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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Sam Genever
“‘Augustine didn’t know where they were going to sleep tonight. She couldn’t go back home with Justice. His father not knowing their whereabouts was the only advantage she had. The late morning was bright but unusually cool. The sky was a lazy powder-blue, and the streets she was walking were calm after Saturday night’s mischief. She stuffed her handbag with nappies and a bottle. She threw a few things into a small backpack, picked her baby up in a hurry and ran from her boyfriend’s house, while he was at the grocery store getting a roast. There wasn’t enough time to search his house for money. They had to get out.
From ‘The Day She Disappeared’ – included in the showcase
Previous Showcase Authors
Julia Ross
“I remember tiny pin-points of calm when I looked into his eyes. There are moments of unendurable love amid all the blackness. My mother said I was exhausted. The health
Sarah Butler
“Time will catch up with you, she tells me – by which she means I should get on and have kids before my ovaries dry up. You did the right
Pete Smith
“I was born south of the river in Brixton in the 1950s, well-before it was mockneyfied by the arriveste sons and daughters of Britain’s white middle class in their holy
Philip Makatrewicz
“Ibimina’s husband has come once again to call. He must want something – a toad does not run in the daytime for nothing.” Extract from ‘Ibimina’ – included in the
Ruby Cowling
“Behind these fences are big houses; the houses of plump-skinned people who soften their problems by bathing them in money. You are half the height of their garden gates. A
Adam Courtenay
“In 1542, Spanish conquistadors travelled east from the Peruvian colony of Quito, over the high range of its active volcanoes, across its high passes and wild stony uplands to seek
San Cassimally
“I experimented with two pebbles in my mouth to puff my cheeks up a tad, but gave up on the idea suspecting that to an observant eye such as his
Nicholas Lim
Dudec nodded. He fluttered a hand. “This could be something new!” “Rafal, when you hear hoof beats,” Garrett held up her knife like a warning finger, “Think horses before zebras.”
Suhel Ahmed
“‘That’s when I made the mistake,’ Amina exclaimed. ‘I should have taken the money and moved to a Bengali community, somewhere in Tower Hamlets, Coventry, Luton or Leicester. It’s so
Terry Cudbird
“I have now reached the age when I have to choose between sex and walking. I cannot indulge in both,” he told me. He was whimsical on the subject of
