Isabelle Dumais
Stories (4/0)
The Man from Downstairs
Samira Clarke opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She had been dreaming of that boat again, the one on the horizon that was floating away without her. She did not know how or why but she knew somehow she was supposed to have been on that boat. Something in the way she felt a despair as she watched it drift off made her wake up every time with a certain dread in her chest. She picked up her phone and looked at the time. 3:41 am which was almost the same time she had woken up last time, and the time before that. She glanced to her side and saw her husband Jeff sleeping peacefully. Samira took a drink of her water and lay back down. She rolled over to her side facing the window and as she stared at the curtain gently being blown by the wind, she wondered where this dream came from and why she kept having it. Samira had recently been trying to contemplate herself by meditating more and exploring spirituality which was something many people had been working on during this pandemic. She had even tried some techniques for astral projection a few times. Maybe they were actually working. Her husband had been the one to start with all this spiritual stuff a couple of years back and recently they had been practising more. ‘I’ll think of that later’ she thought as she put off her thoughts to be able fall back to sleep.
By Isabelle Dumais3 years ago in Horror
Guess That Noise
When I saw this challenge, I got excited. Really excited. Now this is a challenge I stand a chance at winning, I thought. I am a professional at embarrassing moments, putting my foot in my mouth etc. I had so many stories to write about I didn't know which one to start with. What about the time I was wearing high heels and somehow slipped on the sidewalk and slid as if on a snowboard for almost a meter in front of a line-up of people waiting for the bus only to fall over at the beginning of the line with my backpack over my head. What about the time I was doing one of my first flights as a flight attendant ever and forgot that my retractable jumpseat at the front of a very small, yet full of passengers airplane, would retract if I didn't hold it down and I fell back into the airplane door with my feet up in the air as I tried to sit down? Or the other evening when I entered a school PTA Zoom meeting yelling at my kids to stop playing and eat their dinners, forgetting to mute my mic (I left that meeting quick and probably won't be attending the next few).
By Isabelle Dumais3 years ago in Confessions
The "Thing" about Vikings
After having two young kids at home, a full time job which took me away for half the week (I am a Flight Attendant) and a full time volunteer job at home (chef, nurse, sanitation and various other tasks) I hardly ever watched television. Sometimes on my layovers I would turn on the television in my hotel room and watch random bits of shows or movies (sometimes in foreign languages) that didn’t take too much thinking and pass out after the first half hour with a half eaten sandwich in one hand and the remote control (disinfected of course) in the other. Then along came Covid-19 to change all that. All of a sudden, I was out of a job and spending my days taking care of the kids and nights trying to figure out what the next step in my life should be. One night in July, tired of thinking, I opened Netflix and started watching Vikings. I didn’t even know I was hooked until I couldn’t wait for the kids to fall asleep so I could turn on Netflix. Or, I would get disappointed when my husband would come home early because he doesn’t watch television and would just chat throughout the whole episode. I wasn’t really Netflix and chilling though because Vikings doesn’t let you chill much. The non-stop action and surprises in the show made my heart pound and made me grit my teeth. I was too invested in the show to be just a spectator, I felt like I was part of it. After a few episodes I tried not to get attached to the characters and you should probably do the same. Viking life is dangerous and most of them end up in Valhalla- depending of course on how courageously they died, who knows where the others go... I was very upset when I realized Netflix only had until season 3 at the time but I couldn’t just let it go and wait for Netflix to eventually add the other seasons so I bought season 4A and had to borrow the other seasons from my sister who was almost as much of a viking fanatic as I had become.
By Isabelle Dumais3 years ago in Geeks
Cracking the Ginger Gene
Red Hair. It has been mystified, vilified and sometimes revered over the centuries. It's rarity and charm almost always makes people turn around and catch another glimpse of someone with red hair passing by. They say red haired people only make up about 2% of the population, which makes me lucky, because I have two red haired sons. Many people forget that although rare, there are many different shades of red from many different places on our planet. Being red haired doesn't necessarily mean the lightest shade of pale skin. My oldest son has deep brown eyes and copper colored hair with skin that tans easily. My youngest has strawberry red hair with light brown eyes and slightly lighter skin that burns easier in the sun. There are black people, east Asian, southeast Asian, and Middle eastern, Mediterranean people with red hair. Very often, people see my children and tell us they also had red hair when they were young or that they know someone who has a child with red hair when neither parent does. They always ask us where the red hair comes from.
By Isabelle Dumais3 years ago in FYI