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

Jeremy Stafford-Deitsch
“Tristan did not consider himself brave. But then he did not consider himself a coward either. He knew he should have told his parents of

Stephen Chance
“This period he can picture. If he saunters down to the Thames after his mid-day meal he will see this scene: merchants’ houses, wharves, the

David Spon-Smith
“A cold breeze blows over my face. Then something warm an’ wet, stinking of damp hair. I open my eyes, slowly, one at a time.

Ann Bone
“The back of the house beyond has already sunk into obscurity. I do not need to see it to picture it. Where this house is

Rosanne Daryl Thomas
“The annual Christmas present debate was abruptly suspended. Their adored maestro, Walter Albero, PhD, who had originally set out in life intending to be a

Balvinder Banga
“Looking at the calendar of Ravidas, and the photograph beside it of the grandchildren she had yet to meet, she raised the package like a

Piers Bearne
“I should have been in London, not this Essex midden swirling with pigeon-chest men and their gossiping dry-venus wives. I was no fighter, could not

Tina Seskis
“In the end they settled on Caroline Rebecca, although Frances didn’t particularly like either name – but Andrew had suggested them, and anyway she couldn’t

Neamat Imam
Mass graves were discovered in different parts of the country. The buried were exhumed and reburied. Roads were cleansed. Walls were washed to make room

Damien Brown
“So I shrug. Again. No idea what to say. No idea even what to think, which has been exactly the problem since I arrived: I

Julia Ross
“I remember tiny pin-points of calm when I looked into his eyes. There are moments of unendurable love amid all the blackness. My mother said

Sarah Butler
“Time will catch up with you, she tells me – by which she means I should get on and have kids before my ovaries dry

Pete Smith
“I was born south of the river in Brixton in the 1950s, well-before it was mockneyfied by the arriveste sons and daughters of Britain’s white

Philip Makatrewicz
“Ibimina’s husband has come once again to call. He must want something – a toad does not run in the daytime for nothing.” Extract from

Ruby Cowling
“Behind these fences are big houses; the houses of plump-skinned people who soften their problems by bathing them in money. You are half the height

Adam Courtenay
“In 1542, Spanish conquistadors travelled east from the Peruvian colony of Quito, over the high range of its active volcanoes, across its high passes and

San Cassimally
“I experimented with two pebbles in my mouth to puff my cheeks up a tad, but gave up on the idea suspecting that to an

Nicholas Lim
Dudec nodded. He fluttered a hand. “This could be something new!” “Rafal, when you hear hoof beats,” Garrett held up her knife like a warning

Suhel Ahmed
“‘That’s when I made the mistake,’ Amina exclaimed. ‘I should have taken the money and moved to a Bengali community, somewhere in Tower Hamlets, Coventry,

Terry Cudbird
“I have now reached the age when I have to choose between sex and walking. I cannot indulge in both,” he told me. He was