The first video of a story from Solstice Shorts Festival
William Davidson‘s story If You Were A Train brought to life by Sean Patterson.
Joe ‘gets to know’ his best friend Sophie’s husband-to-be Gary… they don’t have much in common apart from an interest in trains, and Sophie of course.
You can read the story for yourself in Solstice Shorts: Sixteen Stories about Time.
Here are video snippets from the two stories from Lovers’ Lies read at our Other Worlds event on Sunday – part of the Brockley Max festival hosted by our friends at Misty Moon Gallery.
This Isn’t Heat by Richard Smyth, read by Silas Hawkins, in which the Buddha interferes in James Mercury’s life when the air conditioning breaks down.
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Surf & Turf by Mi L Holliday, read by Sean Patterson, in which a goldfish comes to the aid of her lonely owner.
As part of the Brockley Max festival, we are reading at Misty Moon Gallery, behind Ladywell Tavern, 80 Ladywell Road SE13 7HS, 7pm 1st June at 7pm.
We were rifling or is that riffling*? through Lovers’ Lies and (Award WINNING) Weird Lies for stories as yet unread to a live audience, and look what we found!
Weird dreams that might become real, loneliness-eating goldfish , gravity-challenged adolescents, a modern take on The Flying Dutchman, Buddha interferes when the air-con breaks down, and (not in either book, but just for fun) a fairground exhibit answering back.
Haiku Short, Parakeet Prawns, Konnichiwa Peter by Lee Reynoldson, read by Tony Bell
The Love Below by David Malone, read by Sarah Feathers
Touchdown by Christopher Samuels, read by Lisa Rose
Surf & Turf by Mi L Holliday, read by Sean Patterson
This isn’t Heat by Richard Smyth, read by Silas Hawkins
The Real McCoy by Cherry Potts, read by Carrie Cohen
find out more about the readers
Can’t wait til the 1st June for your fix of live science fiction? come to The Story Sessions on Wednesday 21st May as well! Different stories and mostly different writers, but the same weird stuff.
*The spell check doesn’t like it, but it’s what you do with books isn’t it: riffle – as in to flick rapidly but gently through the pages… word of the day!