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Marianne Dresnik and Ali Oswald, the Trapper and the Tinker, raced together up the final landing of the underground prison, narrowly avoiding two crossing guards as they passed under them. Red lights flashed and alarms blared on every level, and they had been lucky to encounter only a few adversaries thus far. Of the ones Ali did not take down with th
The Midgard’s treated foreign nobility fairly and richly, and made them feel higher than the norm. They gave them gifts and exotic foods, and sung them songs. Their people spoke in a language that always seemed to have two meanings. It was unique and vague, but hardly cruel. Everything about the Midgard’s was admirable and intelligent, though it did not lack in disguise. That is what Perdita found most appealing. The lavish room in which Perdita was placed made her own palace loo
In his shadow I am Queen, forever vowed as protector and servant, but also as bodily slave. There are pawns and knights, and I am somehow lesser, yet I continue to play. The strategy is my game and he, the final victor. My body, my soul. His glory. What am I? Pawn? Passion? Prayer? I am Taken, and he is coward. I am off the board, so who is my opponent? I look aside for the final move. Now they all see it: Checkmate. #feminism #marriage #queen #knight #pawn #king #chess #game #strategy #poem #ch
Complicated beings build a simplified Existence. Smothering kindness and forever holding our breath for the next knife in our backs. In all that brittle baring we bare our teeth and Burn our hair. Woman, man and the Other stand in pretend unity to preach their cause to empty listeners with texting hands. Inside we are creative, but outside: facades are all we paint, post and preen and Primal are our fears. Social is our angst and our anguish. We say nothing when we Know, and we speak when we kno
Oh, hello there. I’m a Millennial. Didn’t you know? I watch Netflix and play violent video games and watch sexually explicit television series. I also drink alcohol, and, I once threw a remote at my sister’s head. I was five, but still. Haven’t you heard? Kids these day are psychopaths. All of us. We have been so corrupted by the world that we don’t even know the difference between right and wrong anymore. It’s all just… shades of gray. And, do you want to know what the leading cause of our horr
There is much to be said for Canadian’s and their infamous ways. We are somewhat of an enigma to the rest of the world, and especially to our southern neighbours. We live in igloos, we play hockey, we ride polar bears to our day jobs at the maple syrup factory, and our diets subsist of bacon, and this mysterious meal rarely seen outside our own borders: Poutine. We are a majestic and bearded populace, and we have great taste when it comes to beer. Oh, and free healthcare. That’s a thing. The ‘Po
When starting their first job, most people are at the lowest rung. Me? I was there at least four times before I finally crawled my way through the glorious swamp they call ‘the workforce’. Customer service, especially for a person who struggles with social cues (AKA an introvert), is possibly the worst imaginable thing when picturing a first job. Or a second. Or even a third. Okay, so holding a stop sign for fourteen hours probably isn’t that exciting either. But, nothing is worse for a
I waited patiently as men and women filed past me, shoulders bent and eyes downcast. The smell of urine and sweat, mixed with the damp mustiness of being underground was overwhelming, but my nose was forced to grow accustomed. I pressed myself to the rocky wall and closed my eyes for a moment. My unit passed nearly in silence before I felt a rough hand on my shoulder.
I always thought that dying was a horrible thing until I realized what the alternative entailed.
Human beings imagine the end to be a peaceful resolve. They imagine their loved ones on the other side. Others (the cynics of the world) imagine there is only darkness when they die.
Me? I imagined a sunset, and perhaps a beach somewhere with an endless supply of margaritas.
To my ungrateful surprise, none of these endings were what waited for me. Despite all the reli
I often hear of the debate between the Baby Boomers and the Millennials, and it’s not actually much of a debate. It’s target practice. Baby Boomers are aiming their unregistered shotguns straight at the troubled, younger generations, and we’re armed with nothing but a smartphone and unlimited data. Half the time we don’t even realize the conflict is there. In this battle-of-the-ages, I have personally done little to raise my finger in defense of the other side. Why? Because I have minor social a