Pitch to Win 2023 Longlist

Many thanks and well done to everyone who sent in the pitch of the novel they’d like to write with us on the Novel Creator Course. We really enjoyed reading them all!

Congrats to the writers of the following novels that have gone through to our longlist!

Longlist

  • An Inconvenient Human
  • Blessed Women
  • Child’s Play
  • Delusion
  • Friends on Fire
  • Letters to My Future Self
  • Libertatia
  • Orcaville
  • Perotine
  • The Bruise on the Water
  • The Entry, a Crash Course in Scouse
  • The Old Tobacconist’s
  • The Post Box
  • The Providence Web
  • The Stars Are Not Enough
  • Very Bad Things
  • Where We Kept the Light
  • Wren
  • Your Self Again

Good luck for the next round everyone! We will be announcing the shortlist soon!

Opening Lines Contest 2023 Shortlist

Well done again to all who were longlisted in this year’s novel opening competition. We’ve read them all again and again and now have our shortlist – congrats to the writers of the following novels!

Shortlisted Novels

  • A Murder of Crows
  • Bali 530780
  • Black Hole Ltd
  • Blessed Women
  • Eliza’s Corner
  • From Whence You Came
  • in From The Cold
  • Owl Light
  • Savage Sun
  • The Fracturing Ice
  • The Palace
  • The Sisi Murders
  • The Strange Talent of Madeleine Mallarkey
  • When I Was

Well done to all! We’ll be back with the winners as soon as we can!

May 2023 Monthly Micro Shortlist

Vote for your favourite from these fab stories to win the surprise People’s Prize. Our judging team are busy re-reading to choose the winners of the cash prizes. Voting is open until 23.59 (UK time) on 22nd May 2023. Results will be announced on 23rd. Good luck everyone! 


A Story as Old as the World

They came with fizz fizz bottles of American drinks, gas bubbles rising so fast your elders mistook those carbonated spheres for signs of life and tipped their contents into a bucket, shocked when the sticky brown river flowed without fish. They came with crisp crisp notes and phones that sang; they bemoaned the lack of signal and worshipped the Gods of WiFi, chasing the sun to the edge of the horizon by nightfall. Then they left. He came with a snap snap camera to trap the earth, sky and your smile, his bare bare skin daring you to stare back.


After the War

The house is crowded by your bulk and there’s a smell, as if you’ve brought the stench of war with you – the blood, guts, dust. The youngest, a baby when you were last home, won’t go near you, this stranger, her father. And when you touch her golden hair so different to yours she flinches and you smother the moment with a laugh that’s too loud. You need a drink. The front door bangs behind you making the curtains rise and fall like a breath held too long. And your wife gathers the children to her kissing away their tears.


Arctic Lullaby

My milk comes in like icy pins and needles, blooming in frozen pearls as I strain against the storm. I squint into white dusk, then duck into the shelter, where a heap of embers pulses faintly in a remote corner. I can’t let the fire go out. It waits to be tended, like a faithful heart in a vast world of ice. I stir it to life and eager rustling answers. I reach into shadow and lift a matted bundle into firelight. Tiny tusks spare my taut skin and the woolly mammoth drinks, mammal hearts thumping like a quickening ember.


Cheap Cuts

She’s proud of her charity shop finds and her second-hand library. She walks or catches the bus. She uses up leftovers and shops for cheap cuts, has taught herself to darn, dye and make do.

When she left the money and ran, she didn’t mind arranging sprigs of wildflowers in a jam jar or saving coupons torn from the newspaper. She hasn’t missed the Michelin stars flutes of Champagne, or sun-drenched holidays abroad.

She lays a spare place at the table, crumples the unsullied side of bed, and knows it’s the fear she can’t change. Fear of never loving again.


Fourth Concubine of Lee Ah Seng, Head of How Fatt Tin Mining Kongsi, Taiping, Malaysia 1874

“Was he rough?” Second asks. Ling feels a bruise blossoming on her thigh, a musky heaviness in her groin. Yesterday he’d shown her the raintree, its foliage dipping into Lake Taiping like a woman washing her hair. How lucky, she’d thought, to have escaped Guangzhou for this powerful man.

Last night flashes – his foetid sweat, a slicing pain, grunting. “I expect sons,” he’d said, throwing her cheongsam at her.

“This will help,” Second hands her a pipe, sweet-smelling smoke snaking out. Ling inhales, floating back to the vast, verdant stretch of paddy fields, to a time when she was nobody.


Home

It used to be your mountainous back looming over the stove, your impish wink, the cracked wooden spoon laden with rich brown stew seeking my mouth.

Then it was a clunk of the latch, the jangle of keys, your leather slippers shuffling and squeaking to find me in the darkness.

Then, the silent warmth of your hand as you guided me from space to space, up stairs and down, stopping me crashing into shapes with yelps I’ve long since forgotten.

Now there’s only one thing that tells me where I am.

Coffee, sawdust and smoke.

The sweet smell of you.


Masking

The projector shows two peppered moths; speckled white, coal black. Mrs Sullivan says pollution, adaption, camouflage. You stim the soft word moth in your mind.

Kiki McClain clacks her red talons against the desk, her supple body slack. Clack, clack, clack. You slack back against the hard, wooden chair. You blank your face to boredom. At the back, the pack of boys howl at a joke about Mrs Sullivan having moths up her crack. Kiki hisses a snigger. You snigger too. Moth, moth, moth, you say inside your head. Blank, back slack, snigger.

