March 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
On the evening of the 24th February, in a small cafe in Falmouth, while other people were feasting on pancakes a small group of writers, readers and listeners gathered. The order of the day? To spend a few hours with a glass of wine hearing people read their own words out loud. With a fallen […]
read onMarch 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
Drumming on the wings of eternity, the auburn warrior clambers through urban forests to finally reach the sea. He momentarily waits in the glimmering sunshine, besides palms and rock pools. The Sun chants its radiating heat like thunder, whilst the dormant sea crackles upon the shore; an orchestra of clapping clams, singing shellfish and muted […]
read onMarch 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
The TV flickers as I drive down into the valley. It always loses reception here – people going about their daily lives on screen jittering and fading. A brief break from the banality that rattles out day and night. I look in my rear view mirror. Too eager, too early. She won’t have found me, […]
read onMarch 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
Schrodinger’s House Plant ‘You can’t say precisely how the damn thing grew. It had leaves, it had blooms, it had roots, it just didn’t have any visible structure. It was simply undetectable to the eye. Either its constituent parts were too small, or they reflected things in such a way that all light appeared to […]
read onMarch 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
He awoke, bruised and bloodied. Lying naked on the ground, a spasm wracked his body. He felt cold and pain, coursing through his body for the first time. Disorientated, he tried to stand. To begin with, he had no idea who he was, or what had happened to him. Without the familiar weight of his […]
read onMarch 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
By day, Edgar, a remarkable young man, worked as a fish gutter and filleter down at Newlyn fish market. It was almost an obligatory profession as his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him had all been fish gutters and filliters. Some say the family tradition went back to […]
read onMarch 3rd, 2009 | published in Volume IV: New Order
Dusty tarmac slides under the turquoise frame of my new BMX and I smile at how my baby pink t-shirt compliments it casually, like it’s an accident they were put together. Behind me Dad’s chatting about something or other. “I just wish you wouldn’t be so rude to her, Lanks. You could at least pretend […]
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Telltales is the bi-monthly night for readers, writers and listeners. Whether it's short stories, novel extracts, poetry or prose this is your chance to get it out. And if you are keen to hear what Cornwall’s writing scene has to say for itself, come along and listen - all ears welcome.
