... but we've picked our five winning stories, and they're below!

 

WINNING STORIES for WOMEN & GIRLS

 

"Absence Episodes" by Darinka Aleksic, read by Claire Lacey 
a guilty mother grapples with a terrible secret

 

"Imprisoned, We Dream of Flight" by Katie Lewis, read by Lin Sagovsky 

a fallen angel is summoned by a nihilistic teen - will redemption or destruction be the result?

 

"While You Were Sleeping" by Alyson Tait, read by Lucy Mabbitt

visiting her comatose girlfriend in hospital, our narrator reveals her dark side ...

 

"The Wolf's Daughter" by Mina Ma, read by Carrie Cohen

a raw and radical Red Riding Hood reboot from mistress of the myth-twist, Mina Ma

 

"Saltwater" by Sally Wild, read by Patsy Prince

Philosophy for Dummies & sassy surrealism beside the seaside 

 

Fancy coming along on Tuesday 8th August? Book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP if you want the best seats - and don't forget that our venue, the Phoenix, Cavendish Square, W1 also does two-for-one burgers on Tuesday nights, which is nice - PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant books by women to win, and free sweets for all!

 

Tuesday 8th August, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

The Phoenix basement bar
37 Cavendish Square, London, W1G 0PP

(nearest tube Oxford Circus)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

 

WINNING STORIES for WOMEN & GIRLS

 

"Absence Episodes" by Darinka Aleksic, read by Claire Lacey 
a guilty mother grapples with a terrible secret

 

"Imprisoned, We Dream of Flight" by Katie Lewis, read by Lin Sagovsky 

a fallen angel is summoned by a nihilistic teen - will redemption or destruction be the result?

 

"While You Were Sleeping" by Alyson Tait, read by Lucy Mabbitt

visiting her comatose girlfriend in hospital, our narrator reveals her dark side ...

 

"The Wolf's Daughter" by Mina Ma, read by Carrie Cohen

a raw and radical Red Riding Hood reboot from mistress of the myth-twist, Mina Ma

 

"Saltwater" by Sally Wild, read by Patsy Prince

Philosophy for Dummies & sassy surrealism beside the seaside 

 

Fancy coming along on Tuesday 8th August? Book your budget-friendly £5 tickets ASAP if you want the best seats - and don't forget that our venue, the Phoenix, Cavendish Square, W1 also does two-for-one burgers on Tuesday nights, which is nice - PLUS there will be our usual epic literary quiz with brilliant books by women to win, and free sweets for all!

 

Tuesday 8th August, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

The Phoenix basement bar
37 Cavendish Square, London, W1G 0PP

(nearest tube Oxford Circus)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

Tuesday 8th August, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

The Phoenix basement bar
37 Cavendish Square, London, W1G 0PP

(nearest tube Oxford Circus)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

Tuesday 8th August, 7.30pm, tickets £5 (doors open at 6.30pm)

The Phoenix basement bar
37 Cavendish Square, London, W1G 0PP

(nearest tube Oxford Circus)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

The Phoenix basement bar
37 Cavendish Square, London, W1G 0PP

(nearest tube Oxford Circus)

 

N.B. We DO now accept card payments on the door, but it's well worth booking a ticket in advance to ensure you get a table - just click here. Any questions? See below. 

The Man Downstairs by Renesha Dhanraj

Read by Anoushka Deshmukh (third story in podcast, here)

Tonight, again, Madam cannot sleep because of the rustling. Because Madam doesn’t sleep, I can’t sleep. She pulls me from my cot — a meagre straw thing pushed to the furthest corner of her bedroom — and wraps my fingers around the pinta broom. We keep the broom inside now.

Downstairs, she says.

Downstairs is the kitchen, which is where I slept before Madam got the way she is now.

A man is downstairs. A man has gotten into the kitchen because Madam left the downstairs window open, hoping that a breeze will flit its way in and soothe the overheating of ancient womanhood.

The Greater Good by Marc-Anthony Hurr

Read by Jeremiah O'Connor (third story in podcast, here)

It’s not perfect, but they’ve done it. It will be presented tomorrow by the team leader (nerdy Portuguese save-the-bees guy, remember him?). The invite has been sent out to all members of the club. See you there.

That’s what the email had said. Wilson had bum sweat, which meant he was excited. He hadn’t expected his money to deliver results so soon. Maybe ever, in truth. The door opened and in came Tiago. Small frame, kind face.

An image filled a giant screen. “Thank you for the honour of selecting me to present our project to you.” A subtle accent cradled his Queen’s English.

“Not at all Tiago. You were chosen as a consequence of your intellect and involvement in the project. Please, begin the presentation.”