Marie Wilson
Bio
Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
Stories (42/0)
All You Really Need Is Empathy
Mercy is having a sarcasmgasm on Facebook. She read an opinion piece in The New York Times and thought it was "full of bullshit" so she posted about it, laying on the sarcasm. Mercy often uses the quote: “I’d give up sarcasm but that would leave interpretive dancing as my only way of communicating.” She adds: “And you don’t want to see that.”
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Humans
The Notorious Ward
St. John’s Ward was a festering pool of poverty & disease located in the heart of Toronto in the 19th & 20th centuries. Known simply as The Ward, the area was defined by its border streets: College, Yonge, University & Queen. It housed the city’s poorest: people who had travelled from afar looking for a brighter future, who then did their best to set up housekeeping in Toronto’s worst slum.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Humans
Beautiful Nixie
Beautiful Joe was a dog whose owner beat him and cut off his ears and tail. In 1894, Marshall Saunders wrote “Beautiful Joe”, a novel based on the true story of this tortured dog. Her book led the charge for the humane treatment of animals everywhere.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Petlife
Safire Silver
There she goes again, that little blonde girl jumping off the carport roof with an open umbrella in her hand. She’s trying to fly - she’s always trying to fly - and this time just like all the others, she drops straight to the ground, much like the pears in autumn on the tree next to the carport.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Kist and Me
ONE - Stepping out of a cab in front of the Devonshire Hotel I almost tripped over some lug tying up his shoe. As he stood up, the sun glinted off his camera. Hanging from a short strap around his neck, it looked like a child’s toy. This, plus his khaki shorts and mismatched socks - one argyle, one red - gave the impression of an endearing if overgrown boy scout.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
