The Story of the Wendigo

The boy’s father was a strong, hard but kind man named Joseph, who built the cabin over ten years ago with his father and brothers. The last shingle was nailed to the cabin’s roof shortly before the boy, whose name was Michael, was born, and Michael’s sister Amber was two years old. Joseph built theContinue reading “The Story of the Wendigo”

saturday morning swim class

the smell of the pool warm chlorine whirring of underwater jets feeling of cold, slick tile underfoot sounds echoing off high, hollow ceilings screeching of the lifeguards’ whistle memories come flooding back in waves of soft pool water that parking lot outside cold winter wind turning to fragrant humidity as you walk in hearing theContinue reading “saturday morning swim class”

Violet’s Rainy Day

Violet was excited because today was Saturday. Every Saturday, Violet went to visit her best friend Lilly, who lived nearby. To visit Lilly, Violet only had to walk through her back yard, cross a small stream, climb over a sandy bank, and walk across Lilly’s backyard to reach Lilly’s door. But this Saturday, there wasContinue reading “Violet’s Rainy Day”

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