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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Liam Hughes
“When I was called urgently to the ward, I knew who was in trouble. The patient was sitting upright, staring at his family repeating the phrase, ‘Something’s happening – I’m going to die.’ I have since seen this behaviour in several patients, but the absolute certainty and almost matter-of-fact way in which this was stated, left me in no doubt that the patient was correct.
From ‘Bodily Fluids‘ – included in the showcase
Previous Showcase Authors

Kelleigh Greenberg-Jephcott
“Truman wills himself awake, peacock-plume eyed, empty champagne bottle in his lap. He squints toward the open door, where the chauffeur stands with the sun

Michael Forester
“11.00pm glides on oil into midnight and 12.30 am, until Tolly finally finds the courage to leave her sanctuary. She makes her way to the

Jane Aitken
“The Prime Minister’s posture looks relaxed, but if you look closely he still has the slight twitching of muscles, emblematic of months without enough sleep,

Béatrice Crawford
“Day after day, GM, the Great Wall lent me its ramparts in the grand setting of the YanShan mountains. I had no need to know

Alan Evans
“She had been the centre of his life for many years but now she did not exist. At first he had been convinced that they

TLC Pen Factor Special
““I’ll get straight to the point”, said Dr. Mangan who proceeded to do no such thing. He explained that the software that had processed Dweem’s

Emma Norry
““Sorry! Sorry – am I late?” The clock on the wall wobbles because the door’s flung open so hard. A girl stands in the doorway

Jane Corbett
“She asked about life in Berlin before the fall of the Wall and he told her how in the 1970’s when he first came there

Dilys Daws and Alexandra De Rementeria
“Studies show that fathers experience the same physiological response to a baby’s crying as mothers do. It is nearness to a baby that releases knowledge

Liam Brown
“You’re writin your name now I see? Well good on ya. That’s all a man needs to sign his life away ha. But really it’s

James Cook
“Ever since writing my first callow lyrics aged 14, I’d been striving to develop as a songwriter, learning different instruments, mastering the studio (we recorded

Caroline Chisholm
“My birth was hailed not by a single star, but by many bright lights that burned briefly in the night sky before falling to earth.

Michelle Wareham
“Eli wrote every week from the Western Front, until his letters stopped arriving two months ago. His letters dry. His strong handwriting reminds her of

David Turner
“I marvelled at the vastness and flatness and emptiness of the parched red desert floor, the huge void of silence, suspended primordial time; the east–west

Pen Factor Special
“I turned about the room, toe to toe, making the smallest circle. What I wanted was not there. His clock, his papers, his quill glass

Bernice Landry
“What I find interesting, he says, is that your clothing is all white, like everything we see around us. Even your shoes are white. I

Jennifer Makumbi
“Now the crowd was in control. Everyone clamoured to hit somewhere, anywhere but the head. A kid pushed through the throng, managed to land a

Rebecca Swirsky
“Celia, on the other side of town, is kissing the tiny, sweet brown moles which dot her lover’s chin like a constellation. It was a

Daniel Pembrey
“The glade was peculiarly dense around Vogel’s ungated entranceway. Pine, maple, and scrub oak fought for sky. The canopy of the driveway almost totally shut

Amna Boheim
“I lay in darkness, unsure of what had stirred me. Sleep still clung to my body, but I was conscious of my whereabouts. Moonlight spilled