Showcase
The Literary Consultancy is excited to be working on an innovative showcase for its writing talent, initially in association with Staple Magazine. See TLC Showcase Introduction for more on the inception of the Showcase and please see below for where it is now.
Once a month we will highlight the work of one author whose work we believe deserves a platform, whether simply because our readers felt it worth championing, or whether we have helped the writer on to commercial publication.
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Gayathiri Kamalakanthan
“You wake up and think of her. Try not to check your phone till you’ve had a cup of tea. A bowl of cereal. You tell yourself that having a decent breakfast, having yourself a full stomach means you’re more likely to pick up the phone, call her in good spirits.”
From ‘Poetry Extract’– included in the showcase
Previous Showcase Authors
Romalyn Ante
“This is the most important secret my father told me: Whenever you are lost, you must turn your shirt inside out.” Extract from ‘Way Back Home’ – included in the
Maán Jalal
“Noor’s mother wore black and the air was scented with gardenias when they stepped out of the house. They crossed the road holding hands, making their way to Uncle Ali’s
Anne Goodwin
“I put my eye to the peephole and flick the switch on the wall. Inside the room, the ceiling light beams on the grass-green carpet dotted with daisies and on
Bethan James
“Empress Cixi was a woman on a mission, but onlookers in the palace gardens would not have guessed this from the delicate footsteps she took in her silk shoes. The
Alice Burnett
“Over the previous few days, Leonie had asked Venus questions in bursts. Where was Daddy, when was he going to stop being dead, why was he dead, what was dead.
Alick Glass
“He had always felt more Scottish than Jewish. For his Barmitvah he had learned the Hebrew texts. He had attended synagogue on high festivals, but generated paternal displeasure when he
Henry Fry
“I looked at the ticket on my phone again, at the spirals spinning around the castle on the island, then looked back at the real thing. It was all starting
TLC Pen Factor winner special – Neema Shah
“Asha walked out towards the vast water, stretching so far that it looked more like an ocean. She’d met Pran for the first time by Lake Victoria, down by Entebbe.
Tia Williams
“Feet first. I supposed that would be the way to do it, the way that made the most sense. I could visualise myself curling my fingers around the handle of
Akeem Balogun
“She watched with her hands holding onto her knees and her legs tightly closed. As the minutes passed her lips dried, and she started to feel uncomfortable in her chair,
Liz Coward
“For two years, we’d been meticulously drilled on how to respond when we were under fire. We’d practiced with the Queen’s firing blanks at us while our sergeant majors screamed,
Maeve Clarke
“All their mother’s warnings about what a dangerous place it was and how they should always keep away from it, flashed through Inez’s head. Up close, she could see how
Bernard Hall
“Lorraine unlocked the car doors and they climbed in. A nervous passenger at best, Miss Perfect could only hope that Lorraine’s driving might prove more sensible, more sedate, than some
Elizabeth J. Jones
“A small girl had darted out from the trees, made her way barefoot to the bay and then clambered onto the jagged rocks as easily as if she was wearing
Sheila Chapman
“Taksheel looked resigned. It was the conclusion he had reached himself but to have it set forth like this made it seem absolute. He felt grief for the future that
Sabo Kpade
“I hurried to the veranda and found him in a tangle with Amarya. I didn’t rush to intervene, unclear as to what exactly was happening. Muri was trying to free
Jane Liffen
“I go to fetch more water but I am thinking about the picture. In the black and white photograph, Auntie Pat’s lips are the same shade as the toffee apples.
TLC Pen Factor Special
“He’d check for signs of life in a moment. For now though, he just sat. As the floodwaters of adrenalin subsided, the familiar sense of wretchedness was once again exposed.
Anna Mazzola
“Miss Sowerton stopped before a black door and produced a large key. A rumbling came from within the lock as the key turned, and Sarah had the sudden idea of
Julia Webb
“There is faraway bird-call, the startled flap of a fresh waked pigeon, A deer eye appears, and vanishes back into shadow.” Extract from poetry collection ‘Bird Sisters’ – included