Author Archives: richlakin

About richlakin

I write about things that interest me

Fool’s Gold – a short story

Not the brilliant Stone Roses’ track, but a short story… Friday: ‘Any better suggestions?’ Carol said nothing. He gripped the wheel, digging his fingernails into the soft leather leaving a cluster of half-moon impressions. He jabbed the button on the … Continue reading

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Mrs Rochester’s Attic – short story anthology

I’ve been away from this blog for a while (busy working on a draft) but I’m delighted that one of my short stories, Pigeon Holes, will be appearing in an anthology called Mrs Rochester’s Attic. More about this publication from … Continue reading

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My short story Lye Noon available to listen to here….

                      I’ve never had my work performed by an actor so what a great experience to listen to Jack Trow reading my story Lye Noon. You can listen to it … Continue reading

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‘A Little Love’ wins Cardiff Review short story award 2016

I had the great news earlier this month that my short story ‘A Little Love’ has won the Cardiff Review short story award. There’s an excerpt of the story here and a full version in the Fall edition of the … Continue reading

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Great News – Garage Flowers chosen as winner by London literary agency

I had the fantastic news today that my novel Garage Flowers has been selected as the winner of Madeleine Milburn Literary, TV and Film Agency’s ‘Make Us Scared’ competition. The official announcement is on the agency website here. I’m delighted … Continue reading

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Boscobel House piece on English Heritage

                  Thanks to English Heritage for picking up my Day Out in Shropshire piece on their Facebook page here. Boscobel House is a great place to visit with a fascinating story….

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Out to Pasture

I’m playing hooky, skiving, swinging the lead, whatever you want to call it. The sky is black and a stiff wind is getting up, sending frothing waves crashing into the shore. Blobs of foam drift over my head and I … Continue reading

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