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…

Freshly baked treats make everything all better — Start from the beginning with Gone Camping Back Soon — Part 1 “Mrs. Maxwell? I have more questions if you’re up for it.” Inspector Traynor’s words washed over me as tremors rippled through me. Head shaking, I muttered, “No, no,” repeatedly, needing to distance myself from what he was trying…

He left her a note — debts and a broken heart — Sun peeked over snow-covered trees on the other side of the frozen lake. Cold, but bright, beams broke the horizon, lighting up the winter landscape. Bits of green and yellow dotted the snow on the shore of the lake. …

Or the chance to ride her husband’s cock. — “Happy anniversary, my darlings!” I double-kissed my college roommate’s cheeks while grasping her husband’s hand. “I’m not sure how you two manage to make it all look so damn easy.” “Oh, we’re thrilled you came, aren’t we Clive?” I leaned in to kiss her doting husband on the cheek. “We…

They walked through fire and hell for each other — I could feel eyes on me as I sit in the living room, the old television flashing with the escapades of the Brady Bunch. Reruns airing for the millionth time, but whose familiar scenes remind me of you. The feeling of being watched intensifies. Secretive smile plays across my lips. …

My favourite dozen (or so) stories of the year — My favourite coffee shop when I was younger, the one my Mom would take me to for a treat, was Baker’s Dozen Donuts. We always brought a dozen donuts home. Which, as you can guess, was really a baker’s dozen. Thirteen donuts instead of twelve. And they were good. Big…

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…