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Writer’s Choice

It wasn’t supposed to be this way

Who are these black figures, hovering around my bed like the dementors on the Hogwart’s Express? Am I dying? But there’s no bright light. Every breath is a struggle.

George’s Gold Nugget

Tommy sniffs me at the door, the scruffy dog more polite than enthusiastic. One of his jobs is door monitor. He races back to the man lying in bed in an adjacent room.

Paying Homage

The morning dew soaked through the pants on Hans’ suit. He was on his knees, both hands clasped in front of him, as if paying homage to a shrine.

Mixing Bowls

Out of breath after climbing three flights of stairs to her new apartment, she muscled her way in the door and set down her heavy shopping bags. The apartment was completely empty aside from a few stacks of boxes against the living room wall.

Book Review: Bliss Adair and the First Rule of Knitting

At the start of the year, I found myself traveling to Portugal for a funeral instead of a children’s writing conference in NYC. I needed a book that wasn’t too heavy, both literally and figuratively, as I would only have a carry-on, and I was already emotional.

Smarkles

My niece was a glitter girl, perpetually covered in multi-coloured gems from glue guns and magic markers.

Immigrant

A homeless Deer takes shelter at the ramshackle tent near the bottom of the field. I think she is homeless, or at least tribeless.