#Arachne5 Stations

As part of the run up to our celebration of our fifth anniversary we are highlighting our first five books, all available for £5 each from our shop

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Number Two: Stations short stories inspired by the Overground Line

Stations Cover. Image copyright Gail Brodholt

Stations really was inspired by the Overground. At a meeting of the writing group I belong to, WooA, held in the tiny Broca cafe opposite Brockley Station, a conversation about how brilliant the Overground was, despite MANY personal sleepless nights while the work was carried out, turned into a – let’s write about the Overground, let’s take a station each, which turned into wouldn’t this make a great book, and where can we get the rest of the stories? An open call and many, many stories later, Stations was born.

From tigers in a South London suburb to retired Victorian police inspectors investigating train based thefts, from collectors of poets at Shadwell to life-changing decisions in Canonbury, by way of an art installation that defies the boundaries of a gallery,
Stations takes a sideways look through the windows of the Overground train, at life as it is, or might be, lived beside the rails: quirky, humorous and sometimes horrifying.

Twenty-four new short stories in homage to the East and South London section of the Overground Line: a story for every station from New Cross, Crystal Palace and West Croydon at the Southern extremes of the line, all the way to Highbury & Islington.

Ideal for the commuting reader, Stations makes an excellent souvenir of a visit to London and a perfect gift for lovers of London everywhere.

Londoneer Review  ‘Stations’ is certainly an eclectic group of stories, but I enjoyed every one – well-written and engaging stuff. I imagine that it would be ideal for dipping in and out of while you’re passing the time between Kensal Rise and Clapham Junction…

Londonist review There’s a surprising amount of emotional depth … much of it bittersweet and yearning, particularly the further down the line we go. Sadness shot through with flashes of beauty: perhaps that’s a perfect metaphor for south east London … We’ll never look at Penge West the same way again.

Sabotage Review

…Caroline Hardman’s ‘Bloody Marys and a bowl of Pho’ (Hoxton) is a modern-day, urban take on the vampire narratives so current at the moment. It is well-written and funny. ‘Platform Zero’ (Haggerston) by Michael Trimmer also offers a quirky version of another, familiar theme – that of the parallel universe. ‘The Beetle’ by Ellie Stewart (Wapping) is also well-paced and moving in its portrayal of a broken relationship. Peter Morgan’s ‘Mr Forest Hill Station’ (Forest Hill) also stands out due to its tender depiction of the bond between strangers, meeting occasionally in the big city.

We had such fun planning this one, complete with a photo shoot on the Overground featuring several of the authors and family members




Peter Morgan & Caroline Hardman talk about their stories for Stations

We launched Stations at the Brunel Museum, right beside the tunnel under the Thames used by the Overground, which features in Cherry Potts’ Rotherhithe story, A Place of Departures

Ellie Stewart’s beetle goes for a walk in Wapping. The Beetle (audio)

Our first musical collaboration with Summer all Year Long, a train version of Sweet Thames…

We had technical difficulties at the launch so there isn’t much video for there

Mass Signing at London Transport Museum.

We had an aim  to read at a venue within a mile of at least a third of the stations, we actually (eventually) managed almost all of them, and some much further afield – here are a few snap shots.

Deptford lounge: Adrian, Katy

Norwood: Rosalind, Michael, Cherry, Jackie and Andrew

Shoreditch: Wendy, Katy, Bartle, Caroline Rob

Ilkley fringe: Louise and Peter C
There are many more. shove Stations video into the search at the top of the page to find them!

COME TO THE PARTY! 8th September. We will be reading from Stations

Sonnet in praise of the Overground

I was at an informal poetry evening last night, hosted by Arachne Author Bartle Sawbridge. In a local wine bar a substantial number of people turned up to read their own poems and much-loved poems by other people on the theme of Journeys.

Among the many excellent poems was this one, read by its author Dominic Elliot, who has kindly agreed to let me feature it here, knowing Arachne’s obsession with the Overground. (You don’t know we are obsessed with the Overground? You haven’t read Stations yet then?)

So thank you Dominic!

The Overground service arrives in Brockley in 2010

The station approach from Coulgate Street will soon be grassy,
Already coffee-barred, it’s gently sloped and strewn with bark,
A bosky renaissance, designed to soothe and not to nark,
To cool, and calm, and foster finer feelings – not the arsy.
It’s cheerio to Charing Cross, the Overground is ‘ere!
It’s ‘ello Dalston, gliding in a single air-conditioned carriage,
Of squeezing, and security, of customers the perfect marriage;
From Penge to ‘Oxton, toiletless convenience without peer!

Rejoice!  However wrong, on screen and speaker all is clear.
Welcome or not, we now have Information!  ‘Oo needs a porter,
With updates and apologies dinning deep into the ear?
Rejoice!  the Info Age has dawned – and Info’s plentiful as water,
What’s more, as long as you touch in and out, trains ain’t as dear.
Rejoice!  for journeys now are frequent, and they’re shorter.

