The island is visible only from the point, and visited only by the grief stricken. Grey stone markers are barely visible above the tall grass. This is a cemetery more isolated and lonely than most.

Bodies are ferried…

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A review of Trevor Mcpherson's ebook Something's Not Right.

“Mom, don’t watch me, not even a little bit,” my four year old told me when I peeked in to see her staring at the high kitchen cupboards. I walked away, but kept an ear open, listening to sounds of a chair being pushed across the room, followed by clattering dishes.



“Don’t come in,” she called and I heard the refrigerator door open and close.



After a few quiet minutes punctuated by an uh oh and an oops, I thought it best to investigate.



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Free period was spent in an empty classroom working on the school newspaper - just the five of us chatting and arranging the layout over cans of soda and stale donuts.



On a run to the office for more scotch tape I heard the juciest piece of news and knew that bringing this tidbit back to my pals would make me a star.



I hurried, without running in the halls, heart pumping, huge grin, mind working overtime to make this story as entertaining as possible.



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The wind howled and moaned about the house in such a way that, for an instant, I thought the tumult inside of me had escaped and was unleashing its woes upon the world. When I arrived home from the day’s labour, I had discovered pinned to my door a paper, rattling against the worn oak. It was a notice from the town that my house was scheduled for destruction at noon one week from the day of this missive and that I was to make some other arrangements for my lodging. I went directly to my parlour… Continue