The Move

It's hard to see them coming sometimes - fundamental changes that irrevocably alter the whole makeup of your life. It feels like day in and day out, nothing really changes. The days feel long and monotonous. Same couch, same pandemic, same life. But these small, seemingly inconsequential, things happen every so often. You sell your…

The Eighth Floor

I’ve been doing apartment life for 4 years almost, in the same midsized building, midtown. There are 6 units on my floor. We’re in the one-bedroom unit directly across from the elevator. The walls that surround us are old and thick and concrete. They separate my life from my neighbours’ quite adequately. We live our…

The Purse

When the busboy brought the dark brown leather Burberry purse to the front desk of the steakhouse, where I worked as a hostess, we scoffed. What kind of person forgets their purse at a restaurant, we wondered. An expensive purse, at that. We figured she must be some rich housewife, who doesn't really care too…

The Butterflies

Butterflies. What a beautiful expression to describe the waves of nausea coursing through my stomach right now. The flicker of anxiety reaching up to my heart and causing this insomnia. My whole body is tingling with this nervous anticipation. How sweet it is to liken this horrible feeling to majestic butterflies. Of course, if tomorrow…

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 Plates

"I love your plates!" Exclaimed my friend as I brought out a stack for my guests to eat their pizza slices on. I smiled politely. "Yeah, they're okay." The truth was, I liked these plates too. Kind of. I mean, I chose them, one night, shopping at Walmart with my mom. I needed something quick,…

The Annoyance

Somebody's cellphone was going off in the middle of my exam. That annoying vibrating sound originating from the bottom of a bag somewhere. Rhythmic. Repeating. Bzzz. Scratching at the back of my mind, raising my annoyance level with every vibration. Bzzz. And apparently, I was the only one who could hear it. Nobody was reaching…