The Internship

"That's the girl," I whispered to Ant, using my chin to point at an event tent across the harbourfront. "And that guy behind her is the manager, the one who interviewed me." "Really? I didn't picture him to look like that at all." "I told you, he's all tall and spindly. Kind of looks like…

The Short Story

It all started when I posted a short story about my experience visiting my boyfriend’s grandfather in the hospital. A fellow blogger found that post and recommended that I submit my story to Chicken Soup for the Soul. He explained that a friend of his had submitted several stories to the franchise, and that he…

The Letter

One late August night, I found myself amidst a self-made tornado of laundry, school handouts and miscellaneous junk. I was in a frantic frenzy to find my checkbook; September’s rent was due in just a few days. I liked calling it, “September’s Rent” because to me, that sounded like I lived in a chic loft…