Lee Wright

Lee Wright was born in Nuneaton, Warwickshire in 1980. He is a writer of fiction, non-fiction and reviews. Lee has studied under Man Booker winner Alison Moore and he is currently taking an MA in Creative Writing at the University of Leicester.

Lee began writing a weekly sports column for the Hinckley Times newspaper in 2008. He published one of his novellas, Forget What You’ve Heard, on Amazon Kindle. Lee’s short story, Seeking Lover, Lonely Mother, was also published by HeadStuff. He has book reviews and author interviews published online by www.everybodysreviewing.blogspot.co.uk.

Q: Do you have a lucky writing talisman? If so, what is it?

A: A hand-made stoneware mug which I bought in Stratford upon Avon.

Q: Do you have a favourite quote? (from a book, movie, song, speech…)

A: ‘This is presented as a work of fiction and dedicated to nobody,’ Post Office by Charles Bukowski

Q: If you could teleport yourself anywhere, real or fictional, where would it be and why?

A: Portmeirion North Wales. Because there is nowhere else like it.

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We’ll Have You There by Noon

I walk about the platform, the early morning beginning to warm around me. The barriers come down but I can’t see the train coming. Tiffany takes my hand. ‘It’ll be alright,’ she says, ‘You wait and see.’ ‘Ever notice how long it takes the train to get here, after the barriers come down?’ I say. Tiffany …

The Allotment

I have been sitting with the light out for the past hour. My television is on but the sound is down. The girl’s bedroom is opposite my own. Her blinds are not closed and everything is lit up. She is on the bed, watching TV and painting her toe nails, white cotton balls between each, …

The Ear

The waitress left their receipt on a little silver tray, along with two white mints. ‘They hurt my teeth,’ said Ellis. Trix put one in her mouth, the other in her handbag. Two men at the next table stared at her. ‘You have some admirers,’ whispered Ellis. She made a face. ‘Ready?’ she asked. He …

Soda Jerk

Everyone is out doing something else. Shrimp calls to me. He’s going in back, to hide amongst the potions, prescriptions and nostalgia. He can do that. As he reminds me often, ‘I’m the boss around here. You’re just the soda jerk.’ Here comes Sapphire Sam. Waddling along the sidewalk, looking like the prize hog …

Interview with Jenni

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English Wine Week: D

English Wine Week: A

Interview with Pete

English Wine Week: F

English Wine Week: B

Interview with Kathe

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We’ll Have You There by Noon

The Allotment

The Ear

Soda Jerk

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