Arc 9: Fall Apart

Nineteen people sat at the table, all Wolves if the invitation was to be believed. The twentieth seat lay waiting for me.  A massive painting ran the length of one wall, depicting a nighttime forest with all sorts of woodland creatures peering out from the dark, their eyes reflecting light into pale red and white […]

Through a chain of buses and taxis I had almost made it into the Greater Toronto Area by the day of the masked dinner. It was the early hours of the morning and I still had a ways to go to the address stated on the invitation, but I didn’t want to spend any more

I waited, listening to the creaks of the house. I’d spent enough long nights awake to be familiar with them by now. Sitting still felt like a herculean effort. The shadows danced mockingly in the corner of my room even though there was no moving light source to agitate them. My heart felt like an

The front lawn was cast in silver ice and each blade of grass caught the morning sun a little differently, slicing the light into sparkling fragments that lingered in the sleepy eyes of those who were already awake on this early Sunday morning. A spider’s web at the corner of the porch sought to craft

I lurched awake to what sounded like someone screaming up from the bottom of a well. Someone patted me on the head. Neve spoke, “Go back to sleep. It’s just this douchebag’s love interest getting murdered.” Blinking blearily, I stared at the out-of-focus colours of the T.V., waiting for it to coalesce into a comprehensible