© Dominic Elliot 2013

Monsters of Hoxton, Part 2. A Guest Blog by Caroline Hardman

Caroline Hardman reveals the process of writing her story, Bloody Marys and a Bowl of Pho for Stations.

This is where it all gets a bit murky, I’m afraid. What follows isn’t necessarily chronological, and in parts might not even be strictly accurate, but it’s as much of the process of writing the story as I can remember.  It will probably make a lot more sense if you’ve already read Bloody Marys and a Bowl of Pho.
Given the varied nature of  Hoxton Street Monster Supplies’ clientele, one of my first jobs was to work out what sort of customer my main character was.  I brainstormed various monster options, and a vampire seemed like the best choice for lots of reasons; suitably formal and old-fashioned (for maximum contrast with the cool, young  hipsters he was going to meet), and he could blend in with normal humans fairly easily.    It was never my intention to call him Norbert, incidentally.  That was supposed to be a place-holder name until I could think of something suitable but it just sort of stuck.  I can’t imagine him being called anything else now.
I thought for a bit, too, about these ‘hipsters’ I knew I wanted him to meet.  There would be a group of them, I knew, and they’d be quite young.  Perhaps they would be art students, or from a fashion college.   I knew that Suzie would be a bit different from the others, but I really didn’t know much more about her – or any of them – than that.  I read up on the history of Hoxton , including its transport links, curious to find out what it would have been like when Norbert was first visiting,  and  brushed up on my vampire knowledge. I knew  the basics – garlic, crucifixes, and so forth, but thought it might be helpful to have bit more to work with.
With the exception of the Kingsland Viaduct (the original train line servicing the area, now being used to carry the East London line), hardly any of this research made it into the final text directly.  But nearly all of it informed the story in some way.  I discovered, for instance, that Hoxton once had links with haberdashery and fabric, which is where the idea of Norbert’s mother being a seamstress sprang from.   I imagined him first visiting the shop as a young boy accompanying his mother on her annual trips to London to stock up on material and mapped out the route they would have taken  from Brighton to  London Bridge, then a short walk over the river to connect with the Viaduct at Broad Street.
I also spent quite a lot of time wandering around Hoxton.  I walked the route from the station to the shop, then onto a pub (where I stopped for a drink, purely in the name of research), and back to the station via a Vietnamese restaurant (more research, obviously – their pho was delicious.)   I know the area fairly well, but it helped to spend an afternoon  soaking everything up and trying to see it all from Norbert’s perspective.    Little details like Joel’s striped t-shirt and the magazine reviews plastering the door of the restaurant came from here;  I could have invented them, I suppose, but it was easier to describe what I had seen.
I knew that the tension in the story –  the  question I hoped would keep readers interested enough to keep reading –  was to do with whether or not Norbert’s secret  would be discovered.   Of course all of this relied on readers knowing (or at least suspecting) that he’s a vampire from the start, so I had to plant some fairly obvious clues.  I had a lot of fun doing this, and deciding what to reveal when.  Early drafts of the story included more obvious clues from the beginning – some of these disappeared altogether while others (Norbert noticing Suzie’s necklace, and crossing a road to avoid garlic) ended up in different parts of the story where they ended up serving quite different purposes.
A trip to the pub part way through the story seemed  like a good way to turn up the pressure, and also seemed like a realistic  way for  a group of twenty-somethings to spend the afternoon. Mainly, though, I just wanted to find out what happens when you get a vampire drunk.  Not surprisingly, the slightly tipsy version of Norbert was a lot of fun to write.
I played with ways Norbert might reveal himself accidentally before thinking about what might happen if one of the group did find out.  Would they be scared? Would they tell the others?  For the longest time, I thought the ending was going to be an accidental reveal by Suzie. It might happen at the restaurant, I imagined, where there was bound to be garlic in some of the dishes.  Norbert would nearly eat some, and Suzie would dive across the table to save him, or perhaps he would actually eat it and they’d have to call the paramedics……
As I kept writing, and exploring different ideas, something fell into place, and I realised what my subconscious had known all along.  That this wasn’t just a story about vampires, or Vietnamese food, or even about a shop – it was a story about acceptance, and about trying to fit in.  Once I realised that, everything else seemed to make sense, including Lucinda, who I had written  into the beginning of the story very early on, without any idea of what she was doing there or how important she’d turn out to be.  So  instead of a big, dramatic finale with Norbert choking on his garlic-laden pho, it seemed more fitting to leave him exactly where we found him – on the outside of a window, looking in.
It doesn’t surprise me in the least that this is the story I ended up writing – it’s a theme I seem to return to time and time again –  but if you had asked me before I started what the story would be about I wouldn’t  have been able to tell you.  That might sound strange but it’s how a lot of my stories evolve.  I’ll start with a place, or a single character, or vaguest of concepts then write and write and write about it  until – if I’m lucky – the pieces fall into place and I work out what it’s really a story about.  And then I write it, and by the time I’ve finished I can’t remember ever not knowing.
If you’d like to pay a visit Hoxton Street Monster Supplies  – and I can highly recommend a trip –  the shop (at 159 Hoxton Street, N1 6PJ)   is open from 1pm – 5pm, Tuesdays to Fridays, and 11am – 5pm on Saturdays.   There’s also an online store . You might also like to visit Ministry of Stories.

