Underlying Shadows by Léa Wheatley-Maltais

  The big-hand froze as our staring contest awaited the ringing of the final bell. I was usually pretty good if I could focus but I had to admit, he was winning; hanging there with colourful fall leaf cutouts that everyone had made last week created a border around my opponent. Almost as if the clock was the focal point just asking for a stare down, Miss Edwards stood directly underneath, her red skirt adding to the display, as if she…

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The Child is Chosen: A Story of Omelas by Kendra Rogers

The Child is Chosen: a Story of Omelas With a clamour of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city. Omelas, bright-towered by the sea.1 Joyous processions make their way down cobbled streets, passed moss-covered gardens to the banderole festooned race course at the Green Fields. A child of nine or ten sits at the edge of the crowd, alone, playing on a wooden flute. People pause to listen, and they smile, but they do…

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The End of the World

  The dull throbbing of last night’s drinks created a barricade in which no positive thoughts could penetrate. I lie in my bed, ashamed of myself that I gave in temptation once again to run from her. She stares at me in my mind’s eye and pleads with me to-I do my now daily check of turning my head slowly from left to right, confirming that the headache is almost debilitating. I crave release from this pain, but I know…

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Conquering Fears by Satvir Kaur

He looked up to see the height of the bridge frame which he had to climb and jump from to show Steven that he was also daring like him. But, deep inside he knew that he was not. The rusty iron rods and chains more than 50 years old seemed like were trying to hold onto their lives, as nobody paid attention to this bridge ever since it was built. Not being the popular route among travellers, only few vehicles…

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Delicate Symmetries by Léa Wheatley-Maltais

It’s my last year of high school and, thanks to all these early mornings, I’ve become more of a coffee person. Sorry Baba. I still have tea whenever I visit my Dad. Today, as I sat in my father’s kitchen, I cupped the large mug filled with black tea, one quarter homo milk, no sugar, and lifted it towards my lips. I sat and gazed upon our newly added artwork that hung above our kitchen table. Cool toned colours filled…

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Uber by Jordyn Poirier

“I make most of my money off of real estate, y’know, flipping houses and stuff. Last house sold for two mil. I’m pretty good at it I guess, and I love the money. I also compete in the world series of poker, won nearly two hundred grand last year. You’ve probably seen me on TV and stuff. I try to stay low-key though, out of the public eye. My line of work, y’know, it goes up and down though, y’know?…

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Rerouted by Alyssa Le Fort

When Jerri stepped out on the patio, she saw three people from the wedding party she would have to convince if she hoped to get out of this angry crowd alive. Ok. Jerri was a character, not in the wedding party. She looked down, and saw she’s wearing a blue knee length floral summer dress, her hair pinned up, and her legs shaved. Obviously, this virtual reality stuff didn’t care about matching with your actual personality. She stood tall and…

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Reciting Vows by Ryan Grinas

(Pool toy as part of a revenge; ironic twist at the end). When Jerri stepped out on the patio, he saw three people from the wedding party he would have to convince if he hoped to get out of this angry crowd alive. “She’s hysterical, how could you leave her like that?” the first person demanded. Mid-forties, receding hairline with a tailored suit. A three piece with a wool vest, elegant long silver chain from his pocket watch hanging by…

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Interview with Renée Saklikar

Why  did you decide to write  Children of Air India as poetry? children of air india, which is the first completed series from my life-long poem-chronicle, thecanadaproject, originally began as a memoir at SFU’s The Writer’s Studio in 2009. I was fortunate to be mentored by Wayde Compton (author of Performance Bond, 49th Parallel Psalm, After Canaan) and then Rachel Rose (author of Song and Spectacle) as well as by the original founder and director of the Studio, Betsy Warland (author of Breathing the Page). My memoir…

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Featured Artist: Fiona Thomson

My current artistic pursuits are in acrylic painting, graphite drawing, and digital photography. The majority of my artwork stems from introspective contemplation of ‘Human Nature’ and ‘Mother Nature’ through portrait and botanical studies.Personal psychological tensions and qualities of renewal are significant themes represented within my artwork. The combination of realism and abstraction, as well as historical and contemporary aesthetics, are aspects of art that I continually explore. Choice of color plays an intricate role in my paintings. Emotive and representational…

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