Sierra Enigma

It’s never been easy working in the same place where Mom died. The university’s sprawling campus occupied most of the peninsula, and the hospital sat at its edge.…

May Reflections — Part Two

In Part One of my May Reflection series, I played philosopher around positivity, intention and the Golden Rule. Really, paying yourself by ‘paying-it-forward’. Yada-yada. Today, I want to…

The Last Days of the Marcy Bell

Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American. Since 9/11, it was only through a sea of red tape…

Good Boy, Jake

Rod in hand, I went to the lake, To fish for trout with my dog Jake. I cast my line, it went plop-plop. We waited for nature’s wat’ry…

Does TV Rot the Writer’s Brain?

Hello, fellow quill-bearers! For your mind-bending pleasure, here is another open-ended dilly of a question: We’re often told that to be great writers, we must read voraciously. Does…

Justin Takes Control

Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor. Ava Longleggs, always the most generous of hosts, enjoyed Mister Cayse’s visits immensely, often more…

Dead Inside

Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass. Spotting a flash of motion to her…

For Love of the Short Story

Grok walked into the cave, tired and hungry. Today’s hunt bore little bounty and dusk quickly advanced into night. A solitary rabbit for his tribe would keep them…

May Reflections — Part One

I attended the annual PD Summit in downtown Halifax this week with a slew of IT, business and marketing peeps. It’s always great to connect and reconnect with…

Writing Rituals

Last week, I posed the following to my fellow writers: I do most of my creative writing soaking in a hot bath with my head immersed and my…

How I Rebooted My Love of Writing

Way back in January of 2013, I made a promise to myself to pick up my quill and start writing creatively again. In high school and university, I…

Random

“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place. She stomped out of the kitchen and met Rodney in the driveway, her nails…