My love of literary escapism seeded young, when my Grandmother taught me how to use her old typewriter. Days merged into months that turned to years as I click-clackated away, proudly taking my first ‘novel’ in a battered old briefcase to show the dinner ladies at school. It was of course about witches and vampires.

Stefanie Elrick Artist Writer Fairy

My adolescent poems were published in a number of anthologies, though my Mother often wondered why they were so bleak. That big heavy head on my tiny little shoulders looked at ships in glass bottles and imagined how tired the sailors inside must feel, or contemplated the wildlife in the countryside around me and imagined its extinction.

At 17 I was chosen to be part of the Writing Squad, a programme designed to support the next generation of writers in the North of England. But after a decade of maudlin poetry and unfinished first chapters I lost interest in fiction and started writing music, theatre and arts reviews for Now Then Manchester, BRASH, Cornerhouse’s Quarterly Guide, Kemptation and various other publications. You can read a selection of these at Contently.com.

After completing a BA in English and Drama and an MA in Performance, Screen and Visual Studies at Manchester University I’d had enough of facts and scholarship. So in Jan 2015 I returned to my first love, fiction, and that’s when things got delightfully weird.

Cover Art Cthulhusttva Tales of the Black Gnosis Stefanie Elrick Writer Martian Migraine Press Lovecraft

My first published short story Mother’s Nature appears in Martian Migraine Press‘s ‘Cthulhusattva: Tales of the Black Gnosis‘ – released May 2016 and I couldn’t have asked for a more fitting homecoming.


“When I slept that night I wove a patchwork of dreams. My mother came to me, covered in mildew and smiling through a mouthful of foam. She’d been sharpening her fingertips with a whetstone and I marveled at her cleverness, eagerly doing the same. We sat in silence, honing our bones to pointed pins, threading our hands with muscle stripped from her thighs. Overhead the sky was dying, brown oil slicks spreading across its surface. Time to start again. She promised me that nothing ever goes to waste and we stitched oceans to oceans as the clouds dropped like bombs. Floundering monsters opened heavy lids, then clambered on the land like babies learning to walk, dragging blankets of crimson waves behind them. Every gill-less thing that ever was suffocated under that mantle and we sat patiently, watching them sink, our fingers twitching in anticipation.”

Mother’s Nature – Stefanie Elrick


:: Publications ::

**UPCOMING Essay Flesh as a Feminist Language Frontier Trans-States Anthology Edited by Cavan McLaughlin Summer 2019**


Short Story Death Trap(Winner of Forbidden Futures Great Weird Fiction Write Off) – Issue #3 Dec 2018

Short Story PRISM Apex Magazine (Zodiac Issue Guest Edited by Sheree Renée Thomas) August 2018

Poetry Our Lady’s Prayer Salomé Magazine Issue 1 April 2017

Short Story (Reprint) Mother’s Nature Comet Press’s The Year’s Best Hardcore Horror – June 2017

Short Story Mother’s Nature Martian Migraine Press’s Cthulhusattva: Tales of the Black Gnosis – May 2016

Poetry Mini-Book Tremors (Unstable Fables) Ultra :: Violet – Jan, 2013