By James Callan
Hannah eyed the wooden saviour nailed up on His cross, up on her wall. She gazed at Him, there beside the pinned-up butterflies, and stuck out her tongue. In mockery, she placed a Cool Ranch Doritos triangle into her open mouth, crossed herself, and intoned “The body of Christ” before chewing like a savage, a pagan animal, to shed over-flavoured snack shrapnel upon the plush, white carpet.
Read MoreBy H Felix Chau Bradley
Snow falls from under my eyelids, interruptions produced by glare. If I blink hard and often enough, I can delude myself into believing I’ve gotten rid of the flecks. But try walking around the city, on and off of buses, in and out of doorways, up and down escalators, blinking so hard you can’t see what you’re walking through, or into.
Read MoreBy Kayla Kavanagh
Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom you find yourself Googling how many calories are in Zoloft. Google informs you you have an eating disorder and you wonder what dose of which rescue medication will blunt the shame brought forth by this discovery. You opt against pills and in favour of online shopping, a coping mechanism that has fewer calories and produces the same dull affect.
Read MoreBy Max Paradise
Back when I lived with training wheels we spent nights drinking. I drank because of boredom and because it made my blood sing and because I was playing a game called the slowness of time, a game for children. Later on I learned to drink to the quick and play at a game called disappearance, or a game called perhaps I can be someone else for a little while.
Read MoreBy Liz Stewart
Bullet vibrators are not meant for assholes, but I liked the feeling, I wanted it, and Shanna always gave me what I wanted. By myself, it always worked great. I still stand by the sensation, the gluttony of pleasure that encapsulated that whole era of my life, the unabashed lesbian sex I was finally having that first winter of living alone.
Read MoreBy Lucy Zhang
I told my daughter she didn’t need to play piano or attend Chinese school or join the Math Olympiad because “We’re not like other Chinese families.” I wanted her to do whatever she wanted the way our white neighbours let their kids have free rein. Self-discipline would grow organically as she learned what worked or failed.
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