Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Consulate

Dumpster

See, so, the thing I don’t get about human nature is why pay good money for satellite TV when you can get crystal clear...

Bushed

"I told you not to come,” she said. I closed the door and smiled, placing our bags down in the hallway. “Hi Penelope,” I said. Ralph and...

The Wrong Numbers

When it occurs to me that I might be having a heart attack, my life does not flash before my eyes. My first thoughts...

Children of the Corn

There’s a photo in the Saturday paper Dad wants Shell to think about. It is really simple: a man’s hand—giant and white—is holding out...

L’histoire de Mathilde

I’d realized one day that it was something I could do and by the next I was doing it all the time—to the traffic...

The Circles in Which We Travel

Louisa, in a blue dress that plays up her red hair, runs around the kitchen. “Malcolm! I can’t find Iffy’s bag.” “I’ve packed it,” Malcolm...

Walking Back to Turtle

P.O. BOX 1293 1149 Laurier Place Edmonton, AB T5H 1P7 Dear Mr. Spotted Plume, I am writing on behalf of Mr. J. Ahkiskiw, author of the Savage Under Heart series (Plains Romances // Big Sky Press...

The Somewhere Else

An excerpt from Victoria Hetherington's digital fiction project I Have To Tell You (0s&1s, 2014).  1. DAVE When I was a kid I hung around with our grubby,...

Reinventing the Wheel

My next-door neighbours are really bad at fucking. It’s painful; I can hear them every third or fourth night just sort of futilely scrambling around on...

Esperanza

What some call holiness—that hard to measure, out-of-the-blue goodness—can take root in strange places, at unexpected times. Think of that cool Christian miracle of...