Have you ever been down to Brantford It’s not a bad place to live, although there honestly isn’t that much to see So much is just abandoned, or so old you can’t even imagine what it was like when it was new It doesn’t really feel like a city, more like a small town that got too big for the ‘town’ label
Most of the places that hire are warehouses, and even then, they tend to go through the temp agencies...[Read More]
All Joe Jenkins wanted was to go to bed Work had been tough on him and lunch, hardly edible Not to mention, his car’s CD player (yes, CD player) was broken, and no radio station was playing Alice in Chains on a loop like he would have liked All Joe Jenkins wished for at that moment in time, was to lay down and cuddle to his sleeping wife, right after tucking Josephine in Professional let-downs aside, it went as fairy-tale-perfect as it did...[Read More]
“The year is nineteen-ninety-nine” That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read out the date on the blackboard every single day The year 1999 exists as a stain in my mind, however, as a memory that will not go away no matter how I try to forget it 1999 marked the year I lost my first tooth, my first time on a plane, and unfortunately the early loss...[Read More]
Part 1
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to play God
Some questions should stay unanswered
We selected seven individuals for the study My colleague found it important to have a radical mixture of gender and sexual orientation Discrete cameras were set up throughout the participants' home and places of business We instructed the subjects to proceed with their daily activities, normally, as if nothing had changed
We then told our people a white lie
We told them that a team of...[Read More]
As I entered John Kirowan's study I was too much engrossed in my own thoughts to notice, at first, the haggard appearance of his visitor, a big, handsome young fellow well known to me "Hello, Kirowan," I greeted "Hello, Gordon Haven't seen you for quite a while How's Evelyn" And before he could answer, still on the crest of the enthusiasm which had brought me there, I exclaimed: "Look here, you fellows, I've got something that will make you stare! I...[Read More]
The rain beat a steady rhythm on the asphalt In the dark sky above, the rumble of distant thunder rolled slowly toward us “Daniel” The sound of my name pulled me from my reverie I turned my head away from the drenched playground and toward Miss Wasson “Are you with us” she asked, resting a hand on the edge of my desk I nodded unconsciously, my mind a million miles away I looked to the watch on her left wrist It...[Read More]
John Woodford in his first moments of returning consciousness was not aware that he was lying in his coffin He had only a dull knowledge that he lay in utter darkness and that there was a close, heavy quality in the air he breathed He felt very weak and had only a dim curiosity as to where he was and how he had come there He knew that he was not lying in his bedroom at home, for the darkness there...[Read More]
I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder when I was five I have always struggled to interact with people because of this disorder, spending large amounts of time attempting to fix imperfections around me I would lash out harshly at people around me if they touched me or my things, and I became socially isolated My father died when I was seven, and so my mother did her very best to raise me by herself despite my condition She was the one...[Read More]
It started when I was six years old I was in school, it was the middle of a reading lesson, and I needed to pee, badly At that age, actually, a fair few kids still wet themselves, and I always got paranoid about embarrassing myself in public like that I stuck my hand up and told Mrs Zebby that I needed to use the bathroom After the usual speech about how I “should have gone at break”, she gave me the...[Read More]
I In the heart of a second-growth piney-woods jungle of southern Alabama, a region sparsely settled by backwoods blacks and Cajuns—that queer, half-wild people descended from Acadian exiles of the middle eighteenth century—stands a strange, enormous ruin Interminable trailers of Cherokee rose, white-laden during a single month of spring, have climbed the heights of its three remaining walls Palmetto fans rise knee high above the base A dozen scattered live oaks, now belying their nomenclature because of choking tufts of gray, Spanish...[Read More]
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