Fiction The Tide 12 Feb 2022 Are there fights we will never stop having? Is part of making a life with someone learning how to live with the rough edges that will never stop scratching at…
Fiction Snowed In 22 Dec 2021 We've been having a hell of a snow-dump the last two days here in Prince George, and I couldn't resist the spooky potential of being trapped by the elements. I…
Fiction Promises 18 Dec 2021 CW: reference to opioid OD Erin struggled with the zipper on her jacket. It refused to to zip farther than the first inch. She tugged and pulled and swore. “Christ.…
Fiction Tío Wilson 17 Dec 2021 CW: Fatal domestic violence, dead body I sat down to write this morning knowing it had been a while. 5 or 6 days, I thought. But the document I keep…
Fiction Lost 7 Dec 2021 Department stores are creepy. There's a Hudson's Bay near my house, and if I'm going to or from the stores past it, it's way faster to walk through than around.…
Fiction “A not horny elevator” 3 Dec 20213 Dec 2021 You know when you step into the elevator of your building and run into the older guy your husband might be having an affair with who might also be a…
Fiction A Death in the Building 2 Dec 202118 Dec 2021 Usually, I do the bulk of my writing in the morning. Early, quiet morning especially. But this is some nighttime writing. Maybe I'll keep track and see if there's any…
Fiction Believer 1 Dec 202118 Dec 2021 So far, everything I've posted related to Haunted Apartment (the most boring working title in history, I know) has been fully improvised when I sit down to write. Since the…
Fiction Aftermath 30 Nov 202118 Dec 2021 CW: Blood Byron sat cross legged on the couch with a blanket around his shoulders and a cup of coffee turning cold in his hand, staring straight ahead and seeing…
Fiction Too Much To Ask 30 Nov 202118 Dec 2021 “What are you talking about?” Wilson asked, laughing “we’re not moving. We just bought the place.” “I’m serious, Wil. Something is wrong with this building.” Byron insisted. Wilson’s smile faded…
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