Letters to the Medium, Introduction — Spirit workers live under the scrutiny of non-believers and those seeking to discredit them. Throughout history, skeptics and religious leaders vilified, tortured, and ostracized Mediums and their brethren for admitting they see and communicate with those who have passed on. It’s my mission to dispel myths and misconceptions around those…

Her nasty greed earned her the meal she deserved “Harrumph, typical.” Icy breeze of ill-intent wafted into the kitchen. “Told you lunch wouldn’t be ready yet. Never is.” Bev called over her shoulder, “Hey Frank, Karen. Sit down. Just finishing up your grilled cheese sandwiches.” Dour expression on her face…

After all her work, she stepped back and let someone else take the glory — Read the story from the beginning here. IX. Jax stood over my terrified sister, laughing and taunting her. “I’ve been looking for you, Rosie. Thinking about you, too.” He grabbed his crotch and thrust his hips towards her. Lewd. Crude. I expected nothing less from him. “What the fuck do…

I showed him what pain really was — “Okay, Dee, this should help freeze your gums. Tastes yucky, so don’t swallow it!” Dr. Payne rubbed some freezing gel on my gum and pushed his chair back. I grimaced at the horrid taste, he was right, and waited for it to kick in. It didn’t. At all. “All right…

She needed a glass of wine and some relaxation, she got a plate full of trouble — Read the story from the beginning here. VII. Fingers beating out a tune on the steering wheel, the scruffy-chinned Shaggy wannabe slowed us to a stop at the side of the road. …

She always made sure to say grace before a meal — Read the story from the beginning here. V. Car alarm set. Keys zippered into their pocket. Satchel hanging from my hand. My curve-hugging little denim dress tugged into place. Long mouse-brown curls tossed over my shoulder. Eye-catching, deep plum lipstick refreshed and glistening. Heels clicking across the asphalt, I threw…

Hot and meaty soup was her favourite first course — Read the story from the beginning here. III. Emerald wrap dress clinging to my curves, I smiled at ruby red toenails peeping from my matching four-inch Louboutins. Long, jade pendant hung around my neck. Large satchel over one arm. Perfect, smudge-proof lipstick. Subtle, yet striking, make-up. Attitude wrapped snugly around…

He waited for his mark to arrive so he could fulfill his final mission — she was the one thing he hadn’t counted on — Heavy wooden door whooshes shut, slashing the dusty light inside. Slow, measured footsteps clomp across the worn hardwood floor. God-like, he saunters to the bar, taking the crowds and loud music in stride. Eyes darting hither and fro, he searches for his obsession as soon as he’s through the door.