In honour of Hallowe’en (my favourite holiday), I thought I’d try to flex the creative muscles and write a little ghost story. ~ Ghosts Some short months after the pandemic is finally over, she…
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A short story in the time it takes to travel a few stations and head to the Yokohama train. This short story has been lying around my hard drive since 2012. I can’t remember…
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Sometimes, other than embroidery, Jam squeezes in time to contribute to cool projects. Like this short story about her first date featured on, very funky, LikeLike Zine. Between sewing for a living, growing a…
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I apologize for not “getting real” this time around. Without warning, November descended upon us and because of it I scramble. Like many others I know, I caught fire, struggling to operate on less than six hours sleep and…
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I suffered through Faolon’s humiliation with constant reminders that this would, in fact, be the last. I would never again feel his hands on my body. I would never feel his lips cup my…
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The plan was for me to stay as close to Faolon as possible throughout the night, with the odd escape to seemingly gossip with Rachel. At some point Caleb would appear, but other than…
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My time with Caleb felt like freedom. I was powerful. I could move about, play, touch, feel, smell, breath, without fear. The more I was able to feel this way, the less I could…
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I woke up the next afternoon in my own bed with my chambermaid sitting in the chair beside me. She immediately stood and offered me a drink of water while I waited for the…
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I was lost to him for what seemed like a moment and forever all at the same time. His hands and my hands both explored the body opposite our own as if we were…
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He is the man I would have noticed first, had he been in the room when I arrived. He is the kind of creature that draws all eyes to himself, without doing much…