Sheffield Short Story Competition - Organised by Sheffield Authors

10 September 2016

A short story competition organised by Sheffield Authors



1st Prize – a Kindle Fire, and publication of the winning story in December’s Now Then magazine.

Other prizes for 2nd and 3rd places to be decided/announced.




1) Length: 1000 words (give or take a sentence or two). We won’t be too picky over a few extra words, but please don’t push your luck or it could rule you out.

2) Stories must have a Sheffield theme, or be set in Sheffield.

3) Entries to be submitted by midnight on 30th September 2016.

4) Entries to be made on the form below/opposite and payment of £5 entry fee made via PayPal (this also gives free entry on the night - others £2).

5) Entrants must be available to attend on the night of the Off the Shelfevent: 17th October 2016 at Mugen Tea House, Scotland St, Sheffield, 7 - 9 p.m.

6) A long-list of 12, and the short-list of 6 will be announced on the night, with the short-listed stories being read out in reverse order (the author can always nominate someone to read for them if they are shy – Sheffield Authors members will be available to assist).

7) Long-listed entrants will be notified a week in advance of the event.

8) Judging will be by a panel of Sheffield Authors members, chaired by Berlie Doherty.  They will not be party to the entrants’ names. Entry is open to anyone who is not on the judging panel. The judges' decisions will be final.

9) Copyright will remain with the author (copyright on the opening lines is rescinded).

10) Stories to begin with one of the following lines:

i) Alex stopped for a breather and looked up at the canopy of the trees as flakes of snow started to fall.


ii) The Town Hall clock marked the quarter hour through the still, evening air; I checked the message again: "Meet me at eight," it said.


iii) The pavements were wet and reflected the light of the streetlamps, the only sound was Sam's own footsteps and those of another a short way behind.


iv) 'What a bloody fool,' Jas muttered, dropping the rose into the bin.


v) Nearly three years since I last visited her… somehow I always knew it would come to this.

Good Luck!