The Creative Writing Student's Handbook

This month, Cathie Hartigan and Margaret James have brought out their Creative Writing Student's Handbook in paperback. Already a five-star success on Kindle, the paperback is available from Amazon and takes students through the entire creative writing process. It has plenty of practical advice, helpful exercises, lots of tips and links to useful websites, and is an indispensable manual for new and seasoned writers alike.

'A very helpful guide.' Dr Paul Vlitos - Programme Director of BA English Literature with Creative Writing. University of Surrey, Guildford, UK

Results - short story competition 2013/14

Exeter Writers are delighted to announce the results of this year's short story competition. 

Many thanks to everyone who entered. Commiserations to those whose stories weren't placed, and many congratulations to our winners:

First prize - Dancing the Animals by Tracey Glasspool 

Second prize - Bigger than the Wind by Jim Kroepfl

Third prize - The Front Line by Jim Kroepfl

Tracey Glasspool also wins the Devon prize.

Short listed (in alphabetical order):
  About love - Michelle Crowther
  Bitten - Sophie Hampton
  Bone hard ground - Ken Elkes
  Debt - Tom Vowler
  Phosphorescence - Rowena MacDonald
  The Empress of Poland - Filipa Komuro
  The whereabouts of Cissy Flood - Sharon Boyle

The final judging

Winner of 2013/14 short story competition: Dancing the Animals by Tracey Glasspool

“Ulfa? Ulfa!”
I can hear Granna in the distance. She’s calling me home but I want to stay. The forest has become my refuge again. Here, amongst the tangle of trees, I can drown out the voices which followed me; teasing me, taunting me, calling me ghost-eyes. Mama says I should be proud of my eyes - ice-grey like my father’s, a memory of him. But I so want them to be brown like Orson and Aya’s. Normal.

2nd place - Bigger than the Wind by Jim Kroepfl

It’s been three days since the wind took my dad. Three days of huddling in the old school building trying to push the image out of my head, wondering if we can hang on until spring. I think about Mandi and hope she’s safe in her cellar, bravely waiting it out, praying for her family. I should have insisted she come here. I should have made her. I think about Mandi all the time, because when I do, I don’t hear the wind.