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Exeter Writers Short Story Competition 2020: RESULTS!

Exeter Writers Short Story Competition 2020 We are pleased to announce the winners to our 2020 competition. First prize: On Talan Moor by Alastair Chisholm, Edinburgh. Second Prize:  A Light Supper with Friends  by EJ Robinson, Kent. Third Prize:  Cane Life  by Alexis Wolfe, Berkshire Devon prize:  Nightcaps for Wild Boys  by Bruce Harris, Seaton, Devon. See our Competition page to find out who wrote the other entries in our short list and our long list.

2nd Prize 2020 - A Light Supper With Friends by EJ Robinson

A Light Supper with Friends  by EJ Robinson A light supper with friends. That’s how he described it to me. When my husband mentioned arranging a get together with the lads, I assumed they’d eat out. Instead he hired a room and asked if I’d do the food. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘Strictly no plus ones, and my mother’s offered to help on the night.’ I knew it was difficult to get the boys together. My husband travelled a lot for his work as a motivational speaker. When he wasn’t away, he divided his time between his role as a husband and

1st Prize (2019/20) - On Talan Moor by Alastair Chisholm

On Talan Moor  by Alastair Chisholm On Talan Moor my brother’s body lies. I do not know where he is. The ground is soft there, waterlogged and filthy. It grasps at you; the earth sucks your boots, the endless tattered land steals your bearings, and your hope. To go onto Talan Moor at night is to risk disappearing forever, they say; once lost on that misery of a landscape, no one ever returns. To go onto Talan Moor at night is madness. 

Devon Prize 2020 - Nightcaps for Wild Boys by Bruce Harris

Nightcaps for Wild Boys  by Bruce Harris The Don in Don’s All-Nite Diner is me, but it doesn’t have to be me in it at half past four in the morning, staring out of the front windows like a spaceman peering out of his spaceship into the void, two grey dim squares in the dawn light. People sometimes turn their pale faces in my direction like puzzled ghosts, though more often they will hurry past, heads bowed, as if pursued by some mystery of the night. Marie, my wife, doesn’t understand why I still do some night shifts.

3rd Prize 2020 - Cane Life by Alexis Wolfe

Cane Life By Alexis Wolfe It’s time for them to leave. My son Danny and his fiancée Rachel.    Danny, I could put up with indefinitely. When he was small, I assumed, I hoped, given his condition, that he’d never leave home. That was when I was essential to him and often thought it would be better for him to die before me.  But Rachel, after three nights, I’ve totally had enough of Rachel.