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The Attic in the Basement
(A short film based on The Attic in the Basement, winner of Best Director in the BC Student Film Festival) “Quiet down, back there!” I yelled whilst driving down an…
Read NowWhat You Need
Read Part One here Read Part Two here * * * HELLO AND WELCOME to our pre-Halloween sale at Cinderella’s Curios and Pawn! I’m Katrina Overman, and I’m so glad…
Read NowThe Unseen
Read Part One here Read Part Two here “You can’t fight what you can’t see or hear.” – Marion Strickler “For good to have any chance, there needs to be…
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Born on 13
The following was recorded in New York City during a group session on Friday, August 13, 2021; EIT 0-3-7 ———————————— JAMIE: Hello everyone, I’m Jamie— GROUP: Hi Jamie! [light applause]…
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Long Fingers
For as long as I could remember, my Uncle Chet was always a strange fellow. I can still imagine him clearly, even after all these years. He was a gaunt,…
Read NowSee You Tomorrow
Tuesday, March 25 – 4:54 PM My name is Spencer. This is actually the first time I’ve logged onto this website…but my friends told me that this site is where…
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I Got Invited to a Party that Didn’t Happen
My head loilled back, allowing me a view of the clear night sky. I’m no astronomer, but I had a childhood fascination with stars and constellations. There was the Big…
Read NowThe Mortuary
I was surrounded by dead bodies. Being a mortician, I was used to it of course. It used to creep me out a little when I first got the job.…
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The Vintage Carousel
I grew up in a pretty crummy town - Nowheresville; a real one-horse piece of crap with a small municipal park that housed a vintage carousel since time immemorial. The…
Read NowTug Tug Tug
You could kick yourself. Its the middle of the night--or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it--and freezing cold because you, like an idiot, kicked off…
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An Open Letter to My Best Friend
You know who you are. I wrote this because you've been complaining recently about how you want to be set free. I decided to post a letter to you here,…
Read NowWhite Christmas
"Fuck, it's cold." You would think I'd be used to it by now. Pulling my scarf a little tighter, I take one last drag off my cigarette and flick it…
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The Night Simon Followed Us
A couple of years ago, I walked home from a bar with two friends, and we were all loaded drunk. The Irish-Newfoundland band brought the house down that night; this…
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I Chose to Descend
It was finally time.Ever since the cave was discovered in the mountain next to my hometown, I had always wanted to explore it. It was my right after all, I…
Read NowThey Come Home To Roost
This farm has been in my family for two generations. I've always enjoyed the peace and solitude since I was a boy, just me and my folks. Now, there's just…
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Stop Signs
Davis knocked on the door, holding his clipboard in hand. A few moments passed before it opened, and he was greeted by a somewhat elderly man; maybe in his mid-fifties.…
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How To Break a Bad Habit
When I was in college, I developed a bad habit. No, not alcohol or drugs, something far tamer than those. I developed a habit of sleeping in class. You see,…
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Made of Wax
Larkton County Museum was a place for children and adults alike to learn all about the local history of the small county. It was initially a large, empty dirt field…
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Writer’s Block
“Did you get my story written?” Christie asked as she came through the front door just after two. Normally she wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours but apparently…
Read NowSomething’s In The Nursing Home
I am going to die soon. My name is Ed. I am eighty-one years old, living in the Bright Shades Nursing Home. I have three kids, two sons and a…
Read NowNightmare Walking
Have you ever had one of those dreams, where you dream you're doing something, only to wake up and realize you're almost acting out your dream in real time? The…
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The Devil’s Playground
My foot tapped eagerly on the floor of the internet cafe. I looked at the unattended laptop, then back to the counter. The laptop been sitting there, unlocked, for over…
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