Manen Lyset

Have you ever been to a wax museum and stood in front of an exceptionally realistic figure? Sometimes, they feel like they’re about to reach out and grab you. Some of them almost feel as though they have a soul, or an essence of some kind. Well, being around Ms. Laramé was the opposite of that. I was looking at a living, breathing, moving person, but there was something wrong with this woman. She had no presence whatsoever.

I could have chalked it up to coincidence, but there was a clear pattern here. I had at least ten reports mentioning him. Was he a disgruntled employee trying to get back at the university for firing him? Was it sabotage?

It’s no secret big cities have pigeon problems. Toronto is no exception. Like rats in the middle ages, the disease-carrying vermin spent the past decade running amok and increasing their numbers. It was my job to try and keep Toronto’s ever-growing pigeon population in check.

Cake. Who would have thought you could be afraid of something as sweet and innocent as cake? I didn’t think it possible, until I broke up with my boyfriend last month.

I approached the water and peered at my reflection. The mirror-like surface revealed a face worn by years of stress and depression, but I could also see a twinkle of newfound hope in my eyes. Then, I looked up and spotted it: a half-sunken dock.

Did you know that you go blind for an average of 40 minutes a day?

Something odd happened at the morgue.

After finding a stranger’s severed finger in one of my father’s keepsakes, I decided I had to investigate further.