Published in Overland Issue 217 Summer 2014 · Writing Story Wine Prize: judges’ report Paddy O'Reilly It was the great pleasure of the judges (Campbell Mattinson, Clare Strahan and me) to read through the 400 submissions for the Overland Story Wine Prize, whittling down the excellent offerings to our top twelve, and rereading those a number of times to determine the winner and runners-up. Each judge was impressed with the diversity, cleverness and pathos of the submissions. The shortlist was made up of stories that varied widely in style, tone and length, and we debated vigorously on the way to select the top three. One of the strengths of the short story form is its ability to accommodate experimentation and risk while providing a satisfying reading experience; this strength also makes judging one story against another a difficult task. Some stories impressed with their fresh voice and vivid storytelling, others with their subtlety and poignancy, and still others with their ability to deal with difficult themes in a new and satisfying way. Our unanimous choice as winner, ‘That inward eye’, is a joyous celebration of the inner life – observation, memory and a profound appreciation of beauty intertwined in a technically impressive single sentence of 585 words. It is a story that will reward multiple readings. First place: ‘That inward eye’, by Leah Swann Runner-up: ‘I thought maybe I could be a lounge singer’, by Lauren Aimee Curtis Runner-up: ‘6pm Saturday night’, by Sally Breen Paddy O'Reilly Paddy O'Reilly is the author of four novels and two short story collections. @paddyoreilly.writer More by Paddy O'Reilly › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 11 December 202411 December 2024 · Writing The trouble Ken Bolton’s poems make for me, specifically, at the moment Linda Marie Walker These poems doom me to my chair and table and computer. I knew it was all downhill from here, at this age, but it’s been confirmed. My mind remains town-size, hemmed in by pine plantations and kanite walls and flat swampy land and hills called “mountains”. 17 July 202417 July 2024 · Writing “What is it that remains of us now”: witnessing the war on Palestine with Suheir Hammad Dashiell Moore The flame of her poetry scorches the states of exceptions that allow individual and state-sponsored violence to continue, unjustified, and unhistoricised. As we engage with her work, we are reminded that "chronic survival" is not merely an act of enduring but a profound declaration of existence.