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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Tonga (On Sunday Mornings) by Carol Hilland

On Sunday mornings we would hike in,parting oversized leaves and long-spiked grasses,hauling faded snorkeling gear andwater bottles stuffed into sweaty daypacks,following a path to the edge of quiet.Then sound would creep in, that low rumbleof water exploding through cracks and fissures,foaming up crevices into pools,partially filled with tenacious bits of lifeholding fast to their spots on carved-out wet rocks.Unperturbed, we would scramble overstone outcroppings, staggering down the beach trailinto a sudden blast of blindingwhite light, glaring through a translucent shimmerof…

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A Dog Named Cron by Jennifer Harrison

Ever since she was three years old she hated dogs. Not only hated, but feared with unreasonable obsession. Sarah repeated over and over to her father the scary story of Cron. Cron–who stood as tall as she did. Cron—who paced back and forth, baring his teeth, snarling behind the wood slat fence. Cron—who waited to ravage her as if she were a leather moccasin. Cron—who barked so loud it took her breath away. Her father listened, but only for so…

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Daughter by Danielle Kennedy

“Look how pretty she looks in her pink dress!”“She’s going to grow up to be a beautiful young lady.”“She’ll be turning all the boy’s heads.”“Look at this new truck we got him for his birthday! We got it in blue, his favourite colour.”“He’s going to be such a handsome man, just like his father.”“He’ll be a heartbreaker for sure.”From almost the second we’re conceived, we’re categorized into Joe’s and Jane’s; our destiny already picked out for us. He will be…

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Three-Hour Fiction Contest winner Daniel Williams

Ogami grinned and looked over to the white skinned man sitting in the passenger seat. Dan was struggling to find the right button that would roll down his window. “Wot up, Dan-man?” he asked in a cheery tone. “Can’t seem to find the right button….” Dan mumbled. Ogami reached over and pulled Dan’s hand away from the center console. “What is freakin’ wrong with you Canadians, man? I got the AC up full, and you wanna roll down the window…

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