When I was in Grade Eight at Lakeview Elementary School in Regina, Saskatchewan, our teacher, Mr. Graham, used a miniature hand-cranked generator to demonstrate electrical current for us. We all held ... [+]
Short Fiction
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When I was in Grade Eight at Lakeview Elementary School in Regina, Saskatchewan, our teacher, Mr. Graham, used a miniature hand-cranked generator to demonstrate electrical current for us. We all held ... [+]
“A healthy baby boy! Congratulations!”
Miriam looked up at the doctor and gave a forced smile.
The doctor sat down beside her bed. “You must be pretty tired.”
Miriam
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In my thirteen years on this planet, not once have I ever felt the urge to stop by the library at a quarter to midnight on a rainy Tuesday. A friend’s swimming pool? Been there. A movie theater on ... [+]
She summoned the courage to approach the altar, bowing her head to see the plaid of her skirt grazing red carpet. There, she heard the whispered calling of undulating silk robes and the mournful sighs ... [+]
“My mom was bitten by a vampire bat! For real! Mom, please mom, tell the story.” My nine years old child insisted with pride. She wanted to impress her friends, as she had seen myself doing many ... [+]
In another universe, much like this one, lies a world where everyone has a soulmate. In this world, everyone is born with a black mark on their body signaling the first place their soulmate will touch ... [+]
Her fingers are now knurled like the branches of an oak tree in winter. Those once graceful hands, united her with piano keys, and paint brushes to create an impact of her life and living is now a ... [+]
It was a reunion of sorts. The eight of us had spent a week together the previous winter, sailing around the Grenadines on a time-share catamaran. It was Grayson and me, Ben and Alicia, and two othe ... [+]
It had been a mild Spring, Cool, gusty winds had kept the air feeling alive, fresh, almost disguising the lack of rain. The mild weather had not lasted. Weather-beaten faces looked to the sky, hoping ... [+]
The alarm buzzed, “beep, beep, beep, beep,” as the sun shone down through my bedroom window. It was a normal day, and like all normal days. I smacked the snooze button and I was up.
”Get
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Yellow light pushes through old plastic domes on the ceiling. Streaks of rain on the window glow at the edges with color from a traffic light hanging outside the apartment. Red... yellow... green ... [+]
People think that living during the zombie apocalypse is hell. It’s really not.
Being dead is so much worse.
I've been walking for weeks now. I feel the stinging in my feet yet my
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Humpty Dumpty was described by his peers as a well-rounded, anthropomorphic sphere of worldly proportions. Over the years he had let himself go, sagged and gotten a little ellipsoidal—a bit eggy as ... [+]
While I wait for news, and now my hands have stopped shaking, I want to record the incident that happened tonight.
My parents had gone into London to see an opera and still aren’t back at
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I pick it up, stare at it and try. To forget what I had lost. To let go. It wasn't easy but I knew I could not hold onto something that wasn't there anymore. It all began a long time back. A time when ... [+]