Hi, I’m Elliot and I’m haunted by a spirit. And I’m scared. Well, I’m not scared of the spirit, because it’s only a spirit in need and only happens to visit in the days leading up to Halloween, I’m scared, because I feel it needs my help and I don’t know how! I don’t know how or when exactly it happened, but maybe I should start from the beginning. What I do know is this: I know his name. I know what he used to do and everything that is easy available through an extensive search on the internet, considering he used to be relatively famous. I know, I know,…

Green is all I see. Rich, luscious green landscape and rough rocks placed in the rich soil is all I see. The wind whips about my hair from behind. It is just as rough as those rocks, but it feels liberating. There is a force stronger than myself on the face of this earth and it gripped me well. I turn to face the open Atlantic Ocean. I stand on the edge of an incredibly deep cliff and watch as the enormous waves crash mercilessly into the rocks beneath me with thunderous violence. I breathe the clean, fresh air. What a difference it is from the polluted city smog. I…

            3pm and the work day just begins now for A.J. The senior manager of the telephone operated survey company that has been his source of income for the past 20 years. 20 years of sitting at home in his office, equipped with the newest gadgets to ensure the best telephone, internet and survey connections are available to him. Everything and anything that could ensure his success at the company has been invested in, everything except noise-proof building material that made up the ceiling of his basement home office and the advancement of science for the prevention of his dwindling hearing.             A.J. is starting…

May 23/1898                 5:45am, just before the sun rose above the eastern horizon that was the home to Anne’s family, Tecumseh, Anne herself rose, disgruntled and sticky from the night’s humid air. It was all too known that Windsor only had two seasons; summer and winter. Residents of this newly appointed city may receive the occasional treat or tease, whichever one prefers, by enjoying a lovely day of spring or fall temperatures coupled with the breathtaking sights and smells of either season. All that; however, did not bother Anne this early morning. Rising an hour earlier than she was used to for the plain purpose of folding paper flowers in…

            My dearest, at the present moment I’m tucking along on this very bumpy train (as you can see by my childish chicken scratch), thinking of you. It is the 4th of December sometime in the late afternoon. I lost track of time hours ago, no, days ago. The sun is fast setting behind the snow-covered horizon. The little fluffy clouds in the darkening sky have turned a deep, rich pink, almost red. They are beautiful! Mother Nature has tucked the earth in for its long winter’s nap. Nothing can be seen for miles except whiteness and bare trees. A natural solitude that affords peace,…

Part One   The sun, warm, but not hot, kisses my face as I look up into the clear blue sky. There is life all around me. There is joy everywhere, or so I am told. The birds sing their morning song as the sun peaks over the easterly horizon. A day that could be filled with joy and laughter, or sorrow and pain. There is joy all around me, there is laughter everywhere, but I hear none. I am numb. No one knows the pain I feel. No one cares about the pain I feel throughout my monotonous day. How could they, I smile everyday. “Smiley” is my name…

 It was the beginning of the school year and the cool, brisk wind of the cloudy mornings let one feel summer had left and was not to return for the rest of the year. Daniel was walking down the old maple-lined path that would eventually lead to the Brighton schoolhouse one Wednesday morning. He carried himself straight and proud, had his books skilfully flung over his shoulder and held the end of the leather strap that securely bound them while they were bouncing off his lower back with every step he took. His other hand rested elegantly in the pocket of his trousers. The morning dew still hung on the…

Nighttime. It is paradoxical for me to tell you that nighttime is the most comforting time of day, or in this case night, out of the 24 hours each of us have every single day, before the clock seems to reset itself and another dawn breaks with new opportunities (if I feel like channeling my inner Anne Shirley of Green Gables right now). But in all honesty and seriousness, there is something magical about the post dusk hours. Those hours too far removed from the new day to make you all paranoid about not getting enough sleep, if you take these moments and reflect on yourself, your aspirations, on your…

I have over 150 allergies and most of them decided to make my life a miserable version of an existence about one year and two months ago, November 2013. I was always exhausted. My breathing was laboured and felt like a full-time job that you hate to wake up to every single morning. And inhaling through both nostrils was a fantasy to me. I was desperate. I had no idea why this was happening all of a sudden and how to make it stop. I was in such a bad state I was about to give my pet rabbit away, because I thought her fur was to blame. On a…

Chapter 1 One may say that friendship is an integral and important part of a person’s life. The existence of a friend to confide in and to share secrets with, someone that accepts us as we are and make us feel loved is something most people love, cherish, sometimes take for granted, but are always aware of its significance. Most people, but not all. Such is the case of Catherine Montenegro. A bright young woman, intelligent, very pretty and cold as a fish. She is of the opinion that friends, friendship or the spending of “quality time” with other people when not discussing topics that expands the human mind in…