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‘Magnolias’ by Bethany W. Pope – read by the author

Bethany W. Pope reads ‘Magnolias’, her short story featured in Issue Six of The Lonely Crowd. Bethany W. Pope is an award-winning writer. She received her PhD from Aberystwyth University’s Creative Writing program, and her MA from the University of Wales Trinity St David. She has published several collections of poetry: A Radiance (Cultured Llama,…

Birds. Light. Water. Sky. – Iain Robinson

On Writing ‘Dazzle’ As is so often the case when I start out towards a story, I began ‘Dazzle’ not with a study of character, or of an event, but with a strong desire to write about a place. I had, throughout the late winter and early spring of 2015, been exploring the North Norfolk…

‘The Winter Child’ by Jo Mazelis

The boy never goes outside so his skin is as pale as the moon. Beside him on the sofa, two cats are curled, one purring and rubbing its rasping tongue against his hand, its fur warm and soft, while the other is stiff and dead. The boy strokes each cat in turn. He makes no…

‘Pasterka’ by Dan Coxon

Outside The Goat’s Head he stops and spits, the ball of phlegm steaming on the frosted pavement. The bouncer eyeballs him, so Henryk pushes his tongue out between yellowed teeth. Raises a dirty middle finger, the nail cracked and bloody. A blackness swells around his heart. This is the true meaning of Christmas: drink, maybe…

‘The Woman Who Shagged Christmas’ by Camillus John

Being always so goose-pimpled, luminous and hush-hush-hushy-it’ll-be-grand, she could make him cry at the drop of an eyelash. And all because Father Apollo had spat into her mouth at choir practice once, when she was a teenager. But he couldn’t say anything to Mrs. Phelan, or Cassandra, as she liked him to call her, not…

READ BY THE AUTHOR: ‘John’ by Carla Manfredino

Carla Manfredino is currently studying for an MA in Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths in London. She also reads for The White Review and volunteers as a writing mentor at The Ministry of Stories. You can read ‘John’ in Issue Five of The Lonely Crowd, which may be purchased here. You can hear Carla Manfredino read ‘John’ at our event at The Murenger, Newport, this Wednesday Oct. 19th, 730pm. © Carla Manfredino, 2016.  

About the creation of The Codex Epiphanix

An experiment: what happens when the mind, hands, and eyes are left to their own devices? I tried not to imagine. And going backwards, I can see how somewhere in its origins, it wanted to be a map. A circle. A creation that dipped in and out of lucidity.

Online Fiction: ‘Strange Bird’ by Órfhlaith Foyle

He went downstairs, shoved the hamburgers in the oven then turned on the radio. He listened out for the news and when he heard about the woman found dead in her kitchen in somewhat suspicious circumstances. There was evidence of sustained attack but no conclusive evidence of murder. George heard his father fat-creep from the bed to the bathroom. He stared at the sun outside. It looked ordinary. His father was fat-creeping down. One step, two step, three step, four step…then eight then the slow heave of his father’s body along the hallway floor.

The Famous Man by Jo Mazelis

I wrote this story sometime between 1988 and 1990 when I was living in London and working for a number of magazines including City Limits. The subject therefore is very much influenced by the particular atmosphere of London in the late eighties. I sent the story to one competition and one magazine but was unsuccessful both times causing me to shelve it until now.

On Writing ‘For You Are Julia’

C. G. Menon I’d been living in Cambridge a few months before I took my first trip out to the fens. Living in the suburbs of the city itself had been a study in watching movement, in watching change. By contrast, the fens were a study in timelessness. There’s something terribly contemplative about a flat…

The Capital of Life

Giles Rees Ted Hughes said, ‘As an imaginative writer, my only capital is my own life.’ Though I hesitate (correctly) to mention myself next to a writer of Hughes’ stature, I know what he meant, I think. The narrator of my new story ‘Priest’ is a British guy living and working in Moscow (as I…

Notes on ‘Herr Munch Goes To The Zoo’

Diana Powell I was supposed to be writing about a shooting. A man and woman, alone in a room; a gun. The gun is fired. ‘So much blood…’ The man was Edvard Munch, painter of ‘The Scream’, one of the world’s most iconic images; the woman, Tulla Larsen, his former lover. And the blood came…

A Spring Evening with The Lonely Crowd

Do join us this Friday, May 20th for readings from Kate Hamer, Robert Minhinnick, Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch, Leila Segal, Bethany W. Pope, Zelda Chappel, Susie Wild, James Aust & Marie Gethins. Venue: Little Man Coffee Co., Cardiff. Time: 730pm. Free admission. Hosted by John Lavin.

On Writing ‘One and Only Girl’

Laura Windley One and Only Girl began life as an exercise in a long-ago workshop, and then lurked for a some time inside a folder-within-a-folder somewhere on my laptop before I rediscovered the paragraph and finally expanded it into a full story. Maybe it’s just an excuse for procrastination on my part, but my stories,…