Showing posts from January, 2015

One Last Ride

Everyone remembers the historic battles; only a tiny handful still carry the scars. The brave men and women that serve their country, in past or current conflicts, are heroes. Canada has always been a military that comprises itself completely of volunteers, and is renown world-wide for not only its ferocious fighting spirit, but also as a delegate of peace. There is a cost for peace, however, and those that bear such emotional scars have difficulty relating others, and often have trouble finding peace within themselves; in their mind they still hear the cries of the wounded, and the roar of the canon. 

I would like to dedicate this short story to all the untold heroes of the Canadian military. Each has a story to tell or a song to sing, but they all share one commonality; every one has experienced loss. _____________________ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious …

Don't Read This!

Gary stared at his computer screen. Earlier, one of his friends had posted a link to a website talking about supernatural manifestations; PK energy, Black Eyed Kids, ghosts, and other dark, unexplained phenomena. The young man didn't really believe in such things, and dismissed all notions of such occurrences as products of someone's overactive imagination. In his logical mind, everything could be explained. He still didn't understand what had prompted him to visit the website, but as is normal, social media was a whirlwind of chaos with a smattering of cat videos, and boredom had set in long ago. It was late; as he glanced at the time on the bottom of the computer screen, he realized that it was almost midnight, and his roommate hadn't come home yet. “Weird”, he muttered to himself, realizing his roommate normally didn't stay out so long, and should have been back at least an hour ago. He turned his attention back to the short, fictional stories that rolled acros…

Lean, Green, Powerful, Clean

People are still flaunting the promotion of fossil fuels and its extraction like it's some sort of God-send miracle. With talk of deep-water drilling, bitumen processing, and engines that require less fuel, the general populace is blinded of the simple truth; oil is poison. Massive corporations set the market standard and own a monopoly on energy production, as well as transportation. It's a game played at the expense of lives, health, and the welfare of the entire planet; as long as everyone keeps using engines that require gas, the oil companies keep fracking, drilling, and sucking the poison out of the ground. They boast of job creation and industrial profits. They've cleverly hidden the fact that the entire world is a slave to oil, behind fancy tire rims and brand names. People still drive gas-guzzling vehicles regardless of the fact that wars are being fought over the fuel. Corporations from other nations push for more development of pipelines and production, even tho…

Obscure Arcanum - Chapter One

There's a kind of mystique about a diary. It's a collection of personal thoughts, and events; usually a very personal affair. - Most individuals protect their diaries with the utmost care.

A diary (also called journal) is a record (originally in handwritten format) with discrete entries arranged by date reporting on what has happened over the course of a day or other period. A personal diary may include a person's experiences, and/or thoughts or feelings, including comment on current events outside the writer's direct experience. Someone who keeps a diary is known as a diarist. 

I've been keeping an online diary since May 4th, 2014. I've never written a diary until then, because I honestly didn't see the point. My analytical side only saw vulnerability, and it never would have occurred to me that there could be a usefulness to writing down my personal thoughts. I understand that many do find comfort with keeping track of dates, weather, events, and the …