Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
Far off the northeastern coast of Papua New Guinea lies New Ireland, a long, narrow island surrounded by warm tropical waters. For generations, people living along parts of its coastline told stories about a strange creature that moved through the shallows. It breathed air, surfaced only briefly, and disappeared beneath the water almost as quickly... 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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