Tonight, you’ll paint your naked nails red


The Turning of the Tide

They say nothing ever happens in this town, but I have been stuck here long enough to know that the wind is changing. The other night, a lost tourist wandered into my bar and the stench of seaweed flowed behind him like a mantle. He ranted and cried, drank his whiskey straight. Said he saw Tiamat herself rise from the foam and trash of incoming tide, said we should all be running for the hills. I poured him one on the house. Wrapping my tentacles around the oak barrels, I wonder if the wretch made it to high ground alive.


Thoughts while in Flight

One, we gazed together across the frozen lake. Two, he enfolded me in what felt like a spontaneous hug. Three, he hoisted me, swung me around and launched me over the ice.

Key insight: so this was the reason he’d been weight training, carb loading and downing protein powder shakes.

While airborne, I readied myself for a splintery crash and/or hypothermic depths. But maintaining the trajectory, I flexed my limbs to avoid cramp. And reconsidered my opinion of divorce, previously a no-no.

The only thing I regretted losing was a pink scarf my mum gave me, soft as a cloud.


You Were

You were tightly woven fingers and tangled limbs, sweat-moist skin pulling apart like velcro. You were chip salt kisses in an unmade bed, tequila worms and lukewarm beer, cold morning pizza and powdered ash dusted around a coffee cup. You were lipstick a shade too dark, casting your teeth into yellowed moonstone. You were a captivating shadow in billowing smoke, a herbal scent, primal and earthy, you were patchouli incense and pot pourri. You were wine bottle candle holders dripping sperm-like wax onto the scratched polish of an old coffee table.

You were all I tried to be. But wasn’t.


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Flash Mentoring Contest 2023 Longlist

Many thanks to everyone who sent in a story for this brand new contest. We received 74 entries and enjoyed reading them all. Congratulations to the writers of the following longlisted stories. No telling which is yours though!

Longlist

  • A City Break
  • A Cloth of Water
  • Brighton: A Knitted Story
  • Crossing
  • Fillings
  • Hands
  • Moon Bearer
  • Smell of Water
  • The Dogs of War Play Frisbee in an Empty Hotel Pool
  • The Telltale Chirp of an Olive Warbler
  • Twenty-one Scars
  • Utterly Nutterly
  • When the calamity did not come
  • You Can

We’ll be back with the shortlist soon – good luck everyone!

In the meantime, don’t forget to send us your micros, flashes and short stories for the next edition of WestWord. Submissions are open until 31st May.

May 2023 Monthly Micro Longlist

Many thanks to everyone who sent a story for this month’s contest. The theme was ADAPT and we received 75 entries so the cash prize for first place is £84 and second place £56. The People’s Prize will be announced with the results. Congrats to the writers who have made our longlist but no telling which story is yours! As always, some amazing titles!

Longlisted Stories

  • A Silent Talon
  • A Story as Old as the World
  • After the War
  • Alternative Retreat West Monthly Micro Fiction Competition – Found Text
  • Arctic Lullaby
  • Cheap Cuts
  • Dania Duckfeet
  • Fourth Concubine of Lee Ah Seng, Head of How Fatt Tin Mining Kongsi, Taiping, Malaysia 1874
  • Genesis
  • Home
  • Homecoming Queen
  • Masking
  • Miscarriage
  • Natural Selection
  • Survival of the Disposal Workers
  • The Chameleon
  • The Endangered Species Quarterly (Special Edition): A Survival Guide for Survivalists
  • The Turning of the Tide
  • They Say it Takes Time
  • Thoughts while in Flight
  • Time to Go
  • Try To Fit In, Emily
  • We Need To Grow Fins
  • You Were

The shortlist will be online for voting on Monday – good luck for the next round everyone!

In the meantime, don’t forget that our lit journal, WestWord, is open for submissions until 31st May. No theme for the next edition – send us your best micros, flashes and short stories!

Opening Lines 2023 Comp Longlist

Many thanks to everyone who entered this year and for your patience while the longlist announcement came. It’s a bit late as Amanda had a family bereavement in April so is behind with everything. But here now is the longlist! No telling which is yours if it is listed here as reading is anonymous until the final decision is made.

Longlisted Novels

  • A Murder of Crows
  • Ailsa Sees Ghosts
  • Bali 530780
  • Big Girls Don’t Cry
  • Black Hole Ltd
  • Blessed Women
  • Bringing Janey Home
  • Cafe Cantarella
  • Daughters of London
  • Dead Wood
  • Eliza’s Corner
  • Fame & Fortune
  • From whence you came
  • In from the Cold
  • Incredible Fortune
  • Monkeys in Heaven
  • Nine Moons over Unstlar Isle
  • Out of the Sproutyard
  • Owl Light
  • Pale & Strain
  • Savage Sun
  • The Contrabandist
  • The Fabulous Fiascos of Pistu Mundela
  • The Fracturing Ice
  • The Last Saturday in July
  • The Palace
  • The Sisi Murders
  • The Smell of Pearls
  • The Strange Talent of Madeleine Mallarkey
  • Tipping Point
  • When I Was
  • When Soft Voices Die

We’ll be back with the shortlist soon – good luck everyone!

In the meantime, it’s the last few days to send us your novel pitch to win a place on our year long Novel Creator course. This year’s contest closes on 8th May!