She wants to wear crop tops and mini skirts…

She says “Girl, what?” And “Ohmygod, really?” And “that is so true, girl” like any teenager girl

She loves dancing

Pink

Soooo much glitter

She’s such a girly girl

She’ll have sleepovers with her gals from school

She wants to join the cheer squad

She’s an all American girl!

Except she’s Canadian and is homeschooled....

Hi!

I’m here to tell you procrastinators how not to procrastinate!

But first a story!

How about I tell you about that time…

No?

Ok. I’ll get to the point.

The best way to not procrastinate is to…

Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom.

…

I’m back. So! Yes, the best way to not procrastinate is…

You know what? I’m kinda hungry. Just let me grab some food.

…

I’m back again. OK, here we ...

_River,_

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_It’s been fifteen days since you vanished. _

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_Fifteen long days._

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_My mind is still swirling with questions…_

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_Why?_

_Who did it?_

_Will you be back?_

_When?_

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_I can’t stand it anymore._

_I don’t know if you’ll get this. I don’t know if whoever kidnapped you has your phone._

_But please, if you get this, please, please, let me know._

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_Your loving little sister,_

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_Mai...

I stare at the coffin blankly, watching with but a hint of sadness as it is lowered into the ground.

I know they are gone.

Do I realize it?

Not yet

I slowly, as in a trance, up to the coffin. People stand aside, glancing at me with looks of understanding and sympathy. It all seems to blur. As though in a fairground Wonky Mirrors room, the people ripple and curve in ridculous waves. They all s...

_It all started with the old cars hidden in the woods_.

“Weirdest case I’ve ever done,” muttered Talon as he read over the file he’d been given earlier that day.

He read about all of the cars in the woods, and how they had been there for over a decade, some even more.

The young detective was on his way to Garhound National Park, a trail that led through a deep patch of woods in a giant valley.

...

I slammed the door shut, wondering what the heck is going on and why a talking goose named FRANK of all names is standing on my porch. Maybe I got too into the wine tonight?

“Who is it?” My wife calls from the kitchen.

“Just a goose, his name is frank and he wants to come in. He talks,” I call back seriously.

She laughs. “Shawn, there is no such thing as a talking goose named frank. You’re bein...

Beep… beep… beep…

The annoying sound of the moniter was the first thing that announced to me that I was conscious. I had felt very faint all night and hardly remembered anything past ten. What happened to me?

I sat up and looked around. The bedsheets rustled, I was on a hospital bed with plain white linens. On my arm was a thingy attached to one of those crazy IV drip things. Shaking my head to ...

“Welcome to my kitchen,” said the cook in his thick accent. It was quick and french, or at least, old fashioned french. Nowadays, that accent was only found in Ifragald, the country where cooking was centred around ever since scientists gathered France, Italy, Greece, a little of Africa, and England, the countries with the most prominently displayed food.

“Today,” the chef said, who was Jarett H...

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer. Guess what?

They don’t.

I know it, I was there.

I was there as he stared in shock at his sister’s dying body. As he tried to pull the knife out and keep the blood in. To save her. Stupid. It only got him in trouble for the fingerprints all over, the blood staining his hands.

And I know for a fact who killed his sister. It wasn’t him. I...

I gazed out at the water reflecting the beautiful sunset. It was amazing, like always, but it wasn’t the big thing on my mind.

I pondered again about what had happened at school. Jack was teasing me as usual, but then Gerry punched him for it.

Why did he do it?

I considered this philosophical question for a moment. Maybe Mom would know the answer. Walking inside, I called, “Mom?”

“In the kitch...