Theme: Fiction
Getting Home
BY Kadie Cowan
I went upstairs to say goodbye to Mom and when I came back down Kathryn had finished packing my things in her car. “Is this seriously all you’re taking?” she…
Clean-Up
BY Molly Clarke
We’re trying to sell the house because none of us want to live here. We have our jobs and our lives and our houses with open concept designs. We all…
NORTHERN DETACHMENT
BY Clancy Margaret
The wind was still, but the cold was biting all the same. Stepping outside made her sinuses burn and her eyes water. She brushed the snow off the seat of her snowmobile—a mid-nineties Ski-Doo, always giving her trouble. She surveyed the town as she waited for the engine to warm up. It’s squat vinyl sided homes glowed amidst the dim winter daytime. Snowmobile tracks crisscrossed on the road but not a person was in sight. She checked her handheld GPS. The coordinates lined up with somewhere northwest, about a forty-five minute ride under the blanket of dark. There were no stars today. It was always cloudy.
Tryouts
BY Terry Doyle
Jason swings his Jeep between two mounds of dirty ice that flank the end of Christine’s driveway, and takes a deep breath before going to the door. He’d waited in…
Chanterelles
BY Heidi Wicks
“Matilda,” her father told her once, “there’s this one kind of mushroom, they look a whole lot like chanterelles, but let it be known – they’re not chanterelles. They’re called Jack-o’-Lanterns and they make a person quite sick.”
The Museum at the End of the world
BY Elizabeth Whitten
On the northeast coast island of Fogo lies a place of incredible geographical importance: one of the corners of the flat Earth. Long suspected by locals, the significance of the…
The Creation of Water
BY Tracey Waddleton
I listen to the CBC and make sausages and the meat is expensive, but it’s worth it. Bobby says this is lovely and while we eat, we admire our little place. The baby is coming soon. The days are growing slower.
BINGO
BY Jenina MacGillivray
Troy Gallant had curly chestnut hair, and he was tall. By far, he was the cutest and nicest boy in the neighborhood. He would never try to put the moves on you at the Laundromat while you were folding your underwear, for example.
Opulence and Gravy
BY Heidi Wicks
From under the Plexiglas dome inside The Hotel Newfoundland, the outside sky is a navy velvet blanket bedazzled with stars. The Courtyard, an ecosphere bursting with a bouquet of chlorine…
Red & Blue
BY Terry Doyle
“We should really go to the Beaumont Hamel ceremony. A hundred years,” Jill said. “Where is it?” “The Rooms.” “But it’s Canada Day,” Tyler said. “It’s Memorial Day. Until noon…
More Folly than Sense
BY Sharon Bala
Mahindan remembered the hens, the little girl with the party dress. Okay, okay, he said, using the English expression. Just keep quiet and tomorrow, I’ll get you an egg.
The Party
BY Edward Riche
Well that was awkward. I knew Canada’s big 150 anniversary shindig was going to be difficult but it’s not like I couldn’t go.
Mile One Proposal to Help Lower Tuition
BY Gary Newhook
The plan calls for students of the English 1080 and Math 1090, both first-year courses with high enrolment, to write their final exams on the ice surface at Mile One.
Camels in the Newfoundland Desert
BY Susan Sinnott
MELVIN WAS OUT at his crab pots when the first boats came, their guns pointed right at him. Jesus. Pirates in Conception Bay? “Morning,” he says. “Looking for somebody?” “Canada,” says…
Canada on The Rails
BY Melissa Barbeau
SHE CARRIED A POCKETKNIFE, of course. A multi-tooled contraption with a blade, but also a fork and a spoon, a corkscrew, a tiny fold-out ruler, a level, a bottle opener….
How a Small Newfoundland Town is Saving Canada’s Urban Middle Class
BY Gary Newhook
WE JUST WANTED TO OWN SOMETHING, even if it wasn’t in BC.