Tag: Fiction

  • Frozen


    She was finally winning

  • Daily Commute

    Daily Commute

    She saw the young man sitting across from her on the train flash a look of annoyance as someone brushed his knee with her bag. She wondered why he was annoyed when he was clearly mansplaining (that is the term, isn’t it?) with one leg in the aisle. She studied him more carefully and noticed…

  • Pretending


    I am someone different to everyone that knows me. Which means that nobody knows me.

  • Forever


    It was a windy October day, and she stood at the edge of the park, lost in her own thoughts. She was alone in the park and she watched the empty swings swing back and forth, their chains rattling in the wind. The day matched her mood – solemn, reflective, and overcast. The clouds above…

  • Marking Time

    Marking Time

    Fifteen minutes to three o’clock. I was nervous. I had flown into Vancouver early this morning. Why did I agree to meet him today? By the time I cleared the arrival gates and taxied to my hotel, I only had time to quickly wash up and unpack my suitcase before heading out to Gastown. Ten…

  • On Devil’s Rock

    On Devil’s Rock

    The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place is unintentional. She stood high atop Devil’s Rock, looking down on Lake Timiskaming, high above the surrounding expanse. From her vantage point she could scan the areas all around her, each one holding a precious part of her past. She could…

  • Reflections


    The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place is unintentional. “You seem much calmer lately; much more relaxed. What’s changed?” she asked. I was a bit flippant in my response. “I’ve stopped worrying about everything. We’re all going to die someday; it’s just a question of when, so why…

  • The Man in the Shadows

    I never should have picked up the bag.

  • Work in Progress

    There are a couple things about keeping a blog that I find frustrating. One is the administration of the blog itself. For example, I would like to also post some of my creative writing, but I’d like it to be in a separate section, so it doesn’t seem so out of place. I’m not sure…

  • The Fountain Pen

    The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or not, is unintentional.  There’s something special about the feel of a nice fountain pen; it makes you pay more attention to your penmanship. Penmanship – ha! People don’t even care about that anymore. These days all that matters is quick and easy.…