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creative nonfiction

First steps

“He looks like a criminal,” our neighbour, Claudia, told my mother. “Shifty-eyed.” Claudia was elderly and happily divorced, tall with hunched shoulders and a loud voice. She was referring to my brother, Thomas. She did not like him.…

Shyness

“Mallory,” Mr. Nelson, my Pre-Calculus 12 teacher, said, “what’s the first thing you need to do to solve this equation?” I blinked up at the SMART Board, where Mr. Nelson had written a series of numbers and signs in red computerized ink.…

The Chinese food heist

I was sweaty. The sun pressed into my pale neck as I dragged my way to my friend’s house. As usual, I was overdressed, wearing multiple layers despite the heat. It was a habit I had indulged in for years. I was the kid in July wearing…

Take a stand

Running on the treadmill at Vancouver Island University’s gym, listening to a playlist of old ’90s rap, “Shook Ones” by Mobb Deep begins playing. It triggers a landslide of memories. The day David Lacroix took a stand for me, a kid he…