She/Her. Amateur fiction writer with a background in journalism hoping to provide interesting content to the people.
City Girl Doing Farm Sh*t
The grassy parking lot has no guiding lines, yet everyone seems to know exactly where to park. Even at the farm, hours outside of Toronto there is order. The parking lot mimics the organization found in the hundreds of expertly curated flower beds. The only part of the farm that shows any sign of disorder is a section where sunflowers grow alongside poppies, wildflowers and weeds.
I wake to the smell of damp earth. It’s dark. In front of me, I can make out the faint outline of a machine. I whip my head around frantically to get a sense of where I am.
A Look at Chester Himes and A Rage in Harlem
To say Chester Himes is the Black Raymond Chandler would only serve to diminish his genius and undermine Chandler as a purveyor of the hardboiled crime genre.
Part 5: Wilhelmina Wilhelmina inched her way through the house. The soundlessness of the stranger’s kitchen made her uneasy. She thrived in loud environments. Wilhelmina knew she could hide behind the noises of everyday life. No one noticed her in crowded places where the chatter of the people on the sidewalk drowned the sound of her conversations with Jerry. When she went to find food, the smooth music of a peddler's violin distracted onlookers from the sight of her rummaging through a dumpster. Even Wilhelmina's home was disguised by the roaring noise of the buildings around her. No one noticed a dilapidated shack on a street where rats and crackheads roamed the sidewalks.
The Healthiest and Most Stable Relationship in my life
Books are magic. Turn a page and you can be thrust into a new reality. At one moment you might find yourself the observer of a human-vampire romance; the insider with knowledge of a secret plot; or, you just might uncover the secrets of the universe only known to those who have diligently studied the cosmos. Wherever and whenever you find yourself, the power of words and your ability to imagine things you’ve never seen or experienced first-hand is what brought you there.
Part 1: The Robinsons Ice cream dripped down Tara’s arm as she looked out of the back seat of her family’s travelling van. They were making their way to the cottage, a homely wooden four bedroom structure housed three hours outside of their home in Mississauga, Ontario. They had taken this trip every year together since Tara was five, during the last dreadful weeks of summer before school started back up again.
The Perilous Tale of Walter No-Name and His Quest for Dreams
Walter No Name was put to sleep seven days ago for the seventeenth time this month. Seven days is Walter’s personal record. It’s the longest he's been able to maintain a dream sequence. Although the record for the longest dream sequence is two months, Walter would be happy about hitting the week mark when he was finally woken up.