Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Every Wednesday afternoon, Walter made the same familiar walk to the little bakery at the end of his street. It had become something of a weekly tradition. He would push open the door, exchange a few friendly words with the cashier, and leave with exactly the same order every time: one loaf of bread and... Continue Reading →
I went to the grocery store for three things. Bread, bananas, and toothpaste. Three things. This should have taken approximately seven minutes, assuming I walked at a reasonable pace and successfully avoided making eye contact with anyone I knew. Forty-five minutes later, I was standing at the self-checkout with seventeen items. I don't know what... Continue Reading →
It was supposed to be a nice walk. Those were the exact words I said as I reached for the leashes. “Come on, guys. We’re just going for a nice walk.” Looking back, I realize this was arrogant. You should never announce your plans in front of dogs. They hear optimism and immediately interpret it... Continue Reading →
It started with twenty dollars. Not a fortune. Not enough to change anyone’s life, or so Claire Morgan thought. She found the bill folded inside the pocket of an old winter coat she hadn’t worn since the year before. She was standing in the hallway, already late for work, when her fingers brushed against something... Continue Reading →
Deep within the Amazon rainforest, there are places where the trees grow so densely that daylight struggles to reach the forest floor. Rivers twist through thousands of kilometres of wilderness, strange cries echo through the canopy, and animals can disappear into the vegetation only a few metres away. It is exactly the kind of place... Continue Reading →
At 8:14 on Saturday morning, Isabelle woke up feeling ambitious. This was unusual. Normally, Saturday morning Isabelle believed strongly in remaining horizontal until her bladder presented a legally binding eviction notice. But on this particular morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, birds were singing, and somewhere deep inside her brain, a deeply irritating voice whispered,... Continue Reading →
Every morning on her way to work, Maggie passed the same little blue house at the end of Willow Street. It wasn't particularly remarkable, except for the small wooden table that had recently appeared beside the sidewalk. The first morning, there was a handwritten sign taped to it. “FREE — Please take what you need.”... Continue Reading →
In the summer of 1764, something began hunting people in the remote countryside of south-central France. The old province of Gévaudan was a rugged place of mountains, dense forests, isolated farms and scattered villages. Today, much of the region falls within Lozère and Haute-Loire. Wolves were hardly unknown there. Shepherds and farmers lived alongside them... Continue Reading →
Along the rugged Pacific coast of British Columbia, where deep water surrounds Vancouver Island and fog can transform familiar shapes into something altogether stranger, stories have circulated for generations about an unusual creature swimming beneath the surface. It has supposedly been seen by fishermen, sailors and people watching from shore. Sometimes only a series of... Continue Reading →
At 7:03 on Monday morning, Lily decided she was going to become a calm person. Not eventually. Not after therapy, personal growth, or several years living alone in a cabin where nobody could find her. Today. She had watched a video the night before featuring a suspiciously peaceful woman wearing beige linen who explained that... Continue Reading →
