On Linda’s Desk

Linda never wastes a moment of her time – knowing full well that time can never be retrieved. She writes almost every day, often juggling two or three stories at one time. Linda believes that by switching gears, or flipping back and forth between books, keeps the momentum and opens the mind to creativity.

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Blackbeard’s Buried Treasure

– by: Professor Scry

Blackbeard, the most notorious of pirates, wreaked havoc and plundered where ever he went. Davey saw Blackbeard as a hero and believed that the pirate had used Nova Scotia’s harbours as his secret hide out, where he had sailed the Queen Anne’s Revenge and where he had buried his treasures. Davey planned to one day find the pirate’s hoard and with those riches, he would buy himself a lobster fishing boat. But he was not in any hurry to dig up the treasure because he was only ten years old. In his mind the treasure simply awaited him, as it had for hundreds of years.

But when Clem, a stranger, moved into the abandoned cabin next door Davey became suspicious. Very soon evidence began mounting up that the stranger was there to hunt for Blackbeard’s cache. Suddenly it seemed that Blackbeard’s treasure was about to be stolen right out from under Davey’s very feet.

Fate had moved the hands of the clock forward and it was time for Davey to get out a spade of his own. Davey’s challenge was to outfox old man Clem by finding Blackbeard’s buried treasure first.


I Can’t Remember

– by: Professor Scry

Five year old Amy Robinson lay under the wide boughs of an evergreen tree, cold and damp. She was all alone and the only sound was the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops as they fell from the autumn-coloured leaves. Blood oozed from the wound on her head. Clutched in Amy’s one hand was her mud-splattered rag doll.

Next to the little girl lay a wild animal, a wolf, seemingly sharing its warmth. Amy woke and had no idea where she was or why and could not remember her name or any details of her past. She saw the animal and petted it, thinking it was a dog. Dazed, she looked to her left then to her right. In both directions the muddy mountain-road disappeared around the bends. When the wolf led her into the woods she followed.

There was seemingly nowhere else to go.


Măjitópiă

– by Professor Scry

Professor Harris had, for decades, been secretly working to create a perfect being – a creature that could survive in even the worst of climatic disasters. If he had measured it correctly such a mortal would be able to live in the sea as well as on land and when the world was doomed might escape possible extinction. Now, as unbelievable as it seemed, it appeared as though someone else had out-foxed him at his own game. Someone had developed one of those super beings. When no one stood up and took credit, the Professor was even more perplexed, and his suspicions rose even higher. Harris daringly suggested that some alien civilization had created the perfect creature and he was laughed at.

But, far more than learning who the creator was, Harris wanted to get his hands on one of those creatures, for certainly, if he had the opportunity to inspect such a being…well…he would be that much closer to creating one of his own.


Please Teacher 

by: L.M. Wasylciw

Unconditional love is when two souls have a single thought,

when two hearts beat as one.

They dance to the same tune

and sing the same song.

But what does one do when love is found in the wrong place?

Victoria had no idea when she graduated from university that she would not find a teaching position within miles of where she had grown up. When there was a job posting in a high school, in a small oil-town, in Alberta, she jumped at the chance to experience a part of Canada that she never knew. Victoria was young, pretty and naïve and she was single. The teenage boys in her class teased for her attention. Victoria would soon learn that it was every boy’s fantasy to win an attractive female teacher’s heart then entice her into a sexual tryst. In Victoria’s innocence she had no idea how a touch or glance could quite easily be misinterpreted, labeling a teacher as a sexual predator.


Love Nevermore

by: L.M. Wasylciw

Steve swept into Alexis’ life like a knight in shining armour, right after her Granny Mae had died and when Alexis was most vulnerable. She was grieving. Consumed with sorrow, Alexis vowed that she would love nevermore. But when Steve wrapped his arms around her those walls that protected her heart crumbled and fell. Steve was good looking in a rakish kind of way and Alexis welcomed him into her arms. It felt so good to be alive, to be loved, and Alexis ever so gradually pushed her grief aside, making it so easy to love once again. Very soon she became servile, compliant and submissive and her vow to love nevermore was long forgotten. To many it appeared that Alexis was a weak creature, a wife with no dreams of her own. She did her husband’s bidding and served him dutifully.


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12 1/2 Angels

– by: L.M. Wasylciw

Mario Flagstaff was dead. No one, not even his best friend, Harold, could have ever predicted that the multi-billionaire would meet his maker by choking on a gouda-stuffed olive. Non-believers snickered, thinking it to be a hoax – Mario pulling one of his funnies – though his jokes were never a laugh. No one believed that Mario, a man so full of life and his own big ego, would ever die.

After his death he made the long climb, up the staircase to heaven, taking his time, certain that the pearly gates would be swinging wildly, welcoming him into heaven. But, shockingly, the gates were locked up tight and Mario saw no way of getting through to the other side. Somewhat befuddled, he looked around and realized that he was not the only soul on the wrong side of the gate. Mario was in purgatory – limbo – awaiting Judgement Day. Finally, Mario sat before Archangel Jeremiel and was given a task to perform. Mario snickered and thought, ‘How difficult could a little task be? And if the job should become too bothersome I will simply hire it out – employ someone to take care of it.’ Mario came from dirt poor, had amassed immense wealth, and liked to be in charge. He knew how to delegate.


It’s Not My Fault 

by: L.M. Wasylciw 

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The Snake Oil Artist

by: L.M. Wasylciw

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Once Bitten – Forever Smitten

by: L.M. Wasylciw

 

My five year sailing adventure.

(a memoir)