Second Saturday Stories

Martin describes 'The Pine Cone Bandit' as an absurd look at being a vigilante in a small town. It centres around a neighbourhood watch page on social media, watching the comment section blow up with how someone would handle a thief. And someone just crazy enough to follow through on protecting their own home.

Wheel the chair back and look out the blinds, just a crack. The car across the street is still parked in the loading zone. Fifth cigarette has just been dropped by the driver. Just past 0900 hours on a Monday morning. Brinks truck pulls up and honks the horn. The driver reluctantly drives ahead, another car creeps in behind the Brinks, with a third car coming alongside.

Since 2015, Martin has been the editor for the 8 Wing newspaper, been published in various literary magazines, and performed at events such as the inaugural Al Purdy Residency, Night Kitchen Too in Belleville, First Tuesday Muse in Tweed, and will be heading to the Picton Armoury to record for an upcoming video series through the Picton Arts Council.

The world behind the orb sorted itself into colour blocks, like a Lawren Harris painting. The dull world behind the orb organizing itself as if in deference to the colour in front of it. I looked over at my unwanted seat companion. “Do you see that?” I whispered, trying to prevent the rest of the train from discovering my mania. My feet went cold and started to tingle.

The ending will definitely have you casting a suspicious eye to the night sky in wonder if all the lights winking down at the city truly are stars.  

William has provided two historical fiction stories to be featured in June. His work is immersive, vivid, and will hook the reader instantly. 

“We have to get off!” I shouted as I grabbed him around the waist launched the two of us overboard. Time seemed to slow down as we plunged off the side of the deck. As I was falling I could see back up to the wheelhouse. The captain was still there aiming the boat at the island ahead. I could feel the sweat on the captain’s brow, then we hit the water.

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Eddie heard her inhale, gathering herself for the rest of the story. “I didn’t hear him until he was standing in the doorway. The rifle looked incredibly long and I remember thinking that I was going to die in the middle of this obscenely tidy bachelor pad.

What he finds there will cast a shadow on the facts of the case and Eddie will find answers to questions he didn’t know he had. He’ll come to find that Bernard Oliver’s ties with the sinister underworld of Century City run much deeper than he originally thought.