Oneg In The Arctic
Bio
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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James ❄️ TheDaniWriter ❄️ Melissa
RiverJoy ❄️ J. Delaney-Howe ❄️
Water is Life ✊
Achievements (2)
Stories (145/0)
- Top Story - May 2023
What a NutTop Story - May 2023
No one knew why the vending machine was installed on the fourth floor of the apartment building. It didn’t make sense to have it there, and tenants from the other floors immediately complained about the unfairness of it all. But the building manager was preoccupied with a custody battle, so some snack machine wasn’t really a top priority.
By Oneg In The Arctic11 months ago in Fiction
The Rattling of Wars
The antique shop was an antique itself; passed down for generations. No one understood how it wasn't bankrupt, as city folk avoided the shop like the plague. An old murder-suicide tale haunted the place, and the family's compensation was what kept doors open.
By Oneg In The Arctic12 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2023
When You Gamble Your HeartTop Story - May 2023
I blew on candles that weren’t for my birthday. I figured, why do wishes only count on days of birth? I mean, someone somewhere was definitely born today, maybe they’ll be kind enough to let me borrow some of their luck.
By Oneg In The Arctic12 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2023
- Top Story - April 2023
sometimes i feel completely overwhelmed by it allTop Story - April 2023
I was talking with my friend James recently about the state of the world. While I'm on an island in the arctic in Northwestern Canada, he lives in the United States, a country that too often makes too much noise. We've been writing buddies for probably two years now, and I consider him a dear friend.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Journal
- Top Story - March 2023
the purple road of griefTop Story - March 2023
In a land not far away at all, there lived a boy who liked purple lollipops. They reminded him of water with Kool-Aid mix, something his mother used to make for him on Sundays as a treat. But when his mother disappeared, his father was too wrapped up in grief to recall the Sunday morning ritual. So, he settled for the grape lollipops that his teacher sometimes handed out.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - March 2023
Where the Golf Balls Hide
“If I have to warn this damn kid one more time not to hit the ball in the same damn direction, I might lose it. I’m starting to think he wants to rack up a lost ball bill for his parents. Freakin’ rich pompous prick of a kid.” I sighed deeply, trying to keep my temper from hitting the top.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Fiction