Stories are amazing. They help us to understand our world by looking at things a little differently. They can change our outlook on life, make us laugh, cry, get angry, all from a few well chosen words. From a very young age I've loved to read and to write as much as possible. I still devour books like they're going to disappear, but I unfortunately don't have as much time to write as I used to. From time to time, though, I get a burst of inspiration that I can't ignore that gives birth to a short or long story. Most of the stories I have posted on here are ones written several years ago, back when I had a little more time on my hands, but some are more recent. Please don't steal them. If you want to share them with others, that's great, but give credit where credit's due, that's all I ask. If you would like me to post something of yours on this page, to give me feedback, offer to publish something on this page, or for whatever other reason, please e-mail me.

The Twelve: I wrote this beginning sometime in grade 9, 1995, and finished actually writing it sometime in grade 10 or 11, but continue to edit it to this day. It is the longest piece I've written to date, being 66 pages long on the computer. Sarah wants me to get it published, and maybe one day I will but it certainly needs a lot of work before that happens.
In a nutshell, this is about twelve friends that are each a different astrological sign who are abducted by aliens. It's kind of a young teen sci-fi short novel. I find it very enjoyable, and I hope you do too.

Forever: I believe I wrote this one sometime around 1997. It was originally a prologue for another novel idea, but it just seemed to stand alone as a short story so well, and I love the reaction I get when most people read it that I abandoned the rest of the novel.
It's about two people in love. All of the names in this piece are from my own family tree. I'm sure the real Ronald and Caroline Currie's love did not turn out the same way, but I hope they'd be interested to read it anyway.

Rosie Raindrop: This is a children's story I wrote as a school assignment in grade 9. I even had cute little illustrations for it, but the final copy got lost somewhere along the way. In a bizzare way, it discribes the water cycle, but that's not what I originally intended.

Poetry: I've never really been much of a poet. I almost always felt that I could express my feelings a lot better in prose. Especially when I tried to make poems rhyme. That always turned out pretty aweful. I do have two poems that I am somewhat proud of. One, "The Choice", was written in High School when I was in the midst of making one of the biggest choices as far as how I wanted to live my life. The specifics I'll leave to your imagination. I wanted to leave it open for debate so that it would speak to more people than just me. The second, which is untitled, was written during Junior High, and is about my friends.

Don't Cry Over Spilt Blood: This one's a bit dark, and there are actually two versions. The first was a short story I wrote sometime in early grade 10. The second was part of an English assignment where we had to turn a short story into a film script. They both have their good points, but I like the script version much better in general.

Table Manners: In my last semester at Mount Allison, I took an amazing class called Feminist Theories. Our final assignment was to take one of the issue articles that we had read at the beginning of the class and apply two of the theories we had explored to that issue in an essay form. Well, after four years of writing countless essays, I just couldn't get a solid idea for this one that I was happy with. So, after much thought on the subject, I thought, wouldn't it be cool if rather than writing the assignment the way it had been assigned, I could write a play where women, one representing each of the Feminist Theories, were to sit down to dinner and discuss one of the articles, which they had coincedentally all read. So with my professor's go ahead, I wrote "Table Manners". Warning: Harsh language.

Unfinished Stories: Like most people, I don't finish everything that I start. My stories are no exception. Some of these are stories I've started and abandoned altogether, others are ones I'm still working on.
The first story, "Lost and Found", I started to write while we were on tour for Tintamarre. I had finished my classes and was just about to graduate, which explains the tone of the story. I'm working on this one and update it frequently. And before anyone asks, this story is in no way biographical.
The second is called "Friendshipa". I wrote it at the end of my first year of University and is the only story containing my friends that actually uses real names and the prologue is vagely true as well.
The third is a story called "The Black Owls". It will most likely turn into a novel based on the pages and pages of ideas I have for it. I'll try to add to it as I work on it more.

At the Crossroads: I wrote this I think in my second year of University and it is my most disturbing story. Warning: This story contains disturbing scenes, sexuality, a small amount of swearing, spirituality and adult content. Reader discretion is advised.

Chants:This is the first thing on this page that I haven't written myself, but it is compiled by me. This is a list of every chant that I've ever learned that I can remember. Seems an odd place to put it, but many people ask me for this list so I thought it would be a good idea to make it public. If you have any to add please send them to me. I'm thinking about writing out the music for them too somehow, but I haven't figured out how to make that work yet. When I do, I'll post it.

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