Adair Sigurdson
Bio
Adair is currently working on the Manifestation Diaries, a fictional short story series with more poetry to come. Stay tuned!
Stories (26/0)
Manifestation Diaries : The Divine Meeting Part 2
I had trouble sleeping that night, glancing at my alarm on the beside table glowing 11:11PM. Giving up at my attempt of a good nights rest I began to make a list of the things that were bothering me. Earlier at the library Caroline had greeted me politely, even after my failed attempt to scare her she invited me to join her for lunch. A persistent memory of Caroline I hold dearly is she only ever emanated kindness and grace in our times together. That half hour made me really think about my life, instead of telling me how I should live my life and what I should want out of it, which everyone hates to hear she had asked me what I had wanted. "If you listen to everyone else and are complicit with what they think you should want, you will lose your ability to make decisions for yourself. When people make decisions for you it’s easier than if you were to figure it out on your own. You will only end up miserable”. She said all this with a tone that made me respect her more, like a mother except she was never blessed with children. With that she mentioned a book she had once read, an unusual read for her because she's not devout in faith but she said it was about a spiritual journey and general life principle. "If everybody could all be just a little more supportive, patient and kind, we shouldn't be telling everyone else what is right and wrong and pass judgement, instead we need to be telling one another how much progress we've made or how they see us with positive affirmation. I see you, I think you're making an effort and you can get control back. You just have to want it, but is it what you want? Make a list of what you want, and make out each step to clarify what you need to do. When you're done you'll just have to sort it out and take it one adventure at a time". Caroline was right, I had to put in some work to try to fix myself.
By Adair Sigurdson2 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Raincoat
I let her walk home alone that day. Not a day passes by that I don't regret that choice. By her age my parents had given me far more freedom than I had graced upon her. It was less then a ten minute walk for her little legs from our cozy house and the school. She only would have to cross two stop signs and there were many locally owned store fronts on the way and so I told myself she wouldn't be alone. I was a single mother, her father left before she was even born and now she's eight years old. A little lady. Every morning I’d walk her to school and go to work, waitressing breakfast at a tiny diner on the corner of Main Street. Then after I clean houses with my neighbor Gilda, she would usually drop me off to pick my daughter up at the school but, since I let her have this bit of freedom I was able to get home and start supper sooner.
By Adair Sigurdson3 years ago in Fiction
Camp Nehiyawak (neh-HEE-oh-wuk)
I had spent three summers of my youth there. Come along, I want to show you. Let your mind's eye seek, a grand brick and mortar estate nestled in the open hands of a sprawling valley, lavish in rich vegetation. Brimming with the most beautiful and verdant foliage you’ve ever seen, the ground scored with gravel pathways and raised wooden boardwalks. At the basin of this valley sits a lake, one that remains forever still, as such deserving of its name, Echo Lake. Its shade muddied from the umber-colored earth that it rests upon. The area encompasses close to three square kilometers. Land that once belonged to the Plains Cree, a disillusioned olive branch was offered in the form of the camp namesake, but it is forever entrenched in a history that was. No balance or equal, leaving only people with power and the powerless. Muddied as the water the land is forced to lay upon. However, the story I’m about to tell does not fully encompass the heritage that has been thrusted upon this great valley. The main institution within the estate was opened for use in 1917 as a sanatorium for Tuberculosis patients. The other small detached houses scattered on the property were developed as needed when it would much later turn into a summer camp. Location of the camp to my proximity was far and I was lucky to fly to and from camp each year. You must then have to take a bus to get on or off of the compound. My first summer I endured two weeks, most of it in which I spent sulking. I was only twelve and had never been away from home for more than a weekend. The second summer was three weeks and my third and final summer was six weeks.
By Adair Sigurdson3 years ago in Fiction
Halloween Pumpkin Smash!
My graveyard smash “mix-tape” as I prefer to call it with some nostalgia, will be the one to listen with your friends and family. Either by sharing it now or when it’s safe enough to get together. Here’s to hope we can all get on the same page so that that feeling we call safe will be here sooner. So, I’d like to think I chose mostly timeless songs mixed in with a bit of modern edge. My choices were based on whether or not I thought they had staying power. You cannot please everyone but I most certainly tried. In my head I had imagined people getting together, and in Manitoba where I am from, we have something called Socials. It’s like the familiar school dance but mostly with adults and you can consume alcohol beverages plus there’s food and silent auction prizes. They are a lot of fun! Halloween can take on a different meaning for everyone, but for me it feels like tradition and socials are a tradition here, a fun one at that.
By Adair Sigurdson3 years ago in Horror
Manifestation Diaries : The Divine Meeting Part 1
Two years had passed since the accident (not accident) happened. If I could describe it to you in one word, blurry at best. It was in the basement of a Church across town that I was attending my first AA meeting. My family held an intervention. I went from liquor to a lot of liquor. Was I hooked? Yes and no, I was coping. Party of one. My interpretation of the guilt felt like my shadow, it followed me, and then I was completely surrounded. All is black and all is everything, it’s the everything you can see and touch.
By Adair Sigurdson3 years ago in Fiction
Manifestation Diaries : Ulterior Motives
Winter of my 15th year and my suffering was just beginning. I was always aiming to please because feeling rejection was too hard to stomach. An older man by a couple years was the first one I gave myself to. It was terrible and immediately I knew he was never going to call me ever again. That choice resulted in horrible bullying, started by who I thought was a dear friend. She went so far as to hack my social media and then change the passwords after. Her name? Let’s call her E-. Immediately I felt I had to please her. She thought she had the upper hand because I came to her, but like I stated before, I hold the cards. Advised by mutual friends to correct her behavior and apologize to me, she heeded the advice and things returned back. I knew she thought that by being in my good graces again, she would hear more to gossip about me as I would put my confidence in her again. E- couldn’t have been more wrong.
By Adair Sigurdson3 years ago in Fiction