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random idiots

“You’d think that you’d think before climbing into a car with random idiots.”

“Ya, I get it, Damien. I didn’t think. I messed up . . . again.”

The opening scene of the Nirvana Threads was inspired by my experience, once upon a time, hitchhiking in British Columbia, Canada. The driver was playing chicken on the highway with random cars from the opposite lane. I remember thinking: “this might be how I’m going to die” and clutching the side of my seat and mentally calling on God to do his will. Although I don’t outright mention it’s chicken they’re playing in the car in TNT, the picture is still painted. I hope you give it a read!!


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Have you ever been caught in a crazy situation, intentionally or accidentally, where you thought “this could be it”?

Sending mucho warm, loving vibes to you this Friday! Keep safe!


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the same messy life

Morning came. Tears had encrusted Carlie’s hair to her face. Her swollen eyelids, opening with difficulty, exposed the same messy life she had fallen asleep to. Her feet struggled out of the blanket wrapped around her limbs, off the couch and onto the cold floor. With an in-breath, she pushed herself up from the sinking cushions, the springs creaking as she rose, and dragged her bare soles with dry, swishy noises all the way to the bathroom.

“Ugh,” she said, seeing herself in the mirror. “You look like shit, Carlie Jones.”


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Just a Kiss

This wasn’t love. This was icing on a cake she didn’t know the flavour to yet. She wanted this moment, this tinge of delight. Easy and careless and pain-free.

“Just a kiss,” she murmured.

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the smell of campfire

“The tank top pulled off in one sweep she lunged onto the unkempt bed in search for her bra. Threading it on with speed, she jumped into some faded jeans, rummaged through a drawer, and yanked out a crumpled t-shirt. She held it up; it was her black Iron Maiden one. She looked at it hard, and then smelled it. As if it could possibly still smell of campfire. The memories stormed in.”

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Girls – Those nights by the campfire, when you ask your girlfriend to go pee with you in the woods, do you really think a bear is going to find you or do you really just want company? The dark woods can be scary bears or no bears lol. Apparently guys do not ask the same from each other ha ha 🙃🚺🔥🐻

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multicoloured door girl

“She climbed the steps two by two, up the blue-lit stairway to the third floor, by which time the music was louder, though still muffled, and tempting her from just beyond another metal door. When she opened this one, the drum-and-bass rushed at her, the clear, unobstructed decibels bringing her the utmost delight.

A tall, skinny door girl wearing a multi-coloured shirt smiled her purple-coloured lips, batted her sparkly green eyelashes, and stretched out her hennaed palm. In it, Carlie placed an orange stub in exchange for a raining-cloud stamp, and then turned to face the realm that lay a few steps beyond.”


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psychopath killer

Broken glass crunched under her footsteps, and a smell of dampened wood stirred about as they made their way blindly to the back.

“You’ve been here before?” Carlie asked, holding onto his hand as he led her through.


“How is that, if you’ve just moved here?”

“I kind of like to look for these sorts of places.”

“Rotting buildings in the outskirts of town? Are you some sort of psychopath killer? Am I completely screwed?”

“Pretty much. Except for the psychopath killer part. Okay, here we go.”

He began climbing tight spiral stairs, Carlie right behind, a metallic echo ringing out from their steps.


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garbage is safer

Skunks were strange creatures. They had way more sway than they thought. They didn’t need to eat garbage; they could probably walk into a grocery store and leave with whatever they wanted without anyone stopping them. A skunk was a loaded gun. But in its unawareness, garbage was safer, and therefore good enough. Carlie was not the type of girl to think that garbage was good enough, and she found herself resenting, if only for a fleeting moment, the skunk for not having the balls to waltz into that corner store and rob it.

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“Can you see anything?”

img_5422Inside was pitch black. A moment went by where all she could hear was her panting, riled up with mischievousness. Then she heard another breath.
“Carlie,” he whispered. She didn’t answer. Her hands looked for him in the dark. There was the clanging of a bucket or some junk at her feet as she stepped forward.
“Shit,” she whispered.
“Ah, it is you.”
“Who else would it be?” Her hand discovered his shoulder and she pulled herself up close to him. She still couldn’t see anything.
“Can you see anything?” She asked.
“Good.” Her hands felt their way to his face. She pulled herself closer still, and backed up just enough for their noses to stop touching. They breathed each other’s breath in the blinding dark. Her heart raced, thumping loudly, and she was sure she could hear his when they finally kissed.
The Nirvana Threads
An irreverent and magical love story about passion and spirituality.
Set in the 90’s when people didn’t have cell phones, smoked in bars, and punk rock was thriving. Carlie, a wild, twenty-five year old drifter, moves back to her parents’ after surviving a traumatic accident. Back home, she starts seeing things she doesn’t understand, and the feelings that come with them are overwhelmingly blissful. When chasing the source of her new joy starts to pull her closer to death, she must find a way to harness this power that makes her feel so alive.
Will include a short graphic novel entitled Octob*tch and the WrenchKing
coming in 2018 (sign up to mailing list to be the first to know when it comes out!)