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“I have just one small suggestion, little girl.” Frederick thrust her into the wall, his forearm pressed against her collarbone to keep her in place. “Do your job. Pleasure my son and conceive a boy. You have no […]

When I was stolen away into the car, I simply let my eyes fall onto the tires of the car beside me. I could barely see over the windowsill, but I still kept my eyes focused. One round – my future. Two rounds – from my past. Three rounds – wherever he’s taking me. Four [...]

It was raining harder than Maude had ever seen before. Little drops pushed their way through the solid roof of Timoth Manor, splashing onto the floor, dripping like waterfalls. She was used to the noise, having been in Holding. But Porter was not. His annoyance was clearly written upon his delicate features and he was [...]

I struggle with symbolism and the profound in my writing. Most things that seem to be ‘deep’ in my writing are placed there accidentally. It’s something writing teachers often comment on. “The repetition of ‘mint green’ should be a symbol, but it isn’t.” (First year, fiction professor). I don’t like things to be forced. Not [...]

I’m passionate about writing. I love it, it’s my life. It’s heartbreaking, therefore, to realize that being passionate isn’t enough sometimes. Skill and tact come first. I wish it was all just passion. I’m sad about having to leave UVic’s writing program next year (completely by choice!), but I’m happy to be switching into something [...]

A husband. Funny thing is, I never considered it that way. I always thought I’d be chosen and then married, but it’s so different when you think “this is my husband.” It seems like it’s too formal of a word, or too sentimental. Because this isn’t about love, and in the old stories you married [...]

It started as a dull roar, a small sound outside of the window. I barely thought twice about it, having grown accustomed to noise. But Isaac was immediately on alert, at the window and staring out, his eyes intense. I had to remind myself that this wasn’t Holding anymore, and this didn’t happen in the [...]

Be still, let it go. The song plays in my head – Kelly Clarkson, one of her best. I picture us – him and me. Sitting. Laughing. Kissing. I feel an ache in my heart I haven’t experienced since he left. It almost makes it worse that he didn’t leave by choice – he had [...]

We thought of him as our shepherd. He came in, gathered us, lead us places. He made us do whatever he thought we should do, what he thought we had to do. He showed us off, even took care of us, but wasn’t afraid to make a sale. Being treated like sheep gets old. Really [...]