The Xenoflora Spell

When it arrived, Aaron didn’t see anything, it all happened too quickly. Shooting out of the sky, faster than a bullet, it narrowly missed him and his dog, Chase. The air heated up instantly. The cool air of that early autumn evening became so hot that he had to step back as though he had … Continue reading The Xenoflora Spell →

Choosing Life: a William Morgan Story

By: Ben Bielert “You’re hard to track down,” Angela said, surprising me as she emerged from the shadows. I wasn’t easy to sneak up on either, so my surprise was intermingled with admiration. “I don’t like to sit still,” I told her. “What are you doing here, Angie?” “Not happy to see your offspring?” She … Continue reading Choosing Life: a William Morgan Story →

Talking to Myself

By: Ben Bielert It’s a drizzly, miserable, cold fall day, which has completely screwed my usual routine. Lately, I’ve been writing in the park, risking the possibility that a member of my city’s growing homeless population will try to steal my shitty 5-year-old laptop and pawn it for the $40 that it’s likely worth so … Continue reading Talking to Myself →

The Hermit of Strathcona

By: Ben Bielert There once was a hermit who lived off in the mountains and hills of Strathcona Park. Many say he lived there for years, though nobody ever knew exactly why. Some said he got sick of people, others said he thought society was sick, many thought that he had a screw loose, coulda … Continue reading The Hermit of Strathcona →