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A Preference for Haggis

“Dougal wait! Yer da said we’re not supposed to play on Ben Binn. The fairies won’t like it!” Hamish sprinted after his cousin, the evening air nipping at his face.

“Don’t tell me ya believe in all that

The Lavender Lady

Rain pattered against the roof of the double-decker theatre. Inside, fairy lights twinkled like fireflies, woven between artificial leaves of the trees that made Toronto’s Winter Garden Theatre unique. It...

Super Gus, Thou Art Doomed!

The best way to stop a museum heist is to get stolen yourself. In the darkness of the shipping crate, I wait amid packing peanuts and the four-by-six oaken-framed masterpiece that da Vinci painted with his...

Dreaming Spires

With my American sense of direction and independence, I’d thought I could make it from my boarding house to the dreaming spires and spinning cogs of Oxford University without help. But I’d been wandering the...

What Friends Are For

Mateo glanced at his lock screen and huffed. They should have left for the concert fifteen minutes ago. Where was Dylan? He dialed his friend’s number yet again, but it went to voicemail for the fourth time...