Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
It had been raining since sometime before dawn. Not the dramatic kind of rain that rattled windows and sent tree branches flying, but the steady, determined kind that seemed perfectly content to stay all day. It drummed softly against rooftops, collected in puddles along the sidewalks, and turned the entire little town of Bellweather grey.... Continue Reading →
Some weeks are productive. Some weeks are relaxing. Some weeks are inspiring journeys of personal growth... And then there are weeks where you basically stumble from one day to the next, fueled by questionable amounts of sleep, conversations with dogs, and the stubborn belief that eventually Friday will arrive. Welcome to my week. It started... Continue Reading →
It was early June 1993 when Desmond “Joe” Warren and his girlfriend found themselves parked along a quiet gravel road in Renfrew County, Ontario. They had been visiting friends at a party and eventually pulled their vehicle into the entrance of an old logging trail along McLeod Road, between the communities of Springtown and Burnstown.... Continue Reading →
There are certain moments in life when you realize you’ve made a mistake. For Julia, that moment came when she was standing in the frozen-food aisle holding a family-sized lasagna while an employee announced over the store’s speaker system, “Would the owner of a blue Honda Civic please return to your vehicle? Your car appears... Continue Reading →
Every Saturday morning, Arthur carried one extra chair onto the sidewalk outside his little secondhand bookstore. Nobody really knew why. The shop itself was the sort of place people could easily walk past without noticing. Its windows were crowded with crooked towers of books, faded postcards, and handwritten signs promising things like “Mysteries: Cheaper Than... Continue Reading →
The legend of the Waheela comes from the vast northern wilderness of Canada, particularly the Northwest Territories and the mysterious Nahanni region. It tells of an enormous wolf-like creature that supposedly roams remote forests and mountain valleys far from human settlements. According to the legend, the Waheela resembles a wolf at first glance, but anyone... Continue Reading →
Every Saturday morning, Mr. Bell set up a tiny table at the local farmers’ market with exactly twelve jars of honey. His table wasn’t fancy. There were no colourful banners or elaborate displays, just a faded yellow tablecloth, twelve jars filled with golden honey, and a handwritten sign that read, “Made by happy bees and... Continue Reading →
Long before the roads and buildings of modern Leonardtown, Maryland, there were thick forests, scattered farms and small settlements where life could be difficult and uncertainty was often frightening. It was in this landscape, sometime around the late seventeenth century, that legend places a mysterious woman named Moll Dyer. She is remembered today as the... Continue Reading →
At 7:13 on a perfectly respectable Tuesday morning, I discovered that I had an enemy. He was a squirrel. I don't know his real name, obviously, but I named him Gary because he looked like a Gary. He had the smug confidence of someone who had never paid a bill in his life and yet... Continue Reading →
The rain wasn't supposed to start until six. At least, that's what the weather forecast had promised, and Emma had trusted it with the kind of reckless confidence usually reserved for people who had never been personally betrayed by a weather app. It was 3:17 in the afternoon when the sky opened. Emma was halfway... Continue Reading →