© Caroline Hardman 2013
caroline hardman reading at Brick lane bookshop

Monsters of Hoxton (Part 1), a guest blog from Caroline Hardman

Caroline Hardman, Our Hoxton contributor to Stations reveals the story behind the story, in a two-part guest blog:


Probably very good for authors who have done too many readings too!

This story started with a shop.
Hoxton Street Monster Supplies really does exist;  it’s the public-facing arm of a wonderful writing charity called the Ministry of Stories which launched in November 2010.  Behind a secret door, carefully concealed in the wooden panelling on the shop’s back wall, young people from the local area take part in all sorts of writing projects supported by volunteers. These workshops are offered for free and are partly funded by the profits generated from the sales of items just like the ones I mention in the story – jars of thickest human snot (which tastes awfully like lemon curd), tins of fear, and even fang floss (“Oh!  So you’re  the place which charges a fiver for a ball of string!” I once heard a woman mutter crossly, missing the point entirely.)
It’s a model inspired by the 826 projects in the US; all over America, volunteer mentors work with young writers  in spaces hidden behind shops for time-travellers, super-heroes, pirates… even spies, who can shop at Chicago’s ‘Boring Store’ safe in the knowledge that their super-secret identities will remain intact.
The shop has its own mythology, which I borrowed from extensively.  Hoxton Street Monster Supplies, so the story goes, really did open in 1818 but closed  down for an extensive refurbishment period, during which it went largely un-noticed by the general public (which is probably why you’d never heard of it).  It re-opened  its doors in November 2010, just – by coincidence –  as the Ministry of Stories launched.   The ball of string lady would probably be deeply suspicious about this coincidence, but who wants to listen to her?

I volunteer as a writing mentor at the Ministry, and have seen first-hand how the shop fires up the imaginations of the kids who pass through its doors.  They (and we) love to play with the line between what’s make-believe and what’s real; I’ve had endless conversations about the invisible cat who sleeps in the corner, the classified advertisements pinned to the walls and the mysterious former shop-keepers whose portraits adorn the walls.  So as soon as I discovered Stations still needed  a Hoxton story, I jumped at the chance to write it.
At first I thought I’d write about the shop in its heyday –  a story about one of the original owners, perhaps, or which explored  the lives of their clientele.   I soon realised, though, that it would be more fun to play with the contrast between the shop’s old fashioned image  and  the cool, hipster types people often associate with modern day Hoxton.   A contemporary setting would also solve a problem that was starting to bother me;  it meant I could write about the shop without removing too much of the mystery surrounding its origins.   Lots of gaps have been left  – quite deliberately, I suspect – and the longer I spent thinking  about the shop’s early years the less comfortable I felt about filling those gaps  in.  And of course, a modern setting meant I could incorporate the Overground station which was, after all, sort of the point.
Suddenly that opening image came to me, of a customer arriving at the shop to find a sign in the window saying it was closed.  Something about this just felt right – if the shop had been closed for all that time, it made perfect sense that a customers might not realise and would turn up one day to find it shut.  And then what would they do?
I pitched the idea to Cherry, and was thrilled when she said yes.  And then I realised I had to go away and write it, which terrified me.

© Caroline Hardman 2013

Going Overground with Cityread

Cityread London (1)As part of CityRead Arachne Press authors will be reading from Stations at

Forest Hill Library
Dartmouth Road SE23 3HZ
on Thursday 18th April 2013 7-8.30pm

Rosalind Stopps (Brockley), Caroline Hardman (Hoxton), Jacqueline Downs (Crystal Palace) and Peter Morgan (Forest Hill) for stories of love among the coffee cups, vampires in pubs, ghosts in the machine and eccentrics at a station.

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London Overground Birthday Special Offer


To celebrate the birthday of the London Overground, Arachne Press is, for 48 hours only, offering anyone who works for London Overground a discount on a copy of Stations, our book that celebrates your line.

Email (or tweet) evidence that you work for the Overground and we will send you a PayPal invoice for a copy, with 10% discount and free postage.

Only one copy per employee of the Overground, and the offer expires at 14:00 on Wednesday 14th November